I'm Insane *Jacy Vincent and Ryan Seaman mpreg*

What Happened to Jacky?

Ryan's P.O.V.

        I paced back and forth on the bus as I waited for Jacky. It was 2 in the morning and I was getting worried. I sat down and started dozing off as I saw headlights in the window. I jumped up and was ready to bitch him out. But he walked in with tears running down his face and his arms wrapped around himself, like he was trying to hide. "Jacky, are you ok?" I asked him.

        "I'm fine." He told me, trying to keep his voice steady and he was failing.

        "Jacky-"

        "I said, I'm fine." He cut me off. I nodded, realizing that he didn't wanna talk about it. He sat down on the couch and laid down in a fetal position. I shook my head at him.

        "Jacky, don't go to sleep in your clothes." I scolded and started helping him with his shirt. He jerked away very quickly and whimpered. "I'm trying to help." I told him and went back but he started sobbing harder and louder. It was starting to scare me.

        "Don't touch me, please don't touch me. Please, please, please." He whimpered. I noticed a stain next to his lips and furrowed my eyebrows.

        "Jacky, what's on your mouth?" I asked him. His eyes got wide as I kept staring at it. Is that.... cum? "Jacky?" He got up and ran to the bathroom in the bus. I tried to follow but he shut and locked the door. I stayed outside the door but once I heard the shower turn on, I went to bed.

Jacky's P.O.V.

        I woke up on the couch and wiped my eyes. I didn't hear the couch talking or even breathing, so I assumed that they all went out. That gave me time to get dressed without risking it that someone would see anything. I walked to the bathroom and eased off my shirt and pants, then my boxers. I looked at the bruises that were forming on my arms and torso and hips. As I touched one, I had a flashback.

        "You're such a pretty guy." The redhead said as he tore off my shirt, I was just happy that I didn't hear a lot of fabric ripping. He put his hands all over my torso, being as rough as he could. I screamed out as he twisted my nipple.

        "Are you gonna rape me?" I whispered, tears rushing down my face.

        "What?" He laughed. "No. I just like seeing people in pain." He dug his thumb into my hip. "And I might as well enjoy your body while I'm at it." He felt up and down my body, digging in his nails. Once he was satisfied with his scratches, he moved on to  hitting me and punching me. I tried my best to cover my stomach area. "You know, while we are here." He mumbled. He kicked me in the back on the knee and I fell.

        "What are you gonna do?" I asked.

        "Not me, you. You're gonna suck me off." He growled, placing a cold blade on my neck. "Do it, now." He ordered and dropped his pants and boxers. I wasn't about to die, so I did as told. He came really fast and I spit it out, a lot of it running down my chin. "Now, wasn't that fun? Let's go. Get in my car."

        I put on some clothes and went outside. The air was kinda chilly and I wrapped my arms around myself. I stopped and looked down at the marks in the driveway where the guy's car had pulled in. Another flashback started.

        "You tell no one about what happened. Or I'll tell everyone that you're pregnant. Got it?" He told me, his voice ominous and stern.

        "How'd you-"

        "I've been watching you, Jacky. I know everything. You tell no one. At all." He cut me off. I nodded and got out of the car, slamming the door shut. He pulled away and I started crying, wrapping my arms around myself. I knew that I'd get bitched out when I entered the bus. But I just wanted to go in and go to sleep.

        I went back inside and curled back up on the couch, crying again. I didn't wanna go on anymore. So many people were just using me. I'm stupid. I'm ugly. I'm weird. I'm a waste of space. I'm just..... done.

        "Jacky, Jacky. Is something wrong?" I heard Ronnie say. I looked and saw all the guys were standing over. They all tried to comfort me by petting me or rubbing me. They're touching me, they're touching me. They're gonna hurt me like he did. I don't like this. I don't want touched. They're touching me.

        I grabbed the side of my long hair that was coming out of my white beanie and screamed. They all back away from me and I started sobbing. "Please, don't. Don't touch me. Don't hurt me." I cried. They all looked at my like I grew a second head. Ronnie sat on the couch and the rest of them sat in the floor.

        "Jacky, what happened?" He asked. Tears were making their way down my face and the guy's had worried expressions on their faces.

        "There.... there was...... this guy..." I stumbled over my words and my tongue got in the way.

        "Did he touch you?" Ronnie asked, softly. I nodded. "Did he make you have sex with him?" As soon as he said sex, I gagged. It grossed me out to think of this guy in a sexual way. I shook my head. "Did he hurt you?" I nodded. "Did he put his pe-" I gagged a little bit, knowing he was gonna say 'penis'. "Did he put his thing in your mouth?" I nodded and started sobbing.

        All of the guys sat there with tears in their eyes as they watched me cry. We were a family so when I hurt, they hurt. I wanted them to hug me and comfort me, but yet I didn't want touched. I felt Ronnie put his hand on my shoulder and I flinched back.

        "This is gonna take a while." Ronnie mumbled.