Lost Memories~||

The beginning ||

"Don't fucking touch me Nicole." Chresanto yells .

"Or what Chres?"

"Huh? What are you going to do.?" Nicole says coldly.

"Bitch don't fucking test me." Chresanto growls in her ear pushing her up against the wall.

No one was home. No one could save her from Chresanto. Her abusive boyfriend of 3 years. Not being able to escape his strong grip on her arms, she squealed and flailed while he let out a deep and low laugh knowing that she was trapped. And couldn't get away from him. Too strong.

"S-stop C-Chres . Y-you're h-hurting me" Nicole begs, her tears streaming down her cheeks.

He let go abruptly with roughness.

"That's what you fucking get bitch. Obey sometimes and you wouldn't look so pitiful and pathetic right now." Chresanto says walking away from Nicole's fragile body.

Sliding down the wall feeling like shit, Nicole cried for hours upon hours. Everything was a mistake. Breaking up with her old boyfriend Rayan, leaving him for someone who was way too old for her. Nicole was only 17 years of age but Chres, known as Roc was 23. Not more mature just more dominant and abusive. Rayan was a sweetheart from her old school. They loved each other with all their hearts until Roc came along. Roc seduced her. But told her he loved her. She was so brainwashed, her decisions weren't the best. A year after knowing Roc, she ran away from her mothers house (after Roc persuaded her) then broke up with Ray over the phone. Since then, 2 years later she had been introduced to drugs for the first time. Hard drugs at that.

"Why me." She repeated to herself over and over again. In the same monotone voice.

Her tears couldn't stop running, like a calm river at night.

Roc slammed the door leaving her all alone in their mansion, bought with his drug money of course. She cried harder knowing that no matter what she was alone. No one was there to help her anymore. She was all alone with nobody to talk to.

As she closed her eyes letting her tears pour, flashbacks of her and Rayan talking appeared. The way he laughed and cheered her up at moments when she felt like nothing. She missed those days but she couldn't go back to Atlanta. She couldn't let her mother see her in this horrible condition, she thought. Slowly getting off of the floor she made her way to the bathroom looking at herself in the mirror. Her pale face showing the saddest eyes. All the color from her body was gone. Her happiness was gone. Her eyes, bloodshot red, her hair tangled as if she had been through a jungle. Nicole looked down at her body. She lost around 38 pounds making her look ill. She hasn't ate in days. If it was a hunger pain she'd kill it with heroin or Cocaine.

Nicole hated how she stuttered when she talked. It was only because of the drugs.

She hated the way she had no strength .

Because of the drugs.

She couldn't leave Roc...

Because of the drugs.

Nicole turned on the hot water still looking in the mirror at the face that disgusted her.

Grabbing a paper towel and dabbing it in the scorching hot water, she put it up to her face wiping off all the make up caked on her face to hide her bruises. Her mascara dripped a dark black on her skin, mixing in with the lipstick and caramel blush .

Trying her hardest in the process not to cry, the door opened. She heard the lock click.

It was Roc. He was back.