Such a Good Girl | the original

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He ruffled up my hair, which made me nibble on my lower lip to stop myself from smiling. I liked him praising me, it made me feel good. It made me feel appreciated. He was still close to me, and our gaze was still locked.

I could feel my cheeks heat up, and the more I looked into his eyes the more embarrassed I felt. I wanted to know why he was so interested in me, a sophomore who was so nerdy she had to be in the same classes as seniors.

Anyone else bugged me for it. I was always pushed around by everyone or called nicknames. At first they hit me really bad. At one point, I started hurting myself. At first it would be biting the inside of my cheek, before I could taste the blood on my tongue.

And then I slowly started itching on my skin, until small cuts would appear. One thing led to another, and before I knew it my entire arm was covered in cuts and scars. I was brought back to reality when I felt his finger outline my lower lip.

"What is it about you?" he whispered, and my eyebrow scrunched. What was it about me? Everyone else always nagged at me, and then he walked into the classroom–late and he looked at me.

The second our gaze met in that classroom, butterflies erupted in my tummy. "Hmm?" he hummed, waiting for an answer. I was unsure if he wanted me to answer, so I just blinked at him.

"I-I what?" I stammered, shutting my eyes.

"Nevermind," he said, and my face fell a little and I think he noticed. His lips curved into a smirk, before he pressed the button causing the car to nearly growl. I jumped, scared by the loud noise listening to him, chuckling by my frightened behavior.

"You're so cute," he laughed, driving the car with only one hand on the steering wheel. I watched as he guided his other hand onto my exposed thigh. The knee-socks I was wearing stopped at my knee, meaning my upper thigh was exposed.

Butterflies erupted in my tummy, and a tingly feeling appeared in my private part. I already knew I was blushing, which made the entire thing worse. "You react like this, just be me placing my hand on your thigh?" he asked me, and I looked out of the window too scared to move an inch.

I didn't nudge his hand away, but on another plan I didn't like it there. I didn't know him, and he had already touched me more than any human ever did. "I expect an answer when I ask you questions darling," he said, and his grip on my thigh clenched slightly.

My breath hitched and I bit back a whimper as his hand inched closer to my private part.

"Answer me," he said, as his hand slowly moving upwards.

"C-can you s-stop p-please?" I stammered, and it didn't even take him five seconds before his hands were back to right above my knee.

"You're so soft one touch would break you to pieces," he whispered, looking over at me, before turning back to the road.

"No!" I quickly protested, before I mentally facepalmed myself for my outburst.

"No?" he asked, before slowly moving his hand back up to my private part. I didn't stop him this time. I watched as his hand crept up my thigh, and watched it disappear into my skirt. My breath hitched and I bit down on my lower lip.

His fingers rubbed me outside my underwear, and I couldn't help but jerk forward letting a breathlessly moan leave my lips. I looked at him, seeing a smirk plastered on his lips. "P-please," I whispered, looking over at him.

"I'm not doing anything darling?" he announced looking over at me. The second his jade eyes met mine, I felt the pleasure increase. "Please," I begged again, and his eyebrow raised, as he looked back on the road.

"What exactly are you begging for?"

What was I begging for? I was clueless myself. He pulled his hand out of my skirt, pulling it back onto his own lap. "Where're we going?" I whispered, as I watched him drive in circles.

"Well, I'm waiting for an address so I can take you home." My eyes widened, and that's when my eyes fell on the clock the AUX showed. I was supposed to be home 30 minutes ago. And it's Wednesday today...

This is the one day in the entire week, where aunt Lexi is working a full time shift. Meaning I was to be alone with her boyfriend. My worst fear is that one day he would stop abusing me by hitting me, and take advantage of me.

He made it very clear he wanted me home by 3 pm sharp. So when I read 3:30 pm on the clock, my heart dropped and I grabbed my phone from my backpack. My eyes widened even more, when I saw all the missed calls from him.

27 messages to be exact. The last one read; "Wait until I have you back in this house". I looked over at Cain who seemed unfazed. Good, he didn't notice. I didn't want anyone to know. It's embarrassing.

"I-it's Linden Avenue 43952," I mumbled, and he nodded, taking a sharp swing to the right.

"C-can you h-hurry a l-little?" I asked, before forgetting the most important word, "please!" I corrected myself, watching a grin play on his lips.

He sped up, and within five minutes we were parked outside my house. I didn't even stay to farewell him, I just unbuckled and ran up the stairs to the front door. I didn't look back once. Opening the door, I watched around the house carefully trying to be as silent as possible.

I took a sharp breath, when I didn't see Josh anywhere. Maybe he wasn't home?

"You little cunt!" He slurred from the stairs. I spoke too soon. My heart dropped, when he stumbled closer to me. He grabbed everything he could reach for support.

He was wasted.

"I-I'm sorry I was w-working on a p-project a-and didn't s-see the t-time," I tried to explain myself. He chuckled before trying to walk closer to me, only to stumble over his own feet ending up falling down on the floor.

I backed away from him, but his hand wrapped around my ankle before I could make a run for it. He used me as support, to get up on his own feet. We were now standing face to face with each other.

My gaze was on his chest, before he lifted my head up with his fingers. Before I could wrap my head around what was going on, a stinging sensation occurred on my cheek, and I was on my knees on the floor.

"What did I say about being late?!" he screamed, and I just blinked my tears out. I raised my hand to touch my cheek, and I felt his fingerprint nearly engraved on it. It was definitely going to bruise.

"I-I'm sorr-"

"You're sorry?! You're fucking sorry! I'll show you sorry, get the fuck up!" he screamed, as he pulled me up from the floor, by tugging on my hair. I cried out as I begged for him to stop, even though I knew this was only the beginning.

He was kicking me, slapping me, pulling on my hair and I knew exactly it wasn't the impact of the alcohol he had drunk. At first he would apologize, and take care of me. But when that stopped, I was doomed.

It would be for the smallest stuff too. If I didn't turn the lights off, or didn't wash my dishes up after me. I hated being home. I didn't even consider it as my home anymore. It was a hell-house. And I needed to escape it.