A/N: Let me tell how trash I am. -oneinamillion- requested this imagine back in April and I just got the inspiration to write it. I don't think she even remembers requesting it but I hope you enjoy this!
The darkness of the room accompanied the young girl as she stared off into the abyss that was her room. The floors creaked and the trees outside tapped on the window outside the room. The rhythmic sound of tapping put her to sleep most nights but this night in particular left her awake and in a daze. Her mind wondered off into unknown space, constantly thinking about things she didn't know the answer to. Why didn't they want me? Or Why am I here? Seem to be in constant rotation. Her thought process stopped when she heard the sounds of the door knob turning. She quickly buried her body underneath the covers, hiding her face and her trembling stature from the intruder. She wanted desperately to fall asleep but her adrenaline was pumping and her eyes wouldn't shut. Her mind knew what was going to happen next but it was almost as if she needed to see it in order for the event that was going to take place seem real. The covers slowly peeled back, revealing her tattered clothes and her bruise indicated that this has happened more than once. She bunched herself up in a fetal position hoping that the man would see her as that; a innocent baby. Sadly they didn't.
His rough legs were a contrast from the girl's smooth ones. His hands started right below the knee and slowly caressed to her thigh. Her breath hitched. Her body paralyzed in position. If she stayed still then maybe it would go quicker but it didn't. Her eyes looked up at the ceiling trying desperately to find something to keep her mind off of the actions that were going down. Her mind blocked out the words he was saying. The mere sound of him speaking to her in that way made her want to bolt put she laid there and took it.
The torture had subsided and he just carried on like he wasn't a thief. Like he didn't steal the little piece of dignity she had left. Like he didn't leave her starving to have it back. He carried on because he didn't have to care. There was no reason for him to.
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The sun didn't need to wake her up. The events of last night became her alarm clock and constant reminder of why she needed to go to sleep and never wake up.
The banging of the door caused her body to jerk up. She screamed in agony at the pain she felt in her joints. Her foot slowly met the carpeted floor but before she could get her other foot to connect, her head fell against the floor. Somebody quickly pushed through door; cradling her head in their trembling hands. She groaned at the amount of ache she felt. The boy's arms wrapped around her body. He tried to console her but all she could do was dampened the material of his shirt. When he looked at her he could tell how tired she was from her sunken eyes.
As if other people were listening, he whispered to her, "Are you okay?"
The words stuck to her and she felt herself flashback to every moment it happen. She wasn't okay and has never been okay but she wouldn't bring herself to ever let those words slip from her lips. She lied to him to get him off her back but the way her demeanor changed let him know the real answer.
He helped her walk down the stairs. She winced in pain at every step but silenced herself once her eyes met those from last night. She pushed the boy off of her and quickly ran to her seat keeping her head down. Keith still felt her presence as he looked at her staring aimlessly at the wall. He wanted to say something but he kept his mouth shut and took the seat next to her. She flinched when he grabbed her hand. The fire in her heart caused her to looked down at their locked hands. The man looked at the two 16 year olds and frowned. In his sick mind he owned the girl and no one was going to have her.
He leaned over to his wife who had her back turned while she made grits. He whispered in her ear the dirty deeds that happened last night in hopes that it would make her temperature rise and it sure did. Her hand clenched around the steaming pot as she tossed the hot grits onto the girl.
The girl's screams could crack windows. Her body fell against the floor as she felt the grits decorate her skin with bubbles. Keith quickly rushed to her side but was violently pushed aside. A fist connected with his face and if the room was quiet you could hear the sound of bones cracking. The man looked Keith in the eyes and had fire in them.
"You whore! I give you my home and you sleep with my husband? GET OUT!" The woman screamed in Y/N's face. Y/N scrambled to get up and flee outside into the snowy morning. She hugged herself trying to warm herself but she was outside with just a t- shirt and pajama pants. She ran not being able to see from the tears that blurred her vision. Hands wrapped around her waist halting her movement. She kicked and screamed. She just wanted to be left alone but they only held on tighter.
"Y/N, stop it's me, Keith. Stop. I'm here," Her movement stopped and she left out a shaky breathe. He slowly let her down. She turned around scared to show her burned face. She winced when he caressed her cheek. He stared at her deeply trying to read her eyes but they were empty.
"I'm sorry," He whispered. What else could he say when the damage had been done?
Part 2? Maybe?
