Our Little Roller Coaster

Maybe?

**I cried when I heard this song it made me think about my own past and I saw how it went with the story....
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Anyways....
ABUSE WARNING
IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED IN ANYWAY. PLEASE DONT READ.

Although I'm a pretty shitty writer... So it may not be as triggering.. But still. Keep in mind it should be grafic.

I MADE IT TO 59 READS! it's not big.. But it made me happy.

And I also hope you guys liked the last chapter... ***

[ A L E X ]

On the drive to my house all I can think about is I Kissed Him. I can't help but smile. I stare out the window and watch all of the cars and buildings pass by. He is acting really giddy, bouncing and drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel. The music isn't even on. He looks at me occasionally and smiles. "I told you. " he says while smirking. I Push my eyebrows together and ask "about what?". He just smiles and turns the corner to my street. "You are beautiful. " I roll my eyes and laugh a little.

I frown when I realize that I'm home and he looks at me as he puts the car in park. "Don't be sad. I know you're begging to stay with this God" he says as he runs his hands down his body. I laugh at him as he winks at me. He laughs along with me and pouts when I open the car door. "No goodbye? " he whimpers. I shrug and say "I was never good with goodbyes... ". He just kinda laughs. He reaches over and whispers in my ear, "See you tomorrow." I smile and push him playfully. "You're so dumb," I say laughing. I get out and shut the door. He rolls down the window saying...demanding "Text me as soon as you wake up!" I nod and smile. He waves and drives off. I laugh when he looks back and sticks his hand out of the window, giving me the bird.

When he turns the corner, I realize that I left my bag in his trunk. "Fuck!" my sketchbook was in there. "UGH!!!" I sigh. I notice a curtain inside move. I look at the driveway. Oh-NO. Mom isn't home and it's almost 9. I start to panic. I'm in deep shit. I hold my chin up and walk to the door. Then i throw my phone in the grass by the house, hoping somebody doesn't see it.

As soon as I open the door, my wrists are strangled by his big strong hands. I flinch when my step dad slams the door, using me. I am flung forward after i hit my head against the door to my freedom. I fall onto my hands and knees and he kicks my stomach, flinging me on my back.

I try to get up, but I am stopped by him grabbing my throat. "WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?!" he spits in my face. I try not to cry, and show him he won. Instead I just lay there and take it. I repeat the words "Mom Will Be Home Soon" in my head. He frowns and throws me down, kicking me several more times, knocking the wind out of me. I gasp for tiny breaths to try to help my lungs, but i end up choking.

He smiles at my coughing fit and he grabs a glass beer bottle. I mentally scream, but i can't actually say anything. I freeze. He hits the bottom of it hard against a wall, breaking it into little pieces. He holds the top of the glass bottle and he walks over to me, frowning. "Why do you make me do this to you?" he rubs my cheek with his empty hand and continues talking. "You're so pretty. Why do you make me ruin you?" he then raises his voice since I don't answer. "Why does Daddy have to break you of your disobedience?!" He then rips my shirt off, pressing the sharp, cold, broken bottle against my skin lightly. "YOU DISGUSTING BITCH. WHY WERE YOU EVEN BORN? ALL YOU DO IS STAY UP IN YOUR ROOM AND HIDE. " he chuckles and creepily says, "I have you now, you slut," and jabs the bottle into my flesh, making me bleed.

I try to scream but he sticks his first two fingers in my mouth roughly, causing, yet another, coughing fit. He smiles, now that he won, since i was crying. He picks me up, bridal style and walks me up the stairs to the bathroom. Now half-conscious , I feel my clothes getting taken off one by one. He starts to run the bath water as he plays around with my chest area. I try to push him, but I'm too weak for him. He leans down and starts to lick my neck and breast. I push his head down, trying to get him away, but he gets the wrong intention. He starts to kiss his way down to my...special area. Before he does anything more, I pass out.

***

I wake up the next morning sore as fuck. It takes me a minute to get out of bed. I find myself fully clothed in a black satin night outfit. I practically tear it off of me because I don't want anything to do with HIM. I go to the bathroom, naked, to check out my weak body. I have several new bruises on my torso, and legs. i sigh as i look at the bandage on my stomach and I scrunch my face up when I see a hickey right below my left boob. I mentally kick myself. Why do I let this happen to me? I know my mom is happy with him, but...what if i don't make it? What if he takes it too far and kills me?

I shake the thought out of my head and leave to go to my room and get dressed. I simply grab a Large black t-shirt and some grey leggings, along with a bra and underwear. I put it all on and quickly brush my hair, remembering my phone is outside and Christian wanted me to text him. I put on my black flip-flops and head downstairs. Mom greets me in the kitchen, since I wanted coffee to help energize me for the day. "Hey hunny. How was your night?" she beams, unaware of the previous incident with Greg...The asshole. He must have cleaned up everything before she got home. I painfully fake a smile and say "fine. I'm going to go for a walk. Text me for dinner?" She smiles and nods. I grab some coffee and she waves me goodbye.

I leave the house and Painfully suck in a breath of fresh air. I stand there glaring, because the sun is bright. I smile when I hear my phone buzz against the house. I cringe as I bend over, picking it up.

Christian: morning beautiful.

Christian: oh you might not be up... Sorry.

Christian: well... I guess I have to eat IHops by myself.

I laugh at his goofy way of getting me up. I text him back

Me: I'm heading to the park...

I start walking, slowly because it hurts. I bet I look like a zombie. My phone buzzes in my hands and I open the screen.

Christian: I'll pick you up. We're going somewhere today.

I smile questionably and I put my phone in my back pocket. The walk, now being easier somehow.
***

I sit under the kid slide with my knees up to my chest and arms wrapped around them. I hear footsteps coming towards me. I lay my head on top of my knees and look over. All I can see is sweatpants and sneakers. The person comes closer and bends down.
"Hey Alex! " Christian says excitedly. I smile and try to hide the wince. I get up and he flings his arms out. I flinch and he laughs. "What was that for?" I shrug and he hugs me. I wince and tense up when he presses into a couple bruises. He steps back and asks with care "are you okay?  Did I hurt you? " his eyes widen and I shake my head.  "Im fine. I just tripped and fell down the stairs. " it's not a complete lie... He nods and hugs me softly with one arm, leading me to the swings. "Do you want to just stay here and swing? " I shrug and say, "Why not? " He looks at me and laughs at my bland statement. I laugh along with him, the mental pain just lifting away. Me forgeting the physical pain. Just for a while. We just swing together in peace.

I feel like I found my safety.  He smiles at me and I watch his eyes. They shine bright blue and they dance with his laugh. His sweet laugh. I smile, completely lost in his eyes, and my mind goes blank.

*A. N.
I have a love hate relationship with this chapter... Remember to comment if you have any problems... (Sorry)

2-7-17**