The Memory of Him

Him

Bella smith was not a virgin. She was a junior in huh school and she didn't care much about it. It never bothered her because she didn't count it as her special first. Cam knew this but was never told who took it or why or how. She simply wouldn't have asked. She wouldn't want to know. No one would.

Bella could see the familiar eyes looking back at her. She covered her mouth as tears sprung to her eyes. She felt them trail down her face, knowing that he could see them too. He moved swiftly and gracefully, wiping away the tear with a solemn look on his face. He leaned in and gently whispered in her ear. He told her that he would always find her.

Bella had met Him in the end of the summer in her sophomore year. She had turned sixteen that year and wanted to go out with friends to go to the beach and hang out. Her parents let her out most times and her friends were practically her ride for anywhere and everywhere. He was in the front seat. A new face in the mix of the old. Bella and him talked for a few moments, testing the waters before trying to fully conversation with each other. She knew she didn't like him. She knew that he would fall for her. She didn't know he would come after her.

Full lips landed on hers, she wanted to scream,
Scream for anyone to hear her but the music would just block it out anyways. Her breath caught in her throat as she uttered the same words she did the last time. He didn't care. He was deaf to her please and cries. He didn't not care for the heart he was hurting. He did not care that she did not want him.

The kissing intensified to the point of a hungry mouth biting at other. One's hands pushing at the other to let go. Both trying to escape, but from different things. He wanted to escape into her so that he would feel whole again. She wanted to escape from him. Hands roamed and small please were made. Finally rope was pulled out as she was tied to both ends of the bed post. Crying out and trying to kick him away. She knew he would do what he wanted with her. And he knew she could not stop him.

The memory left her with a putrid taste in her mouth. She wanted to throw up and go home. She wanted to be anywhere else but here with him. He grabbed her throat backing her up against the wall, his grip tight but not enough to fully strain her breathing. He snickered at her, feeling the power he had over her. Knowing he would always be her first. That he won. That he was and always would be the one.

She felt the start of the bruises as he tipped her head back. He forced her mouth open and spit at her. He closed her mouth with the spit in it and demanded that she swallow it. She was motionless, not a peep or sound to be made. She pretended to swallow. He believed her. He let her go and laughed, the sinister sound tormenting her as she picked up her phone and ran. She spit out the liquid in her mouth but she still would have the taste for days. She didn't call Cam. She didn't text Carissa. Bella had to keep him a secret. He was her abuser. Her rapist. Her everything that was bad. He was the evil that controlled her thoughts and she still knew that he could not be stopped.