My Kind of Perfect // raryn [COMPLETED]

4 - a sex slave. normal.

R Y A N

The clouds travelled at a slow pace like normal, the sun was shining through the trees, just like normal. People walking past me, doing their own thing, like normal. Everything seemed normal for the people surrounding me, but today is anything but normal.

As I walked up to my house, police cars were surrounding it. And I don't mean one or two, I mean up to seven police cars where outside my house along with a van with 'POLICE' written on it.

I had no idea if I should go up to my house, or wait here. So I decided on the safe option, wait outside under the tree between mine and the neighbours house.

After roughly an hour went by, my mom came out, with three police officers holding her hands behind her back, another five men came out with their hands full of packs of marijuana and cocaine.

I stood there in absolute shock. A large man came up to me. He wasn't scary, he seemed nice and kind.

"You must be Storm?" I flinched at the my birth name.

"It's Ryan, why is my mother being dragged from our house?" I asked him, seeing my mom now in the back of a police car, yelling at me telling me that I'm going to hell.

"We got a tip off someone around here that your mother was a drug dealer and an abusive mother." I stared at him. Why would someone do that? No one around here likes me.

"But where am I going to go?" I asked quietly as I looked at him. He smiled softly, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"You'll be going to your father," my eyes instantly became wide as I looked at him, shaking my head with tears building in my eyes.

"I want to stay with my mother, you can't arrest her for this!" I yelled and he tried to calm me down as he brought me to his car. I must of blacked out with anger, because the next thing I knew, I was outside my fathers house.

On the outside, the house looks normal. It looks like a home for a lovely family, it's well put together, but the only word I could describe it would be, normal. But inside, it might as well be painted in blood. So much terrible, horrible and unforgettable memories happened in there.

I gulped as I slowly walked up to the porch to see my father with a smirk on his smug face, as the police officer began to say stuff to him.

"Alright Stormy, lets go inside." My father said with a smile, to the officer, the smile was a normal smile a father would give his child, but that smile. I knew what it meant.

After the officer left, my father dragged me into the blood stained house. Wen he closed the door, all my hope of life, went out the door.

The second the click came from the door signalling that it was closed, my father dragged me to the room which held the worst memories I have ever experienced.

"Get in the bed, your client will be here soon," after his icy cold voice echoed through the room, the door slammed shut, leaving me in complete and utter fear of what will happen.

If you haven't noticed, when my father found out my mother was pregnant with a girl, he knew what my faith would me. A sex slave.

Ever since I was eight years old, I was locked in this room, the only time I would leave was to go to school, but I was always home on time as if I was even a second late, I would be forced to have multiple men rape me all day constantly, and those men would have rather kinky kinks. Some would even tie me up, leaving scars I still have to this day.

This room was anything from normal, the room was drenched in blood.

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In school, I was quieter than quiet. Every inch of me, aching in pain. For my 'punishment' for leaving my father, he got a man who literally left me bleeding. And for being a boy, for being myself, for the 'punishment' the man tied me up leaving my wrists raw red, and cuts on my ankles.

I was in so much pain, I could barely walk, but like when I was eight, I forced myself to try and be normal.

When I sat down in the library, as if I'm queue, Aryn Garrigan came in with a bright smile, greeting Ms.Autumn before joining me.

He began to talk and talk about everything he does every day, but unlike every other day, I didn't ask him questions. I didn't even look at him. Right now, my life is anything from normal, while Aryn is having a normal day with his normal life.

"Ryan, are you okay?" I looked up at Aryn, who looked concerned.

"I'm fine, why?" I asked and he examined me closer.

"You don't seem normal." Normal. How will I ever be normal again? How will anything in my life be normal?

"I'm completely normal," I faked a smile as I stood up and made my way out of the library with tears springing from my eyes and rolling rapidly down my cheeks which were now cherry red.

I didn't go to class, nor did I go back to the library. I left school, and went to the one place I could feel normal. But I remembered, it was taken away from me.

Walking down the streets, I seen couples holding hands and kissing. Normal.

I seen trees, clouds, lakes, stones. Normal.

Dogs, cats, squirrels. Normal.

Cars, motorcycles. Normal.

Houses which show love. Normal.

Families out for he day. Normal.

The road way. Normal.

Shops. Normal.

Kids running around. Normal.

Everything was normal. But me, I was far from normal. I was something even worse, something that I couldn't feel. Something that will become my new normal, while everyone will continue on with their lives.

A sex slave. Normal.

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