All My Life ❥ Carlos Pena Jr.

7: Tragedy

OMG guys! It's been SOO long! Almost a year :/

But hey! I am back and better than ever with this story! :D

 ---------------------------------Chapter 7---------------------------------

~Kayleigh's POV~

"Go, Kayleigh! Go live with that boy and never ever come back here! You hear?!" He yelled at me. 'He' as in my father.

"I will!" I screamed back, slamming the door in his face. That was the last time I would ever see him, or my family. I didn't even say goodbye to them, but they barely cared anyways.

I wheeled my suitcase down the walkway with me. Once I got to the sidewalk, I then pushed it over to sit on it. I waited for Matthew, my lovely boyfriend. I had finally turned eighteen and now I was moving in with him. Getting away from my horrible family was the best thing I could ever do.

Matt drove up in his silver Mercedes. I got up as he got out of the car to help me put my suitcase in the truck. He shut the truck hood closed as we walked to the doors of the car, then we had got in. Before he got drive off, I kissed him on the cheek and smiled. He smiled back to me and drove off to his house.

Once we had arrived at his house, he grabbed my suitcase and took it in the house for me. He made me feel better than I was at home. No yelling, no getting blamed, no parents, just us in a quiet small house. But that didn't last very long.

One day, Matt came home from being out with his buddies. I was sitting on the couch, reading a book. He sat next to me and tried to kiss me, I could smell the heaviest of alcohol on his breath. He was dead drunk and I had to get away. I pushed him away softly and told him to stop. But he didn't listen.

Matt pushed me down on the couch and laid wet, sloppy kisses on my neck. He then started to unbutton his shirt. I tried to push him off of me, but he was stronger than I was. I then kneed him in his private place. He pulled away and fell on the floor, holding where clearly the sun will never ever shine.

I got up and ran to the kitchen, where the nearest phone was. I picked it up and tried to call 911. Little did I know, was that would have been the biggest mistake I would ever make in this situation.

Matt had gotten up and followed me. Once he was near me, he grabbed me by my hair and yanked me towards him. His grip on me was tight and firm. His right fist was exploring my hair in a tight grip, as his left hand gripped my back towards him in a tight hold.

He then smashed his lips on mine as I tried to push him away. He would not budge and I started to get scared out of my mind. He was drunk and this tight hold he had me in was just the first few steps into what he was going to do to me.

Matt then picked me and throw me over his shoulder. I started to punch, hit, kick, anything to get away from him. But again, he was too strong and determined to get what he wanted. He wanted me and he was going to get me.

Matt carried me to his own separate bedroom. The room was a tiny room and once we got inside. There were tools and rope on a table on one side of the room, while the bed was on the other side. He closed the door and locked it, so I could not escape.

I was then thrown onto the old, messy bed, as Matt had went to get the rope. He came back and held me down as he tied my wrists together, above my head. I couldn't move them and every time I would struggled, the rope rubbed against my skin and it burnt.

Matt had gotten on top of me and started kissing my neck. He left wet, sloppy kisses as he started to take my shirt off. That's when I started to scream as loud and high my body would let me. Matt got angry and slapped me, hard.