The Tattooed Bad Boy

Chapter Thirty

[NOT EDITED. EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER AWAITS!]

I sat at the window wearing just my bra and underwear. I stared outside the glass window as I thought about everything that recently happened. I knew I was going to turn into that depressed girl again. I knew that everything was going to be the same again. I knew that Hunter wasn't going to be a part of my life anymore. I could forget Dylan as well. Nothing was the same anymore. 

I was kidnapped and no one knows where I am. Hunter doesn't know where I am and neither did Dylan. I walked to the mirror and looked at myself. At my body. I had so many bruises on my body. I had scratch marks on my belly, my face, and even my thighs. I don't even want to know how many of those I have on my back. Even Tony had many scratch marks on his body.

Before I was with Hunter, I didn't do anything to save myself from Tony's sexual abuse. But yesterday, I tried fighting for myself. Even though it didn't help, I still tried. But it was no use, obviously. He tied me up and yeah, everything went back to the same. I know that sooner or later he'll be back to his psychopathic side and he'll start torturing me as if he's Crowley from Supernatural. Tears started to build up in my eyes as I thought about yesterday. Him touching me, thrusting into me, his lips, everything was like a deep cut into my soul. 

I felt the anger building up inside me. I grabbed my hair and let out an ear piercing scream. All the pain, all the bottled up emotions, all the sadness, and all the frustration left my body throughout that scream. I grabbed the vase on the nightstand and threw it at the mirror as I screamed. This wasn't right. None of this was. He had no right to do this to me. He has no right to stain my soul like this. I looked at my arms and fell on my knees. I can't do this. 

I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower and just stood under it without even taking off the bra and underwear I was wearing. I even saw some blood dripping down my thigh. I just stood emotionless there, doing nothing but stare at the tiled wall. Suddenly I let out another scream and fell on my knees once again. My throat started to hurt as I cried. I feel used. I am used. I feel like a whore. I feel like someone just sold my dignity. Even though this happened so often, it kept feeling horrible every single time. 

Tony has ruined my life. He ruined me so bad, that I don't even know how to explain how I feel right now. I can't even tell how broken I am right now. While Hunter was in my life, I felt myself healing. I felt my heart healing. I knew what happiness was. Hunter picked up my broken pieces, not even caring about himself getting hurt. Dylan was just there for me, unlike Alyssa. I thought about Hunter again. Him opening up to me, him kidnapping me from class, his smile, his kiss... 

And then I thought of Tony. Tears streamed down my face again and I started wiping my lips, my face, my arms, my thighs, and every other place his hands went very violently. I didn't want to be here again. I didn't want to be like this again. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and there stood a fuming Tony. My eyes grew wide and I quickly stood up, leaning against the wall. It's not like I would be able to escape, but it was still worth a try. Before I could even run out of the bathroom, he grabbed me by my elbow. 

"That was an expensive mirror." he said through gritted teeth. 

"I don't care!" I tried getting out of his grasp, but I had no luck. "I don't care about you, nor do I care about your fucking expensive mirror." I cried. 

"Oh, you should care." His eyes were filled with anger. "You'll pay for it." 

"I already pay for being alive!" I screamed. 

He grinned evilly. "Then we'll just make you pay a bit more." 

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