I've came from the hell hole to a completely different type of hell hole which both have two things in common 1) I'm treated like shit in both and 2) they both make me want to kill myself. Iv never tried but it's probably cause I'm a pussy with that stuff or that I don't really want to die but escape from this place, places where I get judged to quickly or places where their mean and think their better than others, music is normally my escape but sometimes it just isn't enough.
"Hello? Is anyone home?" I ask while closing my house door half expecting an answer hoping that someone would actually realised that they cared about me but it's real life and things like that don't happen to me.
"Heeyyy pipes" Adam, my brother, slurs shows that he's been drinking recently which is defenetly not what I want or need right now. He has different types of personality when's he's drunk and right now I can tell you it's not the funny, chilled type. Its the one people dread most, I dread most. He's the horny, violent type and when home alone which is basically my life, it's taken out on me.
"Come here you" he says edging towards me. I don't want this now, not ever.
"Adam, please don't?" I ask hopefully but yet I know it's not gonna happen. "Adam I hate this please don't?"
"You think that's gonna change my mind do you now?! Come here you little bitch" After hearing that from him I feel my throat swelling and the tears starting to weld up in my eyes.
"I SAID COME HERE NOW WHORE!" He gets so angry and very violent when drunk. I really don't want to see that so I obey quickly after.
Pushing me to the wall he started kissing my neck and lifting my top, knowing theirs no easy way out of it I drop my bag and started kissing back against my will trying to get it over faster.
He unzipped his pants tugging them down, repeating the same with mine. I was left in my cheap, multi-pack underwear as he took me upstairs, this is the part I'm hate most. My brother pushed me down on the bed so I'm lying on my back, him on top in between my legs and started kissing me again but this time slipping his hand into my panties trying to get me moist. Taking my hand up to do the same to his, I rub up and down quickly so it's over soon.
When Adams hard he lay on top of me and started kissing my neck going to the valley of my breasts, slipping hisself into me and thrusting getting harder and faster. I yelled in pain constantly throughout the thrusts, it hurt a lot but it's not as sore as the first time I suppose. The 9th time and still hurting, I thought it was only suppose to be the first and maybe the second? But I guess when it's forced it hurts more but I'll never know.
I feel a warm liquid spreading inside me as he pulls out.
"Your still as bad as you were the first time, I thought you would of improved by now so cause of that I think more practice would do good" No! He can't. I mentally scream inside knowing it would do no good aloud. I scramble back from him covering myself with one of his tops that was their. He raises a hand and sends it flying towards me and knocking me over as well. I feel a throb at the side of my face, that will probably come out a bruise. Not being able to be near him for any longer I flee to my room making sure it's locked and crumbling on the way. I burst out into tears just curled into a ball.
What have I done to deserve this? Was it cause I did bad in my before life? Why am I still here?
I ask myself while still in a crying mess that I am.
"Why are you crying? You should be doing something about it instead." a male voice asked while crouched and rubbing my back.
"I don't know? No one would listen to me, no one will care so theirs no point telling people." I reply forgetting That their is a strange boy in my room that I. Never met before.
"When did I say tell someone? I meant take it into your own hands, I'll help and that's the only way you can get something done when no one cares." Surprisingly this is actual soothing, iv never thought of that before.
"How tho? How can I do anything even with your help no offence?" He chuckles at that, like what The fuck is that suppose to mean.
"Wait firsts of all who the hell even are you and what and how are you in my room?"
"I suppose you do deserve an explanation, but first, hey I'm Levi Jones by the way" Levi answer sticking out a hand
"Piper mills" taking his request and shaking his hand "but you still have to tell me how and why're you here?"
"Long story short, I had to run away from these people that tried to hurt me and here was the first place and your windows really easy to open form the outside and especially easy to climb up the drain pipe."
"Who tried to hurt you? Why tho? " Curiousness fills me
"That doesn't matter for now but iv got a deal for you" I nod for him to carry on "I'll help you get rid of your brother and get away from here if you help me get rid of them people" His deal shocked me in a way but then again what else was kinda to expect? "Deal" I agree, like why not tho? Iv got nothing to lose.
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It's Always Just Me || Levi Jones
FanficShe's always been a sad child, always alone. That is until she meets Levi. The tide fanfic (aren't in the band )