Sawyer
I moved into town a year ago. I've been put through hell, but when the dark hair stranger comes to my rescue my whole life gets flipped. He says he loves me but will that be enough to keep us together.
Mason
She's been on my mind since I saw...
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I knew better.
I shouldn't have gone to that race, but I went and I was late picking up my boyfriend Harley. I should have known it would lead to this. The moment I felt the slap I wanted to cry, but I learned fast the crying only makes it worse.
I didn't cry but it does get worse.
Harley's skinny ass was able to drag me by my hair up the stairs into in an empty room with out breaking a sweat. I guess that's the kind of strength you have after mixing meth and cocaine. I had interupted him dealing and sampling with a customer and that was apparently the last straw that broke the camels back.
Had he hit me before? Sure, but so does my step dad.
Has he forced me to have rough sex before? Yes
Harley usually had the decency to stop if I said stop but he's not doing that right now.
"NO. I said NO" Harley rips my shirt
"Stop it. I don't want to do this" He takes his knife and cuts down my jeans.
"PLEASE" I whimper as he holds my wrists over my head with one hand and starts to insert himself. It fucking hurts. I'm dry and I very clearly don't want this. He's forced my legs open with his other hand. I close my eyes and hold my breath trying to find a zoned out place. Hoping like hell I pass out.
"Let her the fuck go" I hear a deep voice.
All the sudden Harley is off and out of me and on the floor, as a tall as fuck guy kicks him in the head. I hurry to get as far away from him tucking myself into a ball at the head of the bed.
The guy turns towards me and approaches me like I'm a wounded animal which I guess I kind of am. "Hey. I'm not going to hurt you but can I check to see if you are injured?"
I whimper and flinch as he reaches out to me. I automatically hate that reaction.
"Come on I can get you home or did you bring a friend with you who can take you to the police?" He says softly.
I can't help it I start to sob. Tears running down my face. I had held it in but now I can't
"Hey man you taking a shi-" a blonde boy says head poking through the door.
"Liam can you drag this piece of shit outside for me?" The dark haired one barks out making me flinch again. I can see the blonde guy take in the scene and the two seem to have a conversation without speaking. The blonde guy comes in a drags Harley away by his feet.
"I'll be right back" The dark haired boy tells me.
I can't help it I fling myself onto him and wrap around his waist. He can't leave me here. Harley might come back and I won't survive the beating he will give me.
"I-i-i Please don't leave me by myself" I whimpers.
"Yeah Okay lets go to my room yeah and we can get you a shirt and some sweats" I grip onto him tighter not wanting to let go. Afraid if I do Harley will come back for me.
