DepressedDave x DepressedReader: Stormy Days Starry Nights

Chapter 4- Dead Ends and Short Cuts

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Dave what are you doing?ಠ_ಠ

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Dave..stop dancing..
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Dear gog help us all (ಥ﹏ಥ)

            Warning:
Language, depression, sexual contact

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Your POV

Your eyes flutter open slowly. Bright white lights blind you as you squint up at the ceiling. You see that your in a hospital but you can't remember why. Your heart starts to race. What if its like last time??

*FLASHBACK TO 2 YRS AGO// SEXUAL ASSAULT WARNING*

You were walking home from the store. You had just bought some food for you to last about a week. It was dark and hot tonight, it being the middle of June. You also bought hella ice cream so you were trying to hurry back to your place. At this point of time, you were staying with your best friend (bff/n).

While walking back to her/his house, you felt unsteady. You stopped and looked at your surroundings. Nothing suspicious. You picked up the pace. You heard footsteps behind you. Very close behind you. You turned around to confront who ever was damn near breathing down your neck, only to see no one was there. Confused, you turn back around only to be forced into a near by ally. Your eyes widened. There was no escape, just a dead end .A tall guy with slicked back hair smirked. He smelled of alcohol and his breath was hot against your neck. You squirmed dropping your items, but making him tighten his grip on you. He held your arms up above your head as you continue struggling. He bit and kissed your neck making you moan softly.

"Let me GO!" you screamed, only to be smacked then thrown to the ground forcefully. You shake your head, stunned a bit. When you looked up he had you pinned to the ground. He used one hand to hold your hands above your head while he used the other to rip off your clothes. You screamed and cried for help, but every time you did so he'd slap you harder and harder. He managed to get all of your clothes off and pulled something from his pocket.
Tears rolled down your face as he began tying your hands together behind your back with the wires he had. He flipped you over to where you were on your knees. You begged and pleaded for the greaser to let you go but you shrieked out in pain feeling your entrance being ripped open.

The world seemed to slow down around you. Mentally it felt like it took years before he stopped, physically it was a few hours. He left with a smirk, seeing the hickeys, scratches and bruises he left all over your naked body. You laid there on the rocky ground, shivering from the cold and experience. Tears flowed from your red shot eyes but no sound of cry ever escaped your mouth. You heard his footsteps fade off as you let out a weak cry. Luckily there was an old man in the near by building who was taking out the trash. He saw your condition and rushed inside calling 911. He returned with a warm blacket as your eyes fluttered into the dark.