The Unforgiven. [A Merome fanfic}

CHAPTER 4

She had brught me up to her bedroom and pushed me onto the bed. "I'm going to make you scream" she hissed, leaping on top of me. My boxers were still my only piece of clothing, leaving me defenceless. She rubbed the "v" of my groin. I mean, sure, it felt good, but I didn't want HER to make it feel good. She pulled my member out and started lickin the head. I threw back my head and moaned. "Dead god!" I gasped. She was looking at my junk, her eyes going wide. "You're huge... Just what I thought" she smirked. Dear god, she... fantisized about me?! What the hell?! She got up, pushed me on to the bed once again, only this time I was laying down. "Listen..." I began. "I'm really sorry, but I'm not ready for this. I really don't want this right now" I said to her, gently pushing her off. "yOU'RE GOING TO REGRET THIS!" she screamed at me, forcing me off of the couch. She litrally kicked me out the door, crying. I knew that something bad was going to happen, but honestly. Did I really deserve this? -Of course- the voice purred in my ear. I felt ike I was going to cry. You don't have naything to do anymore. Might as well go home.....

I walked into the small apartment that my family called home. My father sat on the couch, beer in hand. "Bout' time you got home. Get me a beer, will you?" his texan accent strong. I nodded, not wanting to upset him. He'd been fairly good about him beating me lately, so I didn't want to upset him. I took a can of beer out of the frdige, opened it, and gave it to him. "I'll be in my room if you need anything, alright?" I said to him. He growled in agrement. I almost ran to my room. As soon as the door closed, I slumped down on the door. I put my face in my hands and sat there, nt wanting to be alive. I looked at the scars that cris/crossed my wrists. Nobody knew my secret. I ran my hands through my hair as tears streaked down my face. Sometimes I wanted t end it all. I sat up and looked around, searching for the one thing that made it all go away. My eyes landed on the blade, flashing silver. I got up, walked over to it, and pawed the blade. I thought about how good it felt against my skin as it tore through it, letting all the pain and saddness flow through cut. I rubbed the blade ginerly with my thumb, bitting my lip. I brought the blade to my wrist and paused. Did I really want to do this? I took a deep breath and pressed the blade into my skin. It tore through easily, making the blood flow through the tear. I did six more of these, on each wrist. One for everything that I did wrong. I did it for Jerome, the one I could never have, even if I only just met him. One for my family, knowing that no mater how much I pleaded, they wouldn't help. One for all those pretty girls at school, for not knwoing how much of a monster I really am. And one for myself. For being me.

This chapter..... I dont't knw why, but it really took a toll on me. I've been through sort of the same thing before....... But anyways, thanks a bunch for taking your time to read this!!! Don't even worry about anything, cause Taffyyoka Is here!!!