Olivia's nightmare

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"I told you to smile and enjoy it" Bobby snarled

He was holding on to my wrist

"Let go of me" I sobbed

"And I specifically told you not to wear that, you look horrible, why weren't you wearing the dress I got you last week" Bobby growled and he pushed me, I fell down

"I'm sorry" I apologised

"Damn right you're sorry, you stupid b*tch" Bobby muttered and he kicked me in the stomach

I felt pathetic, I was shaking, I wanted my mum, I crawled into the bathroom to throw up, why did I think dating someone older would help me, I tried to cover my bruises with makeup, I could hardly stand up, he is hurting me, he is pushing me beyond my limits, I can't take any more of him

"I need to go, I have a lot of studying to catch up on" I told him

"Oh no, you are not going anywhere, I'm going to make you lose your innocence right now" Bobby snapped

"No, my education comes first" I replied harshly, I pushed him off, I grabbed my bag and I ran down the stairs, the door was locked, sh*t, I need to go

"Where do you think you're going, who cares if you get an F, all I care about is seeing you, you're too important" Bobby protested and he pushed me against the wall

"Stop it, just leave me alone, can't you tell that I don't have an interest in sex ok, plus it's not even legal, I'm still 15" I complained

"Fine, suit yourself, you're a selfish little girl, you should be thanking me after everything I've done for you" I hate his guts, he unlocked the door and let me go, I ran home, I remembered everything he did to me, he hit me, insulted me, controlled me, I ended up crying because of it, when my mum opened the door she looked concerned

"Olivia are you ok" my mum asked me

"No" I cried

"What happened honey" my mum was getting worried now

"It's Bobby, he's abusive" I wailed, I showed her the bruises

"No, no, no, not again, I can't believe anyone would hurt someone as special as you, oh Olivia it's ok, mummy's here" my mum comforted me as I cried my eyes out

"What's going on, is Olivia ok" my stepdad wondered

"No, she's not ok, my poor baby is getting hurt by some horrible spiteful man" my mum explained, holding me close

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