Savior

It's Over

(A/N : These chapters are going to be what I consider quite long. Actual novel length. I hope you will still enjoy them. Please leave comments and feedback. If you'd like to make suggestions, I may use them if I get writers block. Oh and please feel free to vote. Thank you so much. )

(TW: Rape , abuse and blood. Parental loss)
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"Melody, we're leaving, sweetheart." My parents called from the door as they were preparing to go off on their second honeymoon. I rushed down to them to say goodbye.

"I'll miss you guys. Bring me back lots of souvenirs." I laughed as I hugged them both.

"We will Mels." My dad said as he rubbed the top of my head.

"We'll be home in two weeks. Be good, no big parties." My mom said as she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I promise." I crossed my heart and saw them off.

I went into the family room and hopped on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a movie. I love The Goonies. I was just getting comfy when there was a knock at the door. I got up and slowly went to check the peephole wondering who would be here at this hour. It's my boyfriend, Christian.

"Go away Chris!" I yelled through the door. "I don't want to see you!"

"Let me in Mels! You know I have a key and I won't leave until I get what I want!" I heard his key enter the lock. Fuck. My heart jumps into my throat as he unlocks the door and forcefully swings it open.

"What do you want, Chris?" I backed away as he entered the house, slamming the door and locking it behind him.

"I want you. On your knees." He growled at me as he moved closer.

"I told you, I don't want to see you anymore. It's over." I kept backing up until I hit the arm of the couch, falling back onto it. He walked up in front of me and grabbed my ankles, ripping me off of the couch and onto the floor. Reaching down and grabbing me by the hair, he jerked me upright onto my knees.

"And I told you that's not going to happen. You're mine, if you like it or not.

"I don't want to be with you Cristian! You're an abusive asshole!" I screamed at him. Oh, I really shouldn't have done that. Fury covered his face as he pulled his arm back, swinging at me. I don't know if it was a slap or a punch, he let my hair go as he struck me. I fell at the force hitting my head on the coffee table. I don't recall anything after that. I was out cold.

He must have taken advantage of me while I was unconscious. A day or two later I woke up naked and covered in dark bruises. My head is killing me and I have a disgustingly dark black eye. I sighed to myself as I went to go get a shower, I smell horrible. A few minutes in, I hear the bathroom door open, Christian just let himself in. He joined me in the shower, rubbing his hands all over my aching body.

"I'm sorry baby." He cooed at me, as if that was going to make it all better. I tried to push him away from me, but it only reignited his rage.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I cried, flinching as he slammed his hand forcefully against my throat. He quicky cut off my ability to breath as he brought his other hand up and squeezed the life out of me as hard as he could. Once my eyes rolled back, he let me go, allowing me to drop to the shower floor. Noticing I wasn't coming too right away he kicked me in the thighs as hard a he could a few times. The only movement I made was the jerking of my body as he kicked me.

"Oh come on bitch. I didn't choke you that hard." He grumbled as he grabbed me by the arms tight enough to leave more bruises. He forcefully drug me out of the shower and down the hall to my bedroom, causing rug burns on my legs. He threw me on the bed and I whimpered as I started to regain consciousness again.