Collide | Pablo Gavi

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- 1 year ago -

TW: mention/hinting of rape/sexual abuse

Alisa

I giggled as Miles overpowered me, laying me on the couch. He pressed his lips onto my neck, then onto my collarbone.

His lips slowly met mine, biting my lower lip.

My breath was getting shallower, and so was his. I could feel the heat, my heartbeat, his heartbeat. Beating erratically.

His hand made its way down the the waistband of my leggings, slipping his hand inside.

"Miles—," I mumbled against his mouth. He doesn't listen. I feel his other hand go inside of my hoodie, his cold fingers meeting my hot skin.

"Miles—stop—stop it!" I break off the kiss and push him off.

"Oh come on, have some fun," he pouts, crawling closer.

"Relax." I close my eyes, willing my body to relax. We go back to kissing.

"You're so hot," he whispers against my stomach. I don't know why, but his words make my squirm. Not in a good way.

His hand reaches to unclasp the top, but my mind is racing.

Shit. I don't want to do this. I'm only 15. I don't want this. No, please, no.

"Miles, I don't want to do this right now."

He glanced at me, "What did I say? Relax."

He pulled the straps down. "Miles, listen to me."

He took the top off.

"No, Miles, I don't feel comfortable," my voice comes out ragged.

"I don't care if you feel comfortable or not! Don't you want us? Don't you want a strong relationship?"

I nodded my head vigorously, "Yeah, but—,"

"Then good," he gave me a skeptical look.

"Miles, please!" I cried out, trying to wiggle out of his grasp but his arms trapped me.

I could feel his breath everywhere, everywhere that I wanted to keep private, and I could smell him, everywhere. It was the most disgusting smell ever.

And the pain. The way his hands were so careless. The way his hits were so uncontrolled, I knew bruises would appear.

The pounding in my ears blocked out my wails, but I could feel the rivers my tears had formed.

I hate Miles.

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Alisa

Mierda. I looked at my messages from Mey.

'I forgot to tell you, you have a carpet photoshoot today. All the models starring who are nominees for the Model of the Year award are obliged to go. Anyways, it's time for me to sleep, you know, the time difference and all. Kisses!'

I run down, where Pedri is making lunch for himself. He will be at training today until right before dinner, so it's a long day for him.

"Hey Pepi, how are you?"

"Good morning to you too hermana, what do you want," he chuckles, knowing that my favorite thing to start with in the morning is by throwing creative insults at him.