I'm Yours

Lost

TW:
- Description of child molestation
- Description of abuse
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Auggie's POV:

"Uh, imma rap to the beat, everybody knows you can die in dis heat. Uh, you smell like feet. Yo outfit so fly imma tax it this week."

"Trey why was that actually kinda good... sike, that was so trash kid," I laugh.

"What do you mean it was trash? I've been working on that verse for like, a whole year," he lies, fake crying into my shoulder. "You don't think I'm good enough to be a rapper?"

"Hate to break it to you boss, but you suck," I say patting his hair.

"Whaa I'm going to tell the teacher on you" he jokes, pushing me gently and running animatedly to the teacher.

"Trey get back here," I say hushly, trying so hard not to laugh because he looked so stupid running like that.

"Nu uh," he says.

"I have Swedish fish," I say, showing him the bag.

He then runs back to me, grabbing the Swedish fish bag from my hand, and taking a handful of candy, shoving it in his mouth.

"You're so gross," I say, taking the bag back.

Trey looks at me with a cheeky grin, but his smile soon fades. I look up to see Ryker, holding the back of my chair, looking down at me.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" I ask.

He then takes a seat in the chair next to me.

"My class has a break right now so I thought, 'hey! Why not see Aug'."

"Oh. Well hi," I smile.

"Are we still on to study today?" He asks, flicking my cross earring.

"Most likely," I chuckle, moving his hand away.

"I thought we were hanging out today?" Mentions Trey.

"Oh shoot, I forgot. I'm sorry," I say.

"It's alright Auggie. I guess you can ditch me for some guy you just met this year," he sighs, jokingly, wiping away a fake tear.

"You must like me a lot then, huh Aug," says Ryker, looking at my lips.

"Um... I... you know what Trey? How about you join us for studying? The more the merrier," I chuckle nervously.

"Hell no," they both say in unison.

They then look at each other, glaring immensely before looking back at me.

"I was just kidding Auggie. Of course I'll come study with you," smiles Trey.

"Good!" I cheer quietly. "We can just drive home together then."

"What?" Asks Ryker in disbelief. "Why can't I come to your house right away then?"

"Because he wants to hang out with me... alone," says Trey in his evil smile.

"Trey shut your mouth," I state, slapping the back of his head.

"Owww. Why do you like to hit me all the time," he fake cries.

I just roll my eyes, and look over to Ryker who had a annoyed expression on his face.

"You can't because you have football practice."

"So? I'll skip."

"I won't let you," I shake my head. "Now go back to your class."

He sighs dissatisfied but nevertheless stands up from his chair. He then pats my head softly, intertwining his fingers with my curls.

"See you later, Aug."

He then walks out of the classroom, and Trey looks at me with a knowing look.

"Don't tell me that's the guy you choose to be your first boyfriend?" He scoffs, shaking his head.

"What? We've only been on one date. One. And so what if he is? Jealous?"

"Maybe," he pouts, crossing his arms together.

"Oh shut it Trey. I know you have a thing for my sister," I laugh.

"That's what I want you to think."

"Whatever," I scoff, rolling my eyes. "Just get back to work," I say, pointing to our assignment.

Trey is such a dummy. He always jokes like this. Trey is a mega player. Name anyone in this school, and I can most likely guarantee he's done something with them. He's for the streets! I'm just kidding... not!

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Flynn's POV:

"Flynn dear, I know this is going to be difficult but I have to ask you for your full story. It has to be the whole truth. It's going to be uncomfortable, but it will help to strengthen your case against him," Quinn says, taking my hand.

She was so kind. Genuinely kind. She maintained her soft tone when explaining the process, she always makes sure I feel comfortable, and she just respects me as an individual.

"I already feel like crying," I admit.

"Take your time," she assures.

I take a deep breath, trying to find the strength to hold back my tears. Whenever I think about my childhood, and my 'dad' I feel as if I'm about to die. My heart begins to pound, and my throat swells up.

"It started when I was a kid. Uh, I remember the first time he hit me. He just slapped me across the face because I took an extra cookie from the jar. I thought it was just as a punishment for stealing, but um, he soon started hitting me for fun. He would just beat me for no reason, but it was better that I got hit then my mother, or brother. When Hannah was born he then changed for a while."

I hold my hands to my chest, and try to remain calm, and focused, continuing to tell Quinn what happened.

"For a whole year he didn't hit me or anything. Truthfully I have some really good memories from that time. I thought we would become this happy family, but that um... that... I wish he just kept hitting me."

"What did he do to you dear?" She asks, her voice breaking.

"He began to... I can't, um... I don't wanna say it," I whimper, holding my shirt tighter. "I feel so gross thinking about it."

My breathing is extremely shaky, as I try to speak. I don't want to remember. It hurts too much. It makes me feel disgusted when thinking about it. He's disgusting.

"He began to touch me... I, I cried for him to stop, but he'd never listen. Whenever I went to bed he'd- he'd walk into my room and... I... he makes me sick," I cry,

I never told anyone about this. Not even Auggie. I kept it inside, and tried to forget about it, but I couldn't. Whenever I see him my stomach begins to churn. He's disgusting, and he made me feel disgusting.

"Can I hold you dear?" She asks.

I nod my head, and she instantly wraps her arms around me. Her hug was warm, and it made me feel wanted.

That's all I ever wanted. For someone to want me.

I sobbed into her shoulder, trying to let out all the emotions I have inside of me.

I hate living like this. I hate the pills, I hate the trauma. I hate my father. I just want it gone. I wish I could be normal.

I want to be normal.
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