Sweet Afflictions (Bwwm)

Chapter 3: Burn

When I woke up, I felt oddly satisfied. I had a dream that Jackson had gave me oral and it was amazing, but I knew it was just a dream because we could never be together. I got up and I went downstairs. I saw my dad downstairs, drinking a beer. As usual.

"Hey old man," I said. He took a swig of beer in response.

"Where's mom?", I asked.

"She left," he said. I ran into their room. I looked all around she was really gone.

"This is all your fault!", I screeched at my dad.

"Fuck you, Fae," he yelled ad he threw his bear bottle at me, missing terribly. I went back upstairs and showered. After my shower I got dressed and called my mom.

It went to voicemail. I slipped on my shoes and left out the house. I needed to clear my mind. I walked into the woods and took in the nature around me.

"Hey," I heard a voice say. I turned around.

"Oh hey, David," I said. I turned back around and looked at the trees.

"So what are you doing here?", he asked.

"Just taking a breather," I said. I felt him touch my shoulder and I raised my eyebrows. His hand slowly pulled the strap of my shirt down.

"Get away from me!", I yelled.

"Shut up bitch!", he yelled back as he slapped me. He pulled me against a tree and I struggled to get away.

"Help, help someo-," his hand muffled my screams of protest. He ripped off my shirt and my skirt. His hands palmed my breast as he kept a firm grip on my hip. I tried to get away. Even my wolf was trying to fight through but we were to weak.

I cried as he pulled off my underwear.

"Help!", I screamed again. He muffled my moans again and I felt his dick at my entrance. All of a sudden his eyes widened and he fell to the ground.

I looked up and noticed my dad, holding a gun.

" I never liked that fucker," he said. He gave me his jacket and I couldn't control myself as I started crying.

"I was so scared,'' I cried. My dad pulled me closer.

"It's alright, he won't hurt you again," my dad said.

He led me back into his truck and we went back home. I went upstairs and laid down in bed.

"Fae," I heard Jackson say.

"What do you want?", I asked.

" I wanted to see if you were okay," he said.

''Well I'm not a child, you don't have to constantly check on me," I said.

"I'm checking on you because you are my friend," he said.

"Friend huh?", I asked.

"Yes friends. You know I want to be with you, but people would look at us weird," he said.

"Why do you care what people think?", I asked.

"It would just be weird a 17 almost 18 year old dating a 15 year old girl," he said.

"I don't want to talk to you. Get out," I said.

"Fae-

''Get out!", I yelled. He left.

I don't understand him when it comes to anything sexual, I'm not a child. But when its anything else, I am. I hate him so much, I hate everyone.

Screaming, I went inside my box and grabbed my razor blade. I grabbed my thigh and swiped it along harshly. I sighed in content as the blood flowed down. It was like all my pain was oozing out.

I rested my head against my headboard, feeling slightly better. I put my razor blade back in my box and grabbed my weed. I got my lighter and started smoking it.

I wish my life was different.