Dirty
Loreen struggles with life, like most teenagers. But unlike a lot of other teenagers, her father is abusive, sexually and physically. It really gets to Loreen but it isn't like she can do anything about it, she has no other family except for...
"I have had dreams like this before too," he says.
"Really?" I ask, shocked.
"Yeah. They weren't as bad," he says. It looks like he doesn't want to talk about it and I understand.
"It's okay, E. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I am a terrible, selfish person for being mad at you for not telling me. I should have seen your pain and understood. I saw your pain, I just wanted to help you. I am so soo soooooo sorry, Ethan. I love you," I say to him.
" I love you, too. I missed you so much," he says. He takes his hand away from my face and sets it on my leg. My leg sears with pain as my sweats rub against the cuts on my leg. The pain brings me back to what I did. It was so stupid but I can't tell either of them about it.
It makes me feel even more stupid when I realize that the reason I cut was because I thought Ethan didn't love me and I didn't know how to deal with it. In reality, he still loved me he just didn't know how to talk to me about what was going on.
The pain on my leg brings tears to my eyes and I make a sound of pain. Ethan gives me a weird look and I try to make up for it by giving him a small smile. He rubs his hand up and down my leg trying to comfort me but it just brings me pain.
I stand up quickly. Ethan's hand falls on the couch as he gives me a weird look. "What's wrong?" he asks me.
"Nothing. I just--I just wanna be alone for a little while," I say.
"But I thought we were fine?" he asks, clearly upset and frustrated.
"We are. I just wanna be alone, Ethan. Just for a little bit," I say. I don't let him say anything else as I run up the stairs and go into my room, closing and locking the door behind me. I flop on my bed and cry into my pillow.
Ethan's P.O.V.
Something is going on with Loreen. She has been fine and then I try to touch her and she moves away from me. She looks like she is in pain. Her legs wouldn't hurt that much after me screwing her that hard. She is in pain and I have a feeling she isn't going to talk to me or Grayson about this. I think it is serious.
I looked over at Grayson and he looks confused, just like me.
"What was that all about?" he asks.
"I have no clue. She has been acting weird. She did the same thing earlier today. She flinches away almost like she is in pain. She only flinches away when I get to her lower parts. Its only her legs actually. I have no idea," I say.
"It sounded like she was in pain," Grayson says.
"I know. That's the weird thing," I say.
"Where are you going?" he asks me, as I get up.
"I am going to go check on her," I say.
"Okay . . . " he says drawing out the word.
I head out of the front room and up the stairs to her room. I stand outside of her bedroom, ready to knock when I hear her muffled sobbing. I don't bother knocking as I try to open the door. I don't get far because the door is locked. I start to pound on the door.
"Loreen? Loreen?! Open the door. Talk to me. I'm here. Please, open the door," I say. I don't hear the sobbing anymore but I hear movement. I stop pounding on the door. I can hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Grayson walks up the stairs and I shake my head. I mouth 'I'm fine' to him and he mouths 'You sure?'. I nod my head and he makes his way back down the stairs.
After about a minute of waiting, Loreen's door opens. You can faintly tell that she has been crying but she tries to pull off a smile. Fake. I walk into her bedroom. I am going to trust my instincts on this one. I hope my instincts are wrong but I have no clue what to expect.
I sit on the edge of her bed and she walks over to me. She lays on her bed and I lay nest to her. We cuddle together and she doesn't resist anymore and I don't touch her below the waist. She soon falls asleep against my shoulder laying down next to me.
I look at her sleeping body and take my other hand that isn't on her and lay it on her leg. She makes a pained sound and she doesn't wake up. I slowly lift her sweat pants and feel her exposed leg. What I feel makes my eyes water and my chest feel heavy.
There are scabs on her legs. Lines of scabs. From what I can tell, there are a lot and some overlap. I take my hand out of her pants and lay it on her sweats over her cuts.
"What the hell, Loreen!" I yell and she jerks awake.
What do you guys think?
Sorry for not updating forever.
VOTE AND COMMENT !!!!!
Here is the EOCP
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
