"Please, stop. Leave me alone Tyler." I sob into my hands
"Shut up." He spits in my face grabbing my hands from my tear soaked face.
"I'll do whatever I want to you, and you can't do shit about it." He hits the right side of my face leaving a stinging pain. I try to open the door but he grabs my hair and pulls me down.
"Please stop." I beg desperately.
"You're not getting out of this truck until you give me what I want." I jam my elbow into his dick and he lets go long enough for me to jump out and run. I run into a meadow and hide behind a hay bell and watch for his headlights. Please go away. Please. I sit there for 20 minutes quietly sobbing into my hoodie sleeves. Why? Why me? My breath is short and I fumble in my pocket for my phone. Shit, it's in Tyler's truck. I look out from behind the hay bell, it looks like he's gone. I have to get home. I walk down the road hoping it's the right way home. After about a mile of walking headlights appear from behind me, I take of running praying that it's not Tyler. The car speeds up and soon enough catches up to me.
"Are you okay? You need a ride?" A Brown haired boy says from inside the window.
"I'm fine." I say sniffling. I'm not, but I keep walking anyways.
"Well you're crying and walking in the dark on a dirt road." I look at him for a second. He's cute but he seems like someone Tyler would hang out with at school.
"What happened to your face?" He squints at my right cheek. Tears form in my eyes. It was him. He hurts me and abuses me and never cares. I want to shout in the boys face.
"My, uhm, boyfriend...He hit me.." the words fall out of my mouth like a water fall.
"Well, gosh that's not nice. I feel like I really need to give you a ride." I smile.
"Okay." I walk towards the other side of his car and sit in the passenger side.
