Don't Ever Let Go (Chris Martin)

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The rain thrashed down around me as I stumbled my way along the cold, dark alley way towards home. That's if you could call it a home. For me it's more like my personal prison.

Why stay there if you're unhappy? You ask. That's where it gets complicated. I have no choice. If I don't obey Carl (my boyfriend's) every command, he will punish me- I mean, REALLY punish me.

I'm scared to go home from work most nights, as I know that he'll always be there, waiting for me. Carl doesn't work. He gave that up a while ago. Alcohol is his world- he goes out drinking with his 'mates' most nights, coming home to shout or throw abuse at me for no reason at all.

His horrid comments hurt me the most though. He always says I'm fat, ugly, stupid and constantly accuses me of cheating.... I'm too scared to do that. But I'm always good enough for him to rape. I don't ever get a say. He just pins me down on the bed, thrusting himself into me violently. I keep my mouth shut, whimpering or crying out with silent tears streaming down my face. He'd ignore my pleads for him to stop and only go deeper and harder, hurting more and more with every second.

My health problems are causing my work colleagues to worry. They've noticed how baggy my clothes have become, I've grown even paler and my green eyes have turned dark and dull. The bags under my eyes are horrendous- I must look like the walking dead....

After walking as slow as possible down the lane, I sighed as I reached our gateway. I had little hope that I would be alone, since I had finished work later today, working an extra shift. I was secretly hoping that he'd gone out with the boys. But when I turned the door handle and stepped inside, his hands grabbed me, forcefully pushing me back against the wall, which my head bounced off; causing my vision to go blurry.

Once My vision cleared I met the cold dark eyes that pierced into my soul. I stood trembling in fear, searching his face for any clue or idea about what he'd do next. But he was forever unpredictable. He brought his face closer to mine. I immediately shrunk away, pressing myself even more into the wall.

"Where the fuck have you been?" He hissed, grip tightening in my forearms. His breath stank of booze. I directed my gaze to the floor. This only angered him more. "Answer me, you stupid slut!" He roared. I raised my head to meet his demented features.

"A-A- Amy asked me to w-work an extra s-shift..... " I barely whispered.

"BULLSHIT! I know your game! I know you've been sleeping around- being the slut you are!" He screamed, throwing a punch at my eye. I shrieked in agony and the waterfalls flowed down my cheeks, but he ignored the fact clamped a hand over my mouth. "Shut up you stupid bitch! The neighbours will hear you!" He snarled, tightening his grip again. "C'mon then, who is he?" He demanded.

"I-I-i haven't s-slept w-with anyone... I-I wouldn't cheat... I'm t-telling the truth... Please C-Carl-" I choked, terrified that he would hurt me more. He laughed sarcastically.

"Please Carl" he mimicked in a high pitch voice, his tone full of venom. "Please Carl what? Please Carl this?" He twisted my arms and pulled them behind my back before shoving me into the fall face first. I let out an agonised squeal- which only angered him more. "I don't believe you! It's time I taught you a little lesson" he grinned evilly. The old Carl who I fell in love with isn't here anymore... This isn't him...

"Noooooooo!!!!! Get off me, Get off me, GET OFF ME!" I screamed, fighting against him, punching him square in the nose. That somewhat distracted him but he soon recovered and picked me up, carrying my thrasing body to the bedroom. I knew what was coming...

He ripped my clothes off before entering me roughly, thrusting angrily . He held a hand over my mouth to muffle my screams and sobbing, the other holding me to the bed. After a while he drew away, much to my relief. He got to his feet, spying the string in the corner of the room. I gulped as his mad gaze caught mine, he licked his lips before staggering over to the string and pinned me down to the bed again.

I struggled to breath with the weight that was crushing me, now agonised and exhausted from the beating . He tied my limbs to the four corners of the bed and left the room again. When he emerged, he carried a huge whip.

"W-what are you doing?" I rasped, fear growing inside of me.

"Giving you an experience you'll never forget" his voice lowered, slurred with alcohol. With that he brought the whip up and thrashed it down on my back. 1 time, 2 times, 3 times... He went on and on for what felt like hours. I bit back the screams and suffered in silence. To my relief, the whipping finally subsided, his body collapsing at the foot of the bed, the alcohol finally taking effect.

Seeing my chance to escape, I struggled against the ropes that held me to the bed's frame with no success. I was trapped here on my own bed, naked, cold and dripping with blood. I glanced at the alarm clock to see it was nearing 1am. I had to escape before he woke up!

After much struggling, I had managed to break the string on my right arm.  Conveniently, a pocket knife lay on the bedside cabinet. I reached over and managed to cut myself free, gasping at the image I saw in the mirror.

Both of my eyes had swollen up, now turning violet with bruises. My lip was bust with blood spurting from it, my nose also contributing a scarlet river. I turned around to see that my back was covered in whip marks, blood traipsing down my spine. What a mess. I had to get out.

I warily prodded Carl's body to see that he was still unconscious on the floor- he wouldn't come round for hours. I hurriedly gathered some belongings and essentials and stuffed them in a bag and rushing towards the door.

Once I got outside, I collapsed against the cold alleyway wall, exhaustion overwhelming me. I was only slightly aware of a dark figure hovering over me .

"Hello? Can you hear me love?"A warm, deep voice asked. I tried to focus on the blurry figure but soon gave up, closing my eyes and groaning. I suddenly felt myself being lifted into his warm, secure arms.

"Shhhhh... You're OK, you're safe with me" he whispered, the last thing I heard before I let darkness take over.

Well hello! Thank you for reading this! I've had this idea brewing for quite a while now, but wasn't sure how to write it! Always wanted to write a Coldplay fanfiction so hopefully it'll be as good as my Script one? Let me know what you think! X

P.s - the photo at the top is the type of alleyway Lucy's just collapsed in!

Ffion 😄