Myself- A Broken Creation

Chapter 7: Xander's P.O.V.

Alex and I had cuddled together after he had done all those sensual things to my body. I could never have imagined I could feel such pleasure. When we first cuddled together, his hardness pressed into my bottom and I froze for a few moments before shakily relaxing. I felt ashamed of being scared of Alex, who had been so kind and sweet to me. We both drifted off together and I hoped it would be peaceful, but it wasn't.

(Memory/Nightmare beginning):

I walked to my home. I desperately hoped Ryan wouldn't be there because Mom and her new husband wouldn't be home for hours. I didn't know if I could survive that long, alone with him. I opened the white door to my house and immediately stopped short because Ryan was standing there. He had waited for me? Despair bubbled up my throat.

I looked up at Ryan with fearful eyes and saw his fill with hate. I tentatively stepped through the door and softly closed the door behind me. I didn't want the others to witness my humiliation and pain, and knew that Ryan would have no qualms about showing them. Ryan stalked forward and ripped my shirt from my body.

He dragged me to the bedroom as I self-consciously hugged myself. Ryan roughly threw me on the bed and tore his clothes off as I bounced up and down. I anxiously crawled backwards and squeaked in fear as he got on the bed, starting to track me like prey. Ryan was such a fiercesome predator.

He tightly grasped my already sore and bruised hips, flipped me over, and forced me to swallow his length. I groaned in helplessness as I choked on it. I cried and tried to get away from him, but he only forced himself even further into my mouth. I sighed before giving up the fight. I never won anyway.

I reluctantly bobbed my head up and down on it as tears blindly streamed down my face. I soon felt him swell in my mouth. I gagged as I swallowed the bitter liquid. Ryan shoved me off of him so that I rolled off the bed and harshly landed on the hardwood floor. I was on my knees and trying to stand on wobbly legs when Ryan slipped my jeans off.

They landed on the floor, somewhere near my knees. Ryan ripped my boxers clean off me. His hands were on my bottom and he shoved into me completely dry before I could comprehend what was happening. I shrieked so loudly that I swore the neighbors, who were miles away, could hear me.

Ryan reached around and grasped my throat. I furiously scratched at his hands. The world became colder and darker as he thrust into me more fiercely. Tears sprinted down my flushed cheeks and landed on the floor beneath me. I collapsed on the now wet floor and gasped for air that seemed so far away when he finished.

Ryan flipped me over and my back smacked the hard floor. He shoved his hands into my fading eyesight and I gasped. They were covered in long, crimson, bloody scratches. Ryan left for a moment and I thought I was safe from his retribution, but he came back shortly. I looked in terror at the lighter he held in his hands. I had learned to fear them more than anything else.

His fingers sprinted over the switch and a flamed emerged, taunting me. He never said anything, just dropped it onto my vulnerable flesh. It scorched and seared my pale skin, making me scream in horror and agony. The lighter rolled off me and he stalked from the room. I uselessly whimpered as my flesh agonized me. I stood up to wash the taste of him out of my mouth as my permanent burn throbbed in pain.

(Nightmare/Memory Ending).

I woke up screaming with tears burning my eyes and the overwhelming urge to throw up. I shot up, entered the bathroom, and quickly locked the door behind me. I didn't want Alex to see me in such a state. I could already hear him pounding on the door in a frenzy, but he stopped once I started to throw up.

He sweetly, gently pleaded with me once I was finished,"Xander, please, open the door, sweetheart."

I really wanted to...I desperately wanted to trust Alex, but I was going to burst into tears any second. I could feel them building up. I needed to brush my teeth, but I didn't have a toothbrush with me. I saw a bottle of mouthwash on the sink and quickly rinsed my mouth with it, even though I hated mouthwash with a passion. It tasted so gross.