Trapped

Chapter 1

It's a Wednesday night and all I want to do is hang out with my friends, but I'm not able too.

Things in my life aren't like any other girls, at least that's what I think but I don't believe anyone has the troubles I face daily.

I have this boyfriend who is very aggressive. If you get on his bad side while he's in a bad mood you'll most likely end up going home with a bruise somewhere on your body.

I've never told anyone about the things he has done to me, but everyone's going to think that it's easy to get out of this but it's not.

I've been wanting to tell my friend Vanessa but I haven't had a chance especially when Brett is always here.

But tonight is different, because Brett is going out clubbing with his friends. He's usually gone for a few hours before he returns, wasted and almost ready to black out.

I made sure to grab my phone, and quickly text Vanessa to head over around eight, since he likes to go clubbing early at around seven-thirty.

Right when I delete the message, I lock my phone, and set it back on the table, I hear Brett walking through the door.

"Bitch, Get me a can of beer." He demands. I believe he's in a bad mood.

I got up off the couch, heading over to the kitchen, passing Brett on the way, and giving him what he thinks is approval of slapping my ass.

"Mm, mm. Can't wait to have that tonight."

I roll my eyes secretly while grabbing him a can of beer. I take it over to him hoping he doesn't hurt me at this second.

After giving him the beer he pulls my arm over to the couch for me to sit.

"You know I'm gunna be gone right?" I nod.

"I want you to be an angel, and do everything I ask at this moment. Ya hear?"

"Like what?"

"Don't back sass me bitch." He says slapping my face. "Ya know better. Don't be asking no silly questions. Now sit on this dick."

"Brett, I can't I'm on my period."

He starts laughing. "Does it look like I care?"

"I'm not doing this." I say getting up.

He slams the can on the coffee table. He roughly grabs my arm pulling me down to my knees.

"You know what to do."

I shake my head. "I'm not going to. You can't make me."

"Who says I have to make you? Ill just do it myself Cunt!" He throws me to the ground, unstrapping his belt to put it around my wrist. He ties it tight so I couldn't try to push him off.

"Get off me!" I cry.

"Shut up."

He takes off his pants and puts his hand on my neck choking me, while thrusting deep inside me.

He smacks my face a couple of times and then goes back to choking me.

What have I done to deserve this. I thought.

*2 hours later*

"Ry? You in there?" Vanessa calls knocking on the door, while coming in slowly.

I look to the door. We finally make eye contact. She sees me strapped up, with bruises all over my body.

"Oh my god! Ry!" She yells.

She runs over to me, loosening the belt around my wrist.

I cling onto her, while gasping for air to say something.

"I'm going to call 9-1-1" She says.

I shake my head and hit the phone to the ground.

"Please don't. He'll kill me."

She looks confused. "Who Ry?"

"B-Brett." I struggle to say.

She hugs me tightly. She helps me up off the floor and takes me over to the couch.

"This is what you wanted to talk to me about?"

I nod.

"Ry. You know I would've been there. I had a feeling and I always ask about the bruises but you tell me they're no big deal."

"I know. I was just scared. I didn't think anyone will get it."

"Of course I do. Ill always be here for you, don't forget that." She says continuing to hug me. "But we need to call the police. This is going to get worse, and i'm not letting that happen. So pack all your things. We'll call them at my house." I nod at the gesture and walked to my room.

I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but i know Vanessa wouldn't keep me in danger.

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Hey guys sorry that some of it is a little graphic. It will become a love story soon and it's like a thriller drama type thing.

Stay tuned.

xoxo