EDITED BY trymenow
**WARNING! IT HAS BIT OF A SEXUAL CONTENT AND IT’S ALSO TRIGGERING FOR THOSE WHO SELF-HARM**
**2 NIGHTS LATER**
Sam’s POV
“No, please. Don’t do this. Please.” I say with tears falling down my face like a full on river. I close my eyes and feel his hands all over my body, his mouth on my right breast. I feel his left hand go down until he touches my clit and starts rubbing me. I gasp and whimper, but not from pleasure, far from it. He pushes two fingers inside me and starts pumping them in and out. “Stop, please, I’m begging you. If you want money, I’ll give it to you.”
His hands smack the side of my face. “Shut up, bitch.” He takes both my hands and holds them over my head so hard, I whimper again. He ties my hands and next thing I know, he’s thrusting himself inside me.
I sit up in bed screaming, pushing whoever is holding me down.
“Sam, it’s me.” I stop screaming and start crying. Kyle hugs me and starts stroking my back. “It’s okay, baby girl. It was just a dream, just a dream. Calm down.”
I shake my head because I know it wasn’t a dream. I haven’t had this nightmare since Tyler came in my life. I used to have it every single night.
I push Kyle off gently. “I’m okay. I’ll be fine. Thanks for coming.” I try to smile to convince him that I am okay.
He looks at me intently before nodding and kissing my head. “If you need me, I’m in my room.”
As soon as he closes my bedroom door behind him, I run over to my back pack on the floor and open it looking for my blades. I grab one of them and start slicing my wrist, whilst crying. I let myself breath and try to calm down. I keep cutting until I feel numb to this pain that I’m feeling inside. I throw the bloody blade aside and lie down on my back on the floor. I look at my left wrist and I see the blood oozing out like it’s a hose of water at its full pressure.
After a couple of minutes of lying down, I head over to the bathroom and clean the cuts. When I finish, I go to my room and put on a long sleeved shirt and let darkness take over.
***
I wake up in the morning and feel my wrist sting and all the events from last night come rushing through my head. I try to ignore them but I can’t. I try ignoring the nightmare; it’s impossible, seeming as I had to live through that. I sigh and decide to not go to school today and stay home. I go downstairs to get something to eat. I make some toasts and coffee. I pour the milk and then the coffee in the mug and turn around to go upstairs when I see someone standing there. I automatically know who he is. The coffee mug slips from my fingers and ends with a crash on the floor. I’m about to fall on the floor when he holds me.
“Hi, sexy. Long time no see.” He smirks and I flinch and step away from him, bumping into Kyle. I feel myself shaking from terror.
“Hey, baby girl, what’s wrong?” Kyle hugs me and looks at the guy. “Zack, you remember Samantha, right?” Just hearing his name makes me flinch.
Before he can answer, Kyle looks at me. “Is something wrong, Sammy?”
I shake my head and run up the stairs to my room as fast as I can and close the door behind me. I slide down the door and sit on the floor. Silent tears make their way down my face. Why is this happening? Why did he have to come into my life again? Why now? He hasn’t been in this house since…that night. I crawl to my bedside night table and grab my phone to call Kate.
“Hey, hoe. What’s up?” she answers.
“He’s back. Kate, he’s back.” I whisper and she hangs up. Kate is the only one that knows what happened that night. I wait for Kate in my bed all curled up. A couple minutes later, I hear footsteps and next thing I know, Kate is at my door. She comes in and hugs me tight. I start crying loudly on her shoulder.
“Kate, what’s going on?” I look up to see Tyler. Wait, Tyler? I look at Kate and she just shrugs and sits on the other side of my bed.
Tyler comes in and sits in front of me and wipes away my tears. “What’s wrong, baby? Why are you crying?”
Kate says, “Sam, you need to tell him before its too late.”
“What does she mean, too late? What’s she talking about? Samantha, what’s going on?” He had to use my full name. He only calls me Samantha when he’s serious or mad. Right now, he looks like a bit of both.
“Kate, I don’t think I should.”
“Samantha, tell me right now what the hell is going on.”
This is not how I wanted to tell him, if I ever was going to. I’m going to kill Kate for this.
I look Tyler in the eye. “I was raped.”
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