Ethereal | TRADLEY

CHAPTER 15: "Hold your breath"

Brad

James continues to grind his crotch on me while touching my body. I know that this will scar me for life. Tears, fears and sadness are all dominating my system. I cried in vain for help but no one was there. "UHHH GOD YOU'RE SO SEXY BRAD! MISSED ME HUH?!  BE MY FUCKING SLAVE AGAIN!" James whispered on my ears as my tears continue to fall down my cheeks like an endless stream of river. I wish Tristan was here to save me. "James stop please let go of me! Please I'm begging you!!!" I squeal as he holds my arms tighter. I could feel James was about to put his dick inside of me but then he heard a police siren on the airwaves. He quickly bent and pulled down my wrists. Two policemen came to my doorstep and knocked. James put his hands around my mouth, squeezing it tight as we sit behind the door. "BE FUCKING QUIET OR ELSE I'LL SLIT YOUR THROAT" James threatened me. I try to hold back my tears again but there's no stopping it from falling down. This was it, the help I was seeking for. My heart shatters into million pieces as the policemen continue to knock on my door. The hope of putting James into jail is separated from me by a door. "Hello? Is anyone home?? This is the police. Mam? Sir?" One of the cops asked. "There's a snow storm tonight please be safe and stay indoors. We'll be leaving a flyer here about the weather forecast. Stay safe!" the policemen exclaimed, hoping that there was someone home. "There's no one home here mate, let's just leave the weather forecast flyver on the door" the police with a deep and husky voice said to his ally. James let the policemen leave first before he stood up. He pulled up his skin tight jeans and zipped it up. James stepped closer to me as he grabs my cheeks. "Do not fucking tell anyone about this, especially the cops. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOUR FAMILY AND LOVED ONES IF YOU TELL THEM. I miss you so much kitten. I'll be back sooner than you think to finish what we've started" James pushed me down, making me hit the floor. He smirked down at me at let out a devilish laugh. "I will wreck your cute ass so bad you'll not be able to walk for months. See you soon kitten" James added as he stooped down on me. I kept my head down as my beads of tears cascade on the carpeted floor. I lie my back, crossing my arms up my chest thinking how James almost penetrated me. Thinking how James took advantage of me again for his pleasure. I shiver in fear knowing that he will be back again to abuse me. He threatened to kill me if I tell the cops or anyone. Little did he know that I'm almost dying because of my cancer. I'd rather die because of my disease than knowing that James hurt my loved ones, especially Tristan. I stood up frialty and went to my room to shower. I try to erase James' saliva on my body as I stare into my bathroom mirror. I take out my clothes from my hobbit body, revealing all the awful imprints James caused. He gave me hickeys and bruises on my arms as I slowly trail the traumatic marks that James have left me. My eyes are red and puffy, my throat is sore and my body is weak. I wish Tristan was here besides me. I wish my soldier was here to make everything alright.

Tristan
I woke up with my mom giving me a sponge bath while I'm lying on our couch. My joints are swelling, my body is like being lit up of burning gasoline and my chest feels like it's being seated by a devil. "Honey, your fever is still high. Oh why did you have to jog this morning? You know it's snowing!" My mum said as she presses the damp sponge around my face and body. Her eywbrows furrowed as she noticed something on both of my cheeks. "Tristan what are these? did you have his recently?"  My brows wrinkled in confusion. Mum brought me a small mirror and showed me what she was talking about. "Tris since when did you have that butterfly shaped rashes on your cheeks?" She asked. Mum put the sponge down on the pail and gave me a towel to dry myself up. "I-I don't know mum" I answered. I reached for my phone weakly on the coffee table. I left it on silent mode before I took a nap. Only to find out, I missed twenty calls from Brad.

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Tristan quickly dialed his boyfriend's phone. His heart beats faster than normal. Why would Brad call him twenty times? Tristan hates himself for not answering his boyfriend's call. After waiting anxiously for the curly to answer, Brad finally picked up. The little one is on his bed, alone with the marks and bruises that James left.