Save Me - a John Lennon story.

Chapter 1

Hello to whoever took your lovely time to read this! I've never written anything before, so this may not be so good - I tried my best and I hope you enjoy! Make sure to comment and tell me what you think. x

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Hands softly brushed my sides in a slow, painful way. His hips grind into mine as his fingertips dug into them sure to leave marks.

My eyes squeezed shut while biting my lip to hold back any uncomfortable sounds. "S-stop. Please stop.", I whispered, not wanting to anger him. "C'mon, baby.", he replied in a sly voice. "Y'know you wanna.", his breath on my neck, rough fingers now digging into the small of my back.

I breathed, "Matt. I really don't. Don't do this again." With my eyes still squeezed shut, I felt his body move away from mine. I didn't want to open my eyes, for I knew what was going to happen - only because it's happened before.

I opened them to find him staring at me, and with only a snap of a finger he was close to me again. His head lowered down to my neck again, lips leaving burning kisses as he tucked my dark hair behind my ear. His hand slowly grabbed mine, and my stomach turned.

His fingernails dug into my wrists. "Listen", he said, I winced in pain. "I love you.", his fingernails digging deeper and deeper. A tear slowly rolled down my cheek from my eye, "You're hurting me.", I whispered. His fingernails painfully released its grip.

"I'll be back, Sam. Okay?", he looked at me as I rubbed my wrists, feeling at the crescent shaped marks. "OKAY?!", he yelled, and I flinched. "O-okay. Okay.", I barely said in reply.

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I sighed as I awoke the next morning, not wanting to lift my sore body from the fluffy bed to get prepared for my first year of being a senior.

I forced myself up towards my dresser where my mirror is. I set my hands on both sides of it, holding myself up as I yawned. My eyes slowly focused to my reflection and I noticed how horrible I looked.

My eyes were red and had bags under them, my face looked so pale. I furrowed my eyebrows and swallowed hard remembering what happened last night, his voice running in circles around my mind. "I'll be back, Sam." - He always says that. I took a deep breath.

I parked at the usual spot I always parked at, across the street from the main building. Arriving at school has always been one of the hardest things I've ever had to do since I've met him.

When I first met him it was like any other relationship - sweet and caring. He'd hold me like I was the most delicate thing in the world, and he'd talk to me in the nicest ways. I don't know how it all went down hill. Flashbacks drifted back in my mind.

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"Why the fuck were you talking to him, Sam.", he yelled at me. "We're not even together anymore. Why do you even care?", I yelled back, obviously angry at the way he was speaking to me. "I'm the best thing that ever happened to you, and you decide to let me go?", he looked at me like I was stupid, and my temper grew every second I looked at him.
"Maybe cause you're an asshole who bosses me around and doesn't know how to fucking let go!", My breathing was heavy and our surroundings suddenly were silent.
He laughed and took a swig of his beer. "Oh. So you think this is fu-", my words were cut off with the feeling of his hand making hard contact to my face. My eyes were closed shut and I immediately starting crying.
He slapped me. I shook as I looked up into his eyes. "Y-ya see what ya made me do?", he spoke, his voice raspy. And he simply turned around and walked away.

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I looked up and stopped the tears from coming, something I always did. I stepped out of my car, heading to the main office where everyone waited to pick up their class schedules.

I leaned up against the wall so tired. I just wanted to rest a little longer, and eat breakfast. The line was barely moving. My head rested on the wall, my eyes slowly closing. "Yeh alright there?", someone spoke. I opened my eyes. "Yeh?", he spoke again.

I turned around and there stood a tall figure, broad shoulders and long legs. "What?", I answered back. "Yeh look like you've been through hell, love.", he replied and I looked down, the tears coming back. "M'sorry. I was only kidding.", he looked down too. "It's okay. Just not feeling well." I quietly spoke. "Hope yeh feel better. Smile.", he told me, and grinned. I smiled back.