Lost and Found

Stevie

*****Content Warning***** Sexual Abuse ahead *****

"I'll make it all go away..." Conrad whispers and cups my cheek as I cry. "I'll show you all the love you deserve, Stevie..."

"Please help me..." I begged and reached out for him. Desperately wanting to feel his touch. Suddenly, he's gone. I'm left by myself, and the pain of losing him is consuming me again.

I feel something start touching my body, and I scream bloody muder in my dream. I want to die. Please kill me. Don't let me wake up to this again.

My eyes snap open, and his hand covers my mouth, and he tugs my pants down legs. I fought against him, but he held me under him. He spead my legs and laid in-between me. He started rubbing his dick up and down my core. Hot tears formed in my eyes as he slid his dick inside of me.

Every fiber of me goes completely numb as he has his way with me. Tears fall silently down my face as I fall apart all over again.

"God, you're so perfect..." Kyle groans as he pumps in and out of me quickly. I wish I would instantly pass away. I wish everything would disappear. I wish I could feel nothing and everything all at once. His hands snaked up my shirt, and he gripped my tit's.

He collapsed onto me after he finished. My body was deathly numb as I fought against myself from screaming and throwing him off of me.

Kyle climbed off of me and put his clothes back on. He opened the door to our room and left for work. A screaming sob escaped my lips after I was sure he was gone. Searing pain soared through my chest and my arms fall numb beside me.

"God... I don't ask for much. If you could, please take this pain away. I can't feel this anymore. I can't go on like this anymore..." I sobbed and struggled to breathe. I can't do it anymore. I can't feel this anymore.

I stood and threw some clothes on as quickly as possible. Bruises and scars littered my body as I struggled to survive this hell. The air wouldn't enter my lungs. White hot pain still coursing through my body.

I grabbed a bag and stuffed it with clothes. I was running away. If he couldn't find me, he couldn't hurt me anymore. I needed to get away.

I grabbed my phone and smashed it on the floor, and threw it in the trash. I took one last look at the room behind me before I felt chills slither up my spine.

I hated this place. I hated myself. I hated him. I hated everything about everything. I wanted to die. I wanted to feel free of this trauma. For once in my fucking life I wanted to be normal.

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I drove for hours and hours, and when I began dozing off at the wheel, I pulled off the highway. Suddenly, a wave of nostalgia hit me.

This is where I grew up. My eyes traveled the area, and a sense of warmth crept into my frozen body. Without thinking, I drove to the one place I couldn't forget about.

I pulled into my old high school parking lot and stepped into the cold night air. I stared at the empty football field and smiled at it with tears forming in my eyes.

Conrad.

His name brought pain back into my chest, and I clutched it as I stared at the markers on the field. I replayed the game I watched him in as I stared peacefully, broken at the green space in front of me.

I laid down on the bleacher and looked up at the stars as content tears rolled down my cheeks. I would drive here without thinking. Conrad's the only thing that's kept me sane these past few years. Knowing somewhere he was happy. That was what kept me going.