Imagines

Carter Mahone/ Dark Austin Mahone

So after a lot of consideration, I've decided to post this, but please do not hate me! I don't think in any way that Austin would ever do this.

If you don't like it tell me and I'll delete it, but I mean it's not as bad as you probably think, but I know some people will over react.

All bold are flashbacks {Except the title repeat}, if nothing is bold tell me and I'll fix it.

Enjoy!!

|You Don't Even Remeber|

My arms hug my knees, my body rocking back and forth as tears streamed down my face.

I can't sleep, I haven't slept in days, everytime I close my eyes, I'm faced with what he did to me... what he let them do to me.

"Babe, do what I say" Carter hissed, ignoring the sobs that are escaping my mouth "Take. Off. Your. Clothes." He demands, all the guys in the room smirking in my direction.

"B-but C-Car-"

"Now!" He screams making me flinch.

He ignored all my protests, he ignored my sobbing, he acted like he didn't notice my trembling body, that night he wasn't my Carter, my Carter would never let other guys do that to me.

"Have at her boys" Carter smirks once I'm fully bare. The guys each hand him a small stack of money as the each surround me, their height making me feel small and the whole situation making me feel vulnerable.

Carter hasn't talked to me in a while, he hasn't acknowledged my presence. He walks past our guest bedroom each day, not stopping to ask if I'm okay, or if I'm ever coming back to bed, he just walks past and pretends he doesn't know I'm here.

I look down at my thighs, bruises still there in the shape of fingertips, my chest as well, basically my whole body has bruises from those revolting men.

A hand reaches up and squeezes my left breast making me yelp in pain, the skin immediately turning red. I swat the mans hand away and jump backwards when the same man reaches his hand between my legs, squeezing my crotch.

"Hey, that's extra!" Carter says grabbing the mans shoulder. He turns around as the other two men, run their hands down my body. He hands Carter more money and turns around grabbing my crotch once again.

"Pl-please stop" I sob, but none of them listen they just continure their attack as Carter sits back counting his money. I turn my head to the side, as one of them get in my face, their disgusting breath fanning my face. My brows furrow in confusion as a see a little red light.

He's fucking recording this!

I wipe my fallen tears and stand up, my body still bare, I had never put my clothes back on to traumatized by everything that had happened that day. I climb into the bed and lay down staring up at the ceiling.

"Alright boys, that's enough! Now get the hell out of my house" Carter stands up pushing the three guys out the front door. Instead of running upstairs, and getting away from Carter, I stay in the same position. It's like I'm stuck, I can't move.

Carter comes back into the room, moments after I hear the front door slam shut, and I begin to tremble again. He walks over to me, wiping the tears from my face, his breath strongly smelling of alcohol.

"Awe baby girl, don't cry. You did good tonight, brought me in a good amount of cash" He smirks.

"Wh-why?" I cry. But he just ignores my question.

"Go upstairs!" He demands and without thinking twice, and without my clothes I run upstairs, locking myself in the guest bedroom.

I sit up in the bed rubbing my face, and getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and get inside, trying to wash off the feeling of their hands touching me. Once I'm done, I turn off the water, and wrap a towel around my body, and another around my hair, and look at myself in the mirror, I gasp at my reflection tears beginning to fall all over again.