Undeniable Desire (An Austin Mahone Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2: Contest Entry

here's chappy two, I hope you like it :)

Chapter 2:

Contest Entry.

The bright morning sunlight blinded me as my eyes peeked open. I had waken up to severe shots of pain running through my body, mainly in my personal areas.

I looked down and realized I was still naked with my feet tied and taped down. I gently raised up and tried to undo the rope from around my left leg. Flashbacks from last night appeared in my mind when I moved my wrist; all the force of my body weight had landed on it. Fuck, its probably broken.

I struggled because the pain was extremely agonizing but successfully untied the rope.I started on the grey duct tape around my right ankle. It wasn't very hard to unwrap from my bedpost but it hurt like a bitch, tearing the hair from my skin.

I gripped my bedding and carefully stood up, making my way to my bathroom. I unlatched the cabinet and spotted some aspirin. Retrieving the bottle, I screwed it open and took out two white pills. I set them on my tongue and filled my hand with water from the sink. I sipped the liquid from my palm and swallowed the pills slowly.

I turned to my shower and twisted the knob inside so water began spewing out. When it was just the right temperature, I stepped in and relaxed under the hot steam.

As if cleansing away all my disgust and pain, I scrubbed my skin as hard as I could.

For a while I just stood there thinking, but it only made my depression worse.

I thoroughly washed and conditioned my hair and climbed out quickly, wiping down my body with a towel. I rubbed a different cloth on my head getting most of the water out then blow-dried my hair.

Walking into my room wearing just a blue towel, I open the top drawer in my dresser. I pulled out a pair of high-waist navy blue shorts that were decorated with metal studs and spikes. I grasped my second drawer and searched for something comfy to match. I picked out a spaghetti strap silver crop top and shut the compartment.

Barry doesnt work anymore, he quit his job as a sales agent after my mom... died. Therefore, the only cash he brings in is a monthly check from the government, which he spends on drugs, alcohol, and cheap whores.

Thank gosh for my mamaw Faith. A few years back she gave me my own credit card and enables me to buy and spend however much money I want, and she pays the bill! She lives in New York and can't be in my life much anymore so she thinks that makes up for it. It does actually because if it werent for that credit card I wouldnt have any fitting clothes, groceries, or personal stuff. I also have to pay all of the bills including water, electricity, and insurance for my truck. It feels like I'm using her because she thinks all the money I spend is by shopping and things of that sort. She doesn't know anything about Barry's drinking problem or that he abuses me because she relocated for her job after my mom passed.

After putting on my clothes, I slipped on a pair of red flats. They didn't quite match but I love the funky mix-matched look.

I grabbed my white purse and unplugged my iPhone from the charger, walking out of my bedroom door. I creeped in the hallway and passed the staircase, looking into Barry's room. He was passed out drunk so he wouldn't be waking up for a while.

I tiptoed down the stairs, making my way to the living room. My eyes ran over the mess of beer cans and vodka bottles.

I didn't look forward to cleaning it all up that evening.

I reached for the door knob and twisted it gently, searching the visible part of my house for Barry. I know he isn't even conscious to hear me but just incase I needed to be extremely quiet. If he randomly woke up right now, he'd beat me worse than usual.