Falling In Love With Maniacs (Creepy Pasta [Jeff The Killer] Smut)

Everyday Pain

Hey guys! I'm new here and I'm writing my first story. Just so you'll know I'm writing a story about my past and present life but adding supernatural properties. I'm most likely going to add creepy pasta characters. (warning planning on adding smut later on)

» Main character: Fallen«
» Age: 16
» Sex: Female

»1st Best Friend Alexandra«
» Age: 15
» Sex: Female

»2nd Best Friend Izzy«
» Age 17
» Sex: Female

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EVERYDAY PAIN
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I hear the front door open, then it slams closed. I hear him drop his things and start to go up the stairs that lead to my 2nd floor bedroom. I hear him remove his belt. He goes up to you my room and bangs on the door so hard that I think my old door will break once again. "Little pig, little pig let me in" he chants.

I run and go in my small closet, hoping that he'll let me be today. I hate my step-dad, ever since mom past away he's gotten more and more abusive every day- surprising me everyday with a different pain. The banging grew louder and louder, I hear the door cracking... It's almost time.

I can't handle this anymore, 16 years had to be enough. Suddenly I hear the door crash down. "Little pig, little pig, I'm now in. Don't hide, I won't hurt you that bad. A big bad wolf needs an escape, come out and help your pappa wolfie."

I stay quiet. Hoping he'll go away. 'Not today' I think to myself 'I wanted a break.'

Suddenly my closet door opens and he's there- I see the blood lust in his eyes. "There you are little bitch." He grabs me by my red hair and drags me out the closet, my room, and then down the stairs. Tightening his grip with every step. He drags me into our storage room and throws me.

"Please, don't" I plead. I couldn't handle this anymore... 'No more, no more' I keep on thinking. "Sorry bitch, but I had a pretty hard day at work today so I need to release my stress". I cry 'why me'.

He grabbed a old pipe from a nearby box and looked back at me. "I wanted to use something new today" he says and starts to hit me with the 7 foot pipe. I cover my face but it's no use, it still hurts like a bitch. He hits me on my sides, my legs, arms, neck and hands. I scream but it only makes it worse- he now hits me harder while yelling at me to shut up.

After about 10-15 minutes he stops. I hear him drop the pipe and exit the room, closing the door behind him. I remove my hands from my face and examine my new bruises. My hands are bloody and blistered. I lift up my shirt and see big, black-red-and blue bruises all over my stomach and hips, overlapping previous ones. I lift up my pants and see the same colored bruises, same with my arms.

I try my best to stand, I barely can but eventually do. I hobble out of the room. Leaving the bloody scene behind. 'No more' I think again, 'I can't handle any more'. I need to escape this nightmare.

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»Done! What do you think for my first? Comment your thoughts! Follow if you like! (This event happened in a way to me so I think that's why I think I described it well), I am not currently getting abused so don't worry! I'm planning on updating a lot!!! Baii«