Scary Stories

The Victim

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There was this girl named Jane, and she had a boyfriend named Kent. They were a perfect couple. Everyone wanted to be them.

"Wow, couple goals."

"I wish I could get a guy like him."

"She is so lucky to have a honest guy."

"I think he is the most happiest guy in the world."

Jane smiled at the comments about her and her boyfriend. They were perfect. Too perfect.

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You see, Kent wasn't that good boy behind closed doors. He was the opposite, he was the most cruel, the most vile, dreadful, atrocious man. He did not love Jane. 

She had the bruises to prove it. 

But at last, she can't leave him. She was too afraid. Too afraid on what he would do. To himself or her. 

 "GOD! Can't you do anything correctly?!" 

"I can't believe I'm with you!"

"You whore!"

"You are useless waste of space!"

Jane doesn't know what to do with her life. She is trapped. If she lefts, he might hurt himself or her, not that he hasn't done that before.

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Jane comes home from work late night. There was a car in a drive way...That's weird, Kent's car doesn't look like that. The girl walks to the front door and as soon as she opened it, she is horrified. 

Kent thought it was a good idea to invite a friend over...and fuck her on JANE'S couch. Kent just looks at the girl as he's gal friend is on top of him. The girl on him doesn't know that Jane is there. 

Poor Jane, she just starts to tear up. How dare he? With everything she has done for him?! Jane just slams the door shut. 

She stayed at her friends house for a couple days. Obviously her and Kent are old news. 

"What happen to them?"

"I heard that she didn't treat him right."

"I heard that he walked in from work and seen her fucking his best friend."

"That's so fucked up."

Why is Kent playing the victim? She was the one who walked in on HIM! Jane doesn't know what to do with these people talking about her. And they were wrong. But she doesn't know what to do. 

A couple of months go by and her ex, James, contact her. He missed her. Jane missed James. How could she not? He was every girls dream. 

Sweet, Caring, Loving. 

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But of course, she can't get the right guy. James was contacted by Kent. Kent lied to him saying that Jane is sleeping with him. Instead of talking to Jane about it, like a person. He let his hands do the talking for him. 

"YOU WHORE!" 

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!"

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" 

"I SHOULDN'T HAVE DATED A SLUT!"

Jane with a black eye, tears in her eyes. What made males think it was a good idea to beat women? She couldn't do anything. James' dad was the chief of police, He would just think she is lying about his son. 

After awhile, Jane started to feel numb to the pain. She was this empty shell of a person. 

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Jane was walking through the woods, trying to clean her mind. What's last of it anyways. A few hours go by and, Jane is still walking. She saw a circle of rocks around a tree. That's....odd. But something is calling for her. Like the tree is calling her name. 

She walks slowly to the tree and puts her hand on it. For once in her life she feels....something.

She leaned her head on the tree bark. Breathing in the smell. Kneeing down, and Jane just started to cry. She is so sick and tired of being ignored by everyone. 

Before passing out she could have sworn that she heard some voices. With the smell of the tree, and the fact that she had been crying, she couldn't tell if she was dreaming or in the real world. 

"It's okay, go to sleep my child."

"We will talk when you are awoken."

"She looks so peaceful, so perfect."

"Don't be scared."

For once in her life, she left at peace, calm. Jane smiled to herself softly. And was out like a light.

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Jane jumps up from her bed, breathing heavily. Was...was that a dream? And how did she get back home? Did she even go walking in the woods?

She felt something. Like eyes are watching her every move. She got chickenskin,  her palms got really sweaty. Why is she so scared. She is in bed, by herself. 

Blinking a couple of times, so her eyes could adjust her eyes to the darkness...There, in the darkest corner of the room. A shadow of...something looking at her. What in the world is that? Is it her mind playing tricks on her?

"Who are you?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Am I going crazy?"

"Was my dream real or fake?"

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