Words I Never Heard

Raine's boyfriend problems

By freshman year, it was living hell for Ginger.

She had been called it all since she began going out with Lovino.
Slut. Whore. Boy-obsessed. Desperate. Worthless. So many things.

She didn't keep friends long. They all usually left after they discovered she was saying Lovino. I'm gonna ask you idiots something right now.

Why did you do it?
Why did you call her those terrible things?
It was one boy.
She made one mistake.
Why did you hurt her like that?

Lovino claimed he didn't hurt her. But by  freshman year, they were on and off for so many reasons.

He flirted, he cheated, he hurt her, they broke up, she cried, she wanted him back, they got back together, and the cycle began again.

I did date once.
I regretted it more than anything. It hurt so bad and I wish I'd never done it.

His name was Mark. And just like Ginger, it was living hell for me. And they didn't even call me names! It was just how Mark acted.

He was way, way, WAY too clingy and jealous. I remember the night he went too far though. That was one of the worst nights of my life.

I was 14. He was 15. Eighth grade. He lived next to me. I remember him beating me in the one place I was free of my past. Shoot, now that wasn't even a safe heaven.

FLASHBACK
"SLUT! THINKING YOU CAN DO THIS TO ME?!" He shoved me and my back hit the tree. Hard. Hard enough to leave bruises.

He grabbed by hair and yanked my head to the side, earning a pained cry from me. "You think you can flirt with Jason right in front of me? You little whore." He kicked me in the side. Once. Twice. Three times.

I had tears streaming down my face and I felt like an idiot. How could I have ever let him into my life? "I-I hate you, mark." He froze and yanked my hair again, but I allowed no sound to escape.

"What did you say?" He asked through gritted teeth. "Y-you heard me." I responded, then received a slap across my face. I felt him tug my hair again and punch my stomach.

"That's ok you idiot," he whispered into my ear. "I never cared anyways. I should just leave you here, alone and helpless."

He raised his hand again and I closed my eyes and looked away. Then, I heard a hard thump and a yell of pain.

I looked up ,and thank the lord, it was Jason, holding down Mark into the damp grass.
He said through gritted teeth, "hurt her again and I will freaking kill you."

He punched Mark in the square of his back, eliciting a pained grunt from him. He got up and walked over to me.
I didn't realize I was crying until he wiped a tear from my face.

"Raine? You ok?" I shook my head and threw my arms around Jason's neck, sobbing into his shoulder.

"I-I thought I was going to die Jason. Thank you so much." I was crying and clutching him so hard I hoped I would never have to go.

"Jason I can't go back to my foster parent's house. Not like this," I said quietly through sobs.
I felt him nod then he slid an arm under my knees and the other around my back.

He easily picked me up because I'm not very heavy (I was once anorexic) and I'm really small.
I buried my face in his shoulder and hugged his neck, feeling his footsteps beneath me.

I closed my eyes and let the numbness of sleep overtake me.

That's why I have trust problems.