The Killer From The Past

Chapter Three

A/N: this chaper is where she tells how she getd the scars from her boyfriend, it contains scences or abuse and rape, if you're sensitive to that kind of stuff, please skip over this chapeted, but you'll also miss out on a lot.

It all happened when we started dating two and a half years ago..
Everything started out fine, we were just a normal couple, ya know? Then, all of his friends started saying that he wasn't man enough because we hadn't had sex... That's when he asked the first time.. When I told him no, he seemed to understand, but then he started asking more and more...
It had gotten so bad, that I threatened to leave him, that's when it happened...

I was over at his house one night, studying for a big test the next day when he asked out of the blue.
I told him that I wasn't ready for that yet and he said that he was tired of me saying no. He slapped me and pushed me onto the floor. I told him to stop and tried to fight him, but he pinned me down with all his strength which didn't come close to mine.

I kept fighting and his rage was making him stronger and stronger. He held onto my wrist so tight that he left bruises for the next three days.. He soon got very irritated with the fact that I was fighting, so he got up a bit and I took it as my opportunity to run. I made it half way to his door before he had hit me over the head with his baseball bat, and I fought unconsciousness as he dragged me to the bed and tied me down using bungi cords.

I woke uo to him on top of me, and warm feeling coming from the back of my head, I knew I was bleeding, even without touching it. I knew that Jason was raping me because he was on top of me while he was moving in and out of me. I wanted it to stop so I tried screaming but his hands came up to my mouth and said that if I made a sound, he would beat me.

It felt like forever, but he finally stopped, and when he did, he didn't untie me. He just stared at my naked body and I squirmed under his gaze. He silently got up and walked out of his room and I fought as hard as I could to get out of the cords. I managed to get one arm untied which lead to me untying the other one and my feet. I got up and ran, without even stopping to get my clothes. He must have heard me because he was in the hallway as I was running down his stairs, towards the door. He came up behind me as I was fumbling with the lock on the front door. He whiped me with whatever he had in his hands. The pain was unbearable, I fell to my knees and shook as it happened a few more times. I tried to scream but it came out as a pained yelp. I remember count the lashes until I passed out, there was twenty hits when I passed out, but only God knows how many more there were after I was unconscious...