sworn to silence → lashton ✓

prologue

Luke's POV

I was walking down the corridors in the school, just trying to get to my next class, when I was pulled into the toilets. There was only one person it could be and that was Ryan.

He'd had been my abuser for some time now, he used me for his personal needs whenever he felt like and if I tried to refuse, he'd just hit me and make it as uncomfortable as possible until I complied. I couldn't tell anyone about this either, not matter how much I hated it and how much I hated myself for allowing this to happen in the first place, I couldn't tell anyone. He had threatened to kill me if I mentioned what he was doing to anyone, and with his severe physical and emotion abuse, I didn't want to risk not believing him.

Ryan had me pushed up against the wall, a tight grip on one of my wrists, "You didn't show up this morning, where were you?" He asked before placing his lips on my neck, sucking at the skin and trying to leave marks.

My breath was shaky, "I-I'm sorry, I got up late and couldn't make it to your house before school." I explained to him, nervous of his response.

"Hm," He hummed, "I believe you, but don't do it again otherwise you'll just have to be punished." Ryan laughed before moving away from my neck completely, showing me his smirk.

Nodding my head, I just agreed with him to avoid getting him angry because it's not like it took much to set him off, he had quite the temper and he took his frustrations out on me during sex a lot of the time. 

Ryan continued to smirk as he pushed into one of the toilet cubicles and locked the door, his lips moved back onto my neck and I could feel the disgust filling me. No matter how many times he did this, it never stopped the sickness I felt from it and it never stopped me from wanting to throw up at the sensation of his lips anywhere near my skin. 

When he was satisified with the mark he left on my neck, he pressed a rough kiss to my lips before pulling away, "Get on your knees." He ordered and I knew better than to resist. I got down on my knees, my face eye-level with his crotch, and waited for him to pull his pants down because I obviously knew what he wanted me to do. 

This was a regular thing for me, it didn't shock me and it didn't mean I was okay with it, but I was stuck with it. What was I supposed to do? I was terrified of what he could do if I said anything and that's why I almost begged someone, my friends, to notice how broken I was. I needed someone to help me because I didn't know how to stop this on my own. It felt like I was worthless, Ryan makes me feel worthless, like I didn't deserve to be anything but a slut just for him. He was a big reason for my depression, I suppose it was trauma induced, and I didn't know how much more of everything I could take and it frustrated me that no one noticed, and it felt like no one cared. Not even my friends, not even Ashton.

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A/N: Very short, I know, I'm sorry. I guess I just tried explaining things and I promise if you guys wanna keep reading then the next chapters will be longer and more interesting, I hope anyway. And just for clarification, they're in high school but the 6th form element so they're older than 16, I felt like that worked better with the plot than making them go to college.

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