Ich Liebe Dich.

Chapter eight.

It's a little bit triggering Chapter.
Okay It's really fucking triggering. Violence, rape, suicidal thoughts, bad language.
Etc.

Chris' Pov.
When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is some cd that Ulrike is holding. I raise my eyebrow in silent question. What's that? "Listen this and tell me what do you think." So I take the cd and put that into the player. I realize pretty quickly what it is. It's Meinhards version of "Kinder de Sterne". I like it, but it isn't exactly what I imagened. I need him here to talk, but when I call he doesn't answer. He always does. I call his manager next. He can't get him on the phone either. My heart tells that something is very wrong. I have to get there. I don't even have time to do my make up or search for new clothes. I just have to be there. He is in danger, I know that.

Meinhard's Pov.
*same morning*

I hear someone knock on to my door. Who would want me at this hour? I open the door only to scream loudly and try to close it. Fuck my luck. He got his foot between the door, pushing it open. The same wicked grin on his lips, that was there every time he hurt me.
"Well, well, Jeremias, did you really thought that I won't find you? Sweetheart, I always find you. You are mine and only mine. Did you forget that I love you?" I only nod, he can't be back he can't. My phone rings, he motions me to give the phone to him. He hits my phone to the floor and steps on top of it, breaking it completely. Seconds later I find myself trapped between a wall and Achim. His hand pressing to my neck, making it hard to breath. "Who the fuck is Chris? Ah baby" "a friend." I whimper. Chris' call made things worse for me, I know it. He pulls me away from the wall only to throw me back in to it. I feel my head hit the wall and the blood slowly running down my neck. He pushes me to the floor, I know very well what he is going to do. I am not a fucking sexdoll. But he still uses me like one. I have feelings, I do feel pain. It's like he does everything to hurt me as much as possible. Without fingering me, totally dry. Oh god it hurts worse than I remembered. I am crying under him, pushing back my screams. After he finish, a strong kick hits my right side, again and again. He steps on top of my hand, breaking it. I know I'm a bloody mess, but I really hope someone comes. I don't want to die. He has different plans. Wraping his hands around my throat, he pushes down, cutting off my breathing. That's it, I am going to die. Then I hear someone at the door, Achim let's me go, but before he leaves he says: "It is not over, Jeremias. You'll be my olive again." With those words he leaves me, running away through the window. My apartments door flies open. The last thing I see is Chris' face, then I black out.

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