The daily life of a scene girl (Ambers story)

Ch. 14 The tragic loss

The daily life of a scene girl Ch. 14

The tragic loss

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Warning: this chapter is VERY graphic and is not approved for kids under 13 so if you don’t do well or are uncomfortable with anything graphic I am warning you now because it’s not my fault that you read it, I just write it, btw between ch 20 or 22 will b the last chapter so that means its almost over…sorry :[

“Why do you hate me so much?” Aaron screamed at me, this happened every night, wed fight and make up, fight and make up, some nights he’d throw a punch or kick me.

“I don’t hate you, I love you” I lied he looked at me in disgust he reached out and shoved me backwards making me fall against the kitchen table, my hand landed right next to a glass vase full of flowers, making them rock slightly, I could hear Courtney who was now 8 months old stir in the next room, , Aaron got in my face, I could feel his breath brush against my cheek it was strong from all the alcohol, he leaned in and tried to kiss me.

“Aaron stop” I shouted pushing him away, he raised his hand in a threatening to hit me type of way even though he wasn’t going to I flinched, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in towards him his grip was strong, I couldn’t get out of it, he shoved me backwards, making me hit the wall behind me, he trapped me giving me no other choice but to kiss him, I decided not to fight it, it would go a lot faster and quicker if I just didn’t fight it, he put his hands all over me, forcing his tongue down my throat, this sadly happened. Every. single. Night.

The nights I usually didn’t fight it only lasted less then 10 minutes before he got bored and left, I walked into the kitchen and took out a jar of applesauce for Courtney, I worked quickly and quietly, I tried to open the applesauce jar but it was stuck, I rushed to try to get it open without making any noise, but just my luck the jar slid out of my hands and shattered into millions of pieces against the hard white tile, I knew what was coming next.

Aaron rushed into the kitchen, stumbling over himself, he saw the mess on the floor and by the look on his face, he was not happy at all, he stared at the broken jar and then to me, I wanted to apologize, but I couldn’t find my tongue, I forgot how to speak, he quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the kitchen, this time I did try to fight it which made him even more frustrated with me, I suddenly heard Courtney start to cry.

“No please I have to get the baby” I pleaded, but he ignored this.

“She can wait” he yelled pulling me into the bedroom and shoved me onto the bed that was pushed up against the wall for whenever Courtney slept with us, he started stripping me down while I was still fighting him off, he forced himself on me, pushing me down, making it impossible to move, making it harder to fight him, he quickly undressed himself, forcing his way inside me, I screamed and cried for help and he just put his hand over my mouth and yelling at me to shut up, I was in excruciating pain, emotionally and physically, he kept yelling, telling me to shut up, he raised his hand again and I closed my eyes waiting for a blow to the face but nothing happened, instead I bit his hand as hard as I could.

“WHAT THE FUCKS WRONG WITH YOU BITCH!” he screamed in pain he was so focused on himself, just enough time for me to fling myself off the bed, I landed on the floor and what felt like twisted my ankle. I got up and sprang for the door, Aaron was quick on his feet, he tackled me before I could reach the knob, he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me back, throwing me face down back onto the bed.

“Get off of me now Aaron!” I screamed into a pillow, but he ignored me getting back on top of me.

“Stop, get off!” I demanded I started crying into the pillow, I just gave up, it hurt too much to fight it, this went on for what seemed like forever, I just wanted it to end, I didn’t want to do anything that would get him mad at me, the whole time I wondered what had happened to the old Aaron, the one from when we were 9, my best friend, the one who chased me around the playground, the one who was my very first guy friend when I moved to Shrewsbury, he sat with me at lunch and some days shared it with me at the time my parents were going through a rough time and couldn’t afford anything.