Hidden Secrets - A Beau Brooks Fanfic

Chapter Nine

*WARNING, this first part is very graphic. If you don't like graphic scenes, please don't read:)

P.S. I don't normally think like this and I cringed a lot whilst writing this chapter so enjoy:D*

The car stops outside the house and Ian gets out. When he notices I haven't gotten out myself, he walks round and yanks me out the car, his fingers gripped tightly around my wrist. I don't even bother to struggle.

"There's something you need to say to me Dahlia" he whispers, unlocking the front door and pushing me inside. My mouth stays shut and I try to avoid eye contact with him. He sniffs then pushes me back against the wall, pinning my arms above my head. I still don't bother to escape.

I feel him place kisses up my neck, nibbling on my ear lobe then roughly attacking my lips. His tongue is forceful against my mouth and I have no choice but to open and let him kiss me.

"Lets go and get comfy" he says, breaking away and lifting me up to walk up the stairs. I watch as he passes my bedroom and goes into his and mums. I had never been in there before. The door was always locked, mainly because they didn't trust me.

He places me down gently on the bed, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. Right now no one would believe this man was the sole reason of my hell life. But he was, and I hated him for it.

Slowly he crawls onto the bed himself, hovering over me causing my pulse to quicken. He then goes back to kissing me. My hands reach for his chest, trying to push him off but I'm to weak. I then proceed to scream out but the small noise that comes from my throat just seems to motivate him more.

He pulls off my sweatpants till they are round my ankles then takes off my shirt, the cold hair making me shiver. Gently he kisses my hip bone then moves down to my thigh. My breath catches in my throat as his hand slips inside my pants. A sick feeling starts building up in the pit of my stomach as his hand moves faster. My conscience is screaming. Stop! Push him off Dahlia! Run! I still lie there all the same, enduring the pain, the pleasure, the ludicrous amounts of guilt.

My mind goes back to Beau. It recently it had always been going back to him when I was with Ian.

Sometimes I wonder what if my mum and dad hadn't split. If I was a normal child, would I still be doing this right now? Maybe I would have some friends. Maybe a boyfriend. Even my virginity.....

My back arches in response to Ian as his fingers slip inside me and he continues kissing the very top of my thigh. His fingers are cold as ice and I shiver again.

He looks up from in between my legs and gives me a grin.

"Tell me you love me Dahlia" he moans and I cringe. I didn't wouldnt say. I couldnt. It was sickening, just the thought.

"Say it Dahlia, say I you love-"

"No" I say, gritting my teeth and wiggling around trying to get out of his grip, the main part of his chest pinning me down. His eyes darken and his spare hands lifts up and strikes me across the face. 

"......."

"Say it Dahlia!" he yells, his fingers still inside me and my eyes start to water.

"I. Love.......You." I spit, pulling his hand away from my face.

"Good girl" he exhales and places a kiss on my forehead then gets off me to take his own trousers and boxers off.

I take in a deep breath, preparing myself for the next five minutes of torture as Ian flips me over onto my front and pulls up my hips. He then slowly begins to thrust into me, small moans escaping from his mouth. I grip the sheets in front of me pulling through every thrust. His hands are running all over my body, under my bra, through my hair, over my lips. I shut my eyes, trying to imagine I'm somewhere different. I bite my lip hard in order to stop myself from crying out in agony and in the back of my mind, the voice is still screaming.

"Oh Dahlia" Ian moans, moving his hands down and he starts rubbing me again.

"Dahlia" he moans again, this time louder, obviously he was reaching his climax.

"I love you Dahlia, it was never your mother, always you, she's a whore, but you, your-"

"Get of me, please, just stop!" I cry, trying to twist around to face him and succeed in doing so. His face is red and sweaty and excitement is full in his eyes. I put my hands onto his chest and with all the strength I had left, I push him off me, making him fall onto the ground. He reaches forward to grab my leg as I run out the room but he misses pitifully and I jump over his hand.

"Dahlia! Come back here now!" he yells but I cut him off by slamming and locking my bedroom door, my heart hammering against my chest. As I quickly pull on some more clothes I hear him banging on the, door demanding me to open it but I ignore him. He was a bastard, and every second I spent in this god forsaken house made me loath him even more. I needed to get out of here and fast. I grab my phone off my desk and open up the window, chucking my bedding down to cushion my fall. I look back at the door just in time to day Ian storm though it, then I jump.

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"DAHLIA! DAHLIA!"

Ian hadn't bothered to run downstairs to chase me, instead just jumped out the window as well. I didn't know how far behind me he was, but I didn't want to look back just incase he was to near.

We had run out of the neighborhood and were now amongst the city. It was late and all the lights of the shops were on. Taxis drove past, horns going off in all directions.

"DAHLIA!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE IAN!" I bellow back at him.

My breathing increases and my chest gets tighter.

Mum always used to say she would take me to the doctors about that, but she never got round to it. There were lots of things my mum never got round to doing. We never went to a concert together. We never had the chance to give each other a make-over. We never went shopping together. We never even spent a night in watching a movie and stuff our faces with rubbish.

"DAHLIA, JUST STOP NOW!"

Ian grabs my wrist pulling me around to face him. I noticed that he had literally thrown on the first thing he had seen though Ian didn't really care much about what he wore anyway.

"YOU SAID SHE WAS A WHORE!"

"Yes and sometimes we say things we don't mean!"

"SHUT UP! YOU OBVIOUSLY MEANT IT! THE WAY YOU SAID IT AND EVERYTHING-!"

"Dont be stupid Dahlia, c'mon, lets go back home" he says calmly and tries to take my hand but I shrug him off

"Dont you fucking touch me! I'm not going anywhere with you! Especially when you bullshit so much! 'I love you Dahlia' No you don't! Your a sick minded guy who needs help! I hate you! I hate the way you treat me! I hate the way you talk to me! I hate the way you have been so vile, even the woman who you are supposed to love is scared of you! Open you eyes Ian! Your a monster!" I scream at him, grabbing my hair and and giving its yank. His reaction is quick as his hand swings around and slaps me hard across my face. I whimper in pain but I don't cry.

"Go kill yourself you ungrateful slut! I provide you with food, water, a home, love and this us how you fucking repay me?! You could disappear for months and no one would care! Your a piece of worthless shit!"

His cruel words sting me like a knife in the back. Was that really all I was? A worthless nothing?

"Fuck you, Ian. Fuck you" I mutter then turn around and run into the bar behind us leaving Ian stood there alone in the street.