The Boy Next Door

"How Could He,"

"Look baby, I'm sorry about your eye. I don't know what happened. I just blacked out. I would never punch you. I love you to much to ever hit you," Dylan pleaded.

You've hit me before. I thought to myself.

"No Dylan, I can't keep doing this. Just please leave," I whispered. Trying my best not to sound scared.

"Leave, Leave? And where do you expect me to go huh?" He yelled, inching closer to me as he ran his hands violently through his hair. "You're my girl and I love you, forever and always. Remember?" Dylan reassured, lowering his voice. I looked at him and all I could see was regret. I thought I loved him, I guess I was wrong.

"I, I- can't do this with you anymore. This isn't love. You beat me, you hurt me. I tried, I tried being with you, but I can't anymore.

"You're not leaving me! You're not!" He growled. Racing the rest of the way to me.

"Keep it down, my parents are asleep."

"I don't care! You're mine!" Dylan spat, throwing his body on top of me.

"Get off of me," I cried, trying my best to pry his body from mine. It was impossible.

"No, you're going to learn. You're not leaving me, now shut up," Dylan continued, running his hand up my thigh.

"Please Dylan, I'm sorry." I begged as Dylan hovered over me on the bed. I closed my eyes tightly, ignoring the burning sensation that my eye prevailed.

"I said shut up," Dylan roared. He threw his hands over my mouth and allowed his hand to grab ahold of my waist.

"Please. Look I'm sorry! I won't leave you, I won't leave you!" I muffled out through Dylan's hand.

"Shut the hell up Brooklynn," Dylan spat, pulling down my pajama pants, along with my undergarments. I kept my eyes tightly locked together as I felt his hands travel my body.

I could feel him undoing himself and then he stopped and laid his body flat on mine. Our skin latched together as if we were one. I squirmed around a little bit trying to break the connection between the two of us, but Dylan held my body in place.

"Dylan, please. Don't do this to me. This isn't love. If you loved me, you wouldn't hurt me," I pleaded, opening my eyes to look at Dylan's. His eyes were pinched together.

I felt his hand against my member before I felt him force himself inside. I tightly closed my eyes, feeling tears run out of them uncontrollably. I couldn't bare to look him in eyes at this moment. Resting my hands on his chest to try and push him off of me.

"Mom? Dad!" I tried yelled, but Dylan just tightened up his grip around my mouth.

"Baby, I love you so much," Dylan moaned, thrusting himself deeper. It didn't feel like it normally did, this time It hurt. I tried my hardest to scream, but it felt like nothing was escaping. Only the heavy breaths that I could barely push out. My body froze as shock took over me and now I was looking at Dylan's face. His eyes were still locked together. He had an expression of pleasure on his face and it disgusted me more than words will ever be able to explain. I could feel him inside me. My stomach ached. I clenched my stomach muscles because I could feel vomit making it's way up. Swallowing hard, the feeling went away.

"I'm almost there baby. Uh," Dylan moaned. I felt tears continue to fall from my eyes, but all I could do was stare at him. I hated myself because my muscles were stiff as can be and I could do nothing to stop him. I felt helpless.

How could he do this to me?

As I look at his face of pleasure, something snapped in me and it's like I couldn't breathe, my chest rose at a speed that it's never reached before.