The Girl Who Wanted Love

Jay pulled up to his apartment building. I hopped out and pulled my hood up, we were near the high school campass and I didn't particularly want my fellow ass holes to see my face.

Jay rushed me through the door and up the stairs in his building. As he unlocked the door to his apartment he placed his hand on my back and brought me into the living room.

"Here, I'll take your bag." I handed it to him and he hung it up on a coat rack. He took my hand and rushed me into the bathroom. He grabbed a rag and antibacterial stuff, and wiped it all over my bruises and cuts on my face. "Do you have any any where else?"

He gently wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. I cried out in pain and he gave me a look, I slowly unzipped my sweatshirt and took my shirt off. *Yeah, that's cool, just rip your shirt off in front of someone who you just met last night!* 'Shut it, Krisina. I'm wearing my bikini top underneath.'

"I won't look!" He turned around and covered his eyes with his hands.

"No, it's okay, I'm wearing my bikini top." I blushed even though I was when he looked at me.

"Grace, who the hell did this to you?!" His eyes flamed with rage. He very gently touched my right ribs, and I cried out in pain again. "That's it, I'm taking you to the hospital. Your ribs are definetly broken. Now, who the hell did this to you?"

I burst into tears, I had been holdong it in the whole ride here and when I was in the shower all morning. "My... my Mother, and-and her new husband, James. But-but they didnt just beat me."

"What the hell did they do to you?" His face showed pity, trying to calm me but, his eyes shown bright with rage and pure hatrid.

"My-my Mother, she-she held me down while James ra-raped me." I covered my face with my hands and my make-up ran down my face with my tears.

When I finally built up the courage to look at Jay, he wasn't there. "Jay?" I called through sobs.

He walked back in with a blanket and more antibacterial bottles.

"Do you have your bikini bottoms on?" He questioned.

"No, just underwear." I wiped the tears from my face when I saw even more bruises on my wrists.

"Do you mind?" He asked and I didn't care.

I sipped off my pants and that was when I saw the blood. I had several large cuts on my thighs and they were bleeding very badly.

"But-but I took a shower and they weren't there then. They weren't bleeding anyways." It was then that I remembered what I had done after I got a shower.

I was about to walk out of my bedroom to grab something to eat when I was hit over the head with a blunt object. I blacked out and I woke up on the couch. I didn't even register the pain. I had just packed a bag, locked my bedroom door and walked out. Not looking back.

"Oh yeah, I was hit over the head afterwards and I blacked out. I didn't even remember it." As Jay put a cloth and wiped up the blood trickling down my leg, I realized how much blood I must have lost.

"You're losing a good amount of blood. Not actually good but, a large amount." I leaned against the counter to steady my now twirling head.

Everything started to spin, and go double. I saw the ceiling adn smashed my head off of the floor. I blacked out.