She was a ray of sunshine, an over achiever, a bookworm, way too gullible and selfless.
But that's only the side she wants people to see.
He was the polar opposite. Grumpy 24/7, introverted, tough on the outside. He also happened to be the captain o...
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*TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE AND ALMOST RA*E AND BODY SHAMING AND PANIC ATTACKS you can read the parts of the chapter that do not have * if you aren't comfortable with reading about such things, but this chapter is all about this so please skip it if you will get triggered or feel uncomfortable, however, It does have a part to play in this story in terms of shayna's past.
*"Why you bitch, did you just try to run away?" He demands, gripping my wrist tightly.
"N-no, Sir," I reply, as more tears fall.
Slap.
"Liar, What the fuck did I tell you about lying to me?" He asks, the once love in his eyes, long gone.
"N-not t-to do i-it," I reply, my voice trembling in fear.
"You know, I could have gotten someone prettier, thinner, less of a bitch, but no, I gave you a chance, and what did you show me? THAT I WAS FUCKING WRONG," He growls.
Another hit.
"I-I'm sorry sir," I apologize again.
"Oh, just stop with your pathetic apologies. I am never fucking wrong. You know what? I was waiting till you did something bad but fuck it," he says, dragging me to the couch.
"S-sir, p-please, what are you going t-to do?" I ask.
"What I've wanted to do since I asked you to be my girlfriend." he says, taking off his shirt.
"J-John, please, please don't do this," I beg as he starts unbuckling his belt.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME, YOU FUCKING PIG?" He yells, using his belt to hit me.
The pain of the belt stung, but it was not even half as much pain he had put me through this past year.
"Now, shut up while I finally please myself," he says, with a smirk, as he grabs the hem of my t-shirt and yanks it off, leaving me in only my shorts, bra and panties.
"S-sir, please, please don't do it. I-L've never done i-it before, please," I beg and plead.
"Oh shut up you slut, I know you want this. Stop whining," he says, as he reaches for the hem of my shorts, pulling it down, as he reaches for my panties,...
Thud.
It was a dream, no, a nightmare. I wish it was. I wished I never had to experience it. I get up, panting and trying to catch my breath, but to no avail. I only feel my breaths getting heavier and faster. I feel my throat getting dry and my hands getting sweaty. My heartbeats speed up and my hands shake. I hear a sudden ringing in my ears as my vision blurs. I don't hear Emma coming in, shouting my name and hanging up the phone as she sits beside my curled up figure on my bed. She wipes the tears I didn't realize had fallen, and grabs hold of my hand.
