Chapter 1: Fire Starter

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| This is a sequel to my Story Temporary Bliss, Go read that one first ♥|

Song: Fire Starter by Demi Lovato

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- Dakota ♥

I sat in the corner with my hands tied behind my back and a cloth around tied around my mouth make the side of my mouth hurt and sometime bleed if I move my mouth. Why am I in here? I slapped Ian across the face because he brought girl home to "Stay the night." Let's just say that girl is in a better place now. If I do anything to Ian I get put in the soundproof closet with my hands tied around my back and a cloth tied around my mouth for 24 hours with no food or water.

The door flew open and in came Ian, "Hey sweetie," he smirked. My eyes stared at him, he was shirtless and in basketball shorts. I had to admit Ian was sexy and works out a lot but a total douche who beats on girls and rapes them. "Hungry?" He asked. I nodded as he pulled the cloth out of my mouth. "I'll give you something to eat," He whispered before crushing his lips on to mine. His lips weren't soft and sweet like Wesley's, they're rough and salty. Wesley. God I missed him so much.

Ian untied my wrists and pushed me back on the floor. I never kissed back, I hate his disgusting lips. He squeezed my waist where I got hurt the other night when he literally threw me in here making me hit the wall. I wonder what Wesley's doing...

Probably with his new girlfriend.

~ Wesley ♡

I sat down in between Baylor,my girlfriend, and Drew. "Let's go out!!" Baylor chirped her loud voice in my ear making both me and drew jump. "No," Drew said sternly. God I wish Baylor was more like Dakota. Dakota, the girl who went missing years ago.

Management made me get a girlfriend so they choose an annoying model for Victoria Secret. Baylor was way different from Dakota she doesn't even like our music like Dakota Does! If only Dakota was here right now.

- Dakota ♥

"I'll be back!" Ian yelled leaving me in our bed bruised and hurting. I groaned and rolled over on my side letting tears pour out of my eyes. I better start Dinner before worse happens when he gets back. I groaned and put on my underwear along with Ian's Football T-Shirt.

I slowly walked to the kitchen and started to make Tacos. About 30 minutes later I Heard the door open and shut before two long arms wrap around my waist. "Now this is what I like," Ian whispered in my ear. I felt his hands go down my legs and up his long shirt. His hands gripped on my waist and his fingers played with my underwear.

Why can't my life go back to normal?

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