Her Savior | ON HOLD

☆Chapter 4☆

Once I reach Adam's house, I knock 3 times, and he opens the door.

"Hey Aaliyah,"
"Hi Adam, how are you?"
"I'm good, come in."

I enter his house, and it reeks of smoke and alcohol. It's a usual thing, though. Every time I enter his house or 90% of the time I see him, there's a smell of alcohol, smoke, or both.

"Were you drinking and smoking?"
"Yeah, and what about it?"
"Nothing, I was just asking."
"Well, you better not be questioning me,"
"I'm sorry," I say as I put my bag on the counter
 
"You wanna come up to my room with me and watch a movie with me?"
"Yeah, sure, what mov -"
"OK, let's go," he says, interrupting me.

I follow him up to his room, and he sits on the bed and pats the left side of the bed, telling me to go sit there.

He puts on a movie that I'm not quite sure the name of, and he pulls me closer as the movie starts.

It's been about 45 minutes into the movie, and it starts to get a whole lot sexual.

"Can we watch a different movie, please?" I ask, not feeling comfortable watching this movie.

"Why would we do that?"
"Because I don't feel comfort -"
"Well, that's your problem,"

He says, and I sigh.
Since he's not gonna change the movie, I decide to stop focusing on the movie.

15 minutes later, he put his hand on my thigh and turned me to face him. He starts kissing me, and I try to stop him because his mouth reeks. He doesn't stop, and I try to push my face away from his, but he holds my chin forcefully.

"Stop," I try to say, but he still doesn't listen.

He starts unzipping my zip-up hoodie and trying to pull my shirt off, but I push him away forcefully and jump off the bed.

"I'm sorry, sorry," he says, and I just stand there, shocked, trying to comprehend every that just happened.

"You know what, I'm not sorry. We've been together for 6 months, and we haven't done anything, " he says. "If you're not going to give it to me, I'm gonna take it myself,"

It takes me a minute to comprehend what he says, and by then, he's already pushed me up against a walk and is biting and kissing my neck.

"Adam, Adam, stop," I say, and I push him away with all the force I managed to gather.

He starts walking toward his closet, and he brings out a belt and a handkerchief. At this point, I already know what's gonna happen.

Well, I thought so, I only knew half of it.
He drops the belt onto the bed and starts throwing me around the room until I'm too tired to fight.
He picks up the belt, ties my hands together, he shoves the handkerchief in my mouth, picks me up, and throws me onto the bed.

He starts taking my shoes off and pulling down my jeans as well as my underwear, but since my shirt is oversized, it covers until about my lower thighs. "Adam, what are you doing? Please don't don't this."

This can't be happening

It's pointless saying anything now. He's not listening to me, and once I see him pulling down his pants and boxers, I know there's nothing I can do now.

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~Anaya's P.O.V~

It's 6:15 now. Aaliyah should be home.

I try calling her, but she doesn't pick up. Maybe she's in the shower.

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It's 7:00 right now, I'm sure she's done. I try calling her again, but she still doesn't pick up.

I wonder what's keeping her so busy, I hope she's OK.

I know something is going on in her life, and it's not a good something. Even Ashley knows it.

I don't want to ask her because I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable, but if it gets worse, I'm definitely going to ask her.

Maybe I should give her an hour. Maybe she's out with her dad or something.

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It's 8:30 now, I waited a few more minutes just in case.

I tried calling he again, but she's still not picking up

Oh Gosh, I hope she's OK and safe.

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~Aaliyah's P.O.V~

I've never felt so dirty in my life. I thought Adam loved me, I didn't expect him to ever hurt me, especially never in this way.

He did have his flaws, but I thought those were things we could work out as we grew together.

He's sleeping right now, and I'm looking for my clothes with tears falling down my face, and my head is spinning. I need to get out of here as fast as possible.

I don't even want to think about what's waiting for me when I get home.
I'm so tired. When will I ever catch a break?

I put on my zip-up hoodie and checked my phone. There are multiple missed calls from Anaya, and it's already 9:00. I can't do this. I need to leave.

I leave Adam's house and start walking home. If you can even call it that, I'm not even rushing or trying to walk fast because I still can't fathom what just happened. I'm sure I look like a mess, the tears all over my face, and I'm sure it's red and puffy.

I reach the house, and I don't see Adam's car in the driveway, which means he isn't home yet. I hope.

I unlock the door, and the house still looks the way I left it, so I don't think he's come back home yet. He's probably drunk at some club.

I go upstairs and into my room, I drop my bag on the floor, and I go into the bathroom. I turn on the shower, and I make sure not to look at myself in the mirror. I already dislike what I see when I look in the mirror, and I know if I look, I'm gonna wanna puke.

I took a hot shower, making sure to scrub my body like never before.

Once I'm done, I go into my bedroom, enter my bed, and cry myself to sleep like I have for the past 12 years.