My Schism

07

"No" I scream as he takes his shirt off and starts tearing my Tshirt off of my body.

"LET.ME.GO" I am angry

How dare he? 

I muster all my strength and try to push him off of me,but he just chuckles and straddles me harder.

"GET OFF OF ME!" I yell

"a little feisty aren't we?"  he chuckles as he unclapps my bra and throws it across the room.He looks at my breast and smiles proudly
I try to scratch him, but he slaps me.He then sits on my chest and starts unbottoning my trousers.

I can't breath.

When he's done getting rid of my trousers he turns around and hovers over my body.He is naked.Its disgusting. He dares and touches my breasts.I scream like my life depends on it,but he doesn't let go.This is revolting and im furious. I try pushing him off of me,but in vain. He leaves sloppy kisses on my neck and I grimace

"Let go!"  I yell weakly

His hard shaft touches my entrance and I grimace. I try to cross my legs but he's standing between them.I feel paralysed and angry. He enters me slowly.I scream.I scream out of anger and the pain im feeling.My whole body is on fire.He pulls out of me,just to thrust inside me again,this time harder.

The pain is unbearable.

I try to move, but the pain gets worse.

Maybe if I stop fighting he'll finish faster.

"Stop" I say weakly

"no can do baby" he chuckles

He keeps thrusting. Each thrust harder than the one before.

I take a deep breath and try to calm down.When I get out of here,I'm killing him,slowly. I will enjoy it.I want to see life leaving his pathetic body.

He suddenly starts thrusting harder.His revolting moans fill the air and I feel the bile in my stomach rise.My whole body is aching. He finally finishes himself inside me.It stings like hell.

What if I get pregnant?

"Thanks beautiful"  he says as he slowly drags himself out of me and walks carelessly towards his clothes. I wait for him impatiently to get out and sit down slowly. My whole body hurts and I feel dizzy.I stand up slowly, resting my weight on the pole. Im very sore.I gather my clothes from around the room and walk towards the bathroom.Im glad Justin broke the mirror. I don't think I want to see my self right now.I check my body for bruises and find blood on my thighs. I take slow painful steps towards the bath and lay down inside it.I let the water cover my body and try to relax.

How dare he touch me like that?

Justin POV;

I groan as I open my eyes. Everything hurts.I look around me and walk towards the bed slowly.
I don't remember what happened. Those bastards probably knocked me out.

Annalyn.

I scan the room for any signs for her.Theres blood besides the pole.Did they kill her?...No.

They can't kill her! 

"Annalyn!"  I scream

No reply.

I start freaking out.

Where did they take her?

"Annalyn" I yell louder

"What!"  I hear her agitated voice from the bathroom

I let out a breath I didnt know I was holding.Her small figure soon appears and I immediately smile.

I'm used to having her with me,that I can't let them take her away from me.

Her eyes look distant.She walks slowly towards her bed.I stand up and wrap her body with my arms.Her body stiffens, but she doesn't push me away.Which means that she needs the hug as much as I do.

I hesitantly pull away and look her in the eyes "what happened?" I ask
She shakes her head and looks at her feet.Ive never seen her like that before.She seems so vulnerable.

"Okay we can talk about it whenever you're ready" I say as she walks towards her bed

"Or never" she whispers as she closes her eyes

I lay in my bed thinking of a way to get out of here.I can never over power the two maniacs and try to break out of this place. Even if I knock them out,someone else could be waiting for them outside. I also can't leave Annalyn alone.

"How is it like" she speaks, her voice is very weak

"huh?" I ask

"How is it like to feel?"  She asks, rainlessly this time

"It feels"  How can I explain this? "human?" 

She chuckles. It's the first time I've hear her chuckle. Such a beautiful voice . I can't help but smile

"I think I've been feeling somethings" she talks slowly and clearly

This is Interesting.

"Like what?"  I ask

"I don't know. Im not even sure if what im feeling right now is an emotion or if its just a stomach ache. I mean my brain can't produce chemicals . I can't feel" she sighs

"Maybe you're changing?"  I ask her

"But I don't want to feel emotions" she whispers

"Why?" I ask

I think I know the answer

"Because, I just don't" she said

"Maybe you're afraid?"  I ask

"Fear is illogical"  she said almost immediately

"You're right.But we can work on this.I can help you feel again and you can help me feel less?"  I smile

"Feel less?"  She asks

"Yeah,I might have skipped this part"  I mumble

"What?" She asks, sounding curious

" I feel alot of things.I am very emotional in a bad way.My emotions always make me anxious and depressed.They basically overwhelm me." I say

I look at her face, looking for any emotion. Anything.

"Oh" is all she says

"We are the complete opposite, how ironic is that" I chuckle

She smiles "my life is full of ironies and metaphors" she says

"How come?"  I ask amused

"My parents for instance. My mother is a midwife and my dad is an undertaker.Theyre the complete opposite. My mother helps bring kids to life and my father buries the dead six feet under the ground."

"Theyre the complete opposite"  I say

"Opposits attract" she smiles

Just like us

What am I saying?

I smile and close my eyes