Tough Love (BMTH&BVB FanFiction)

Chapter nineteen: The great escape

As I came back to light the thunddering pain in my head overwhelmed me, I had high standards for what I classed as exruciating pain and this was some what close to it. My neck and back were stiff, it was hard enough for me to move with all of the fresh injuries so that didn't make much impact on how crap I felt. I rubbed my eyes and opened them to find a dark figure standing over me. I focused my eyes and the image was extremley unsettling. The demon I saw standing before me, it was Jona.

I franically got up and hobbled over to the door as fast as I could. It was locked. I banged my fists hard on the thick wooden door with the faintest hope that my brother would see sense, but I had no such luck. That was it. Jona had me where he wanted me and I had no way to get out of it and no one to save me. My heart raced in fear and my stomach churned as he edged closer towards me with the same devilish grin he had given me several times before. I backed away until I was pressed inbetween Jona and the wall behind me.

"Try not to cry too much." He smirked as he slid his hand up my shirt. I turned my head as silent tears rolled down my pale cheeks. I felt his tongue lick the tears of my cheek as he continued to let his hand wander across my chest. I shivered but kept still. I was stunned, frozen on the spot, I just couldn't move.

"Please..." I whispered as he unzipped his trousers. He ignored my plee and began to kiss and bite my neck lightly. I pushed back harder against the wall which only made Jona push closer towards me. The feelingg of his body being so close to mine made me sick but there was nothing I could do to help it. I was too weak to fight him off, I had no where to run if I did get him off me and I would just be prolonging one of the most painful things in my life. I would just have to deal with it, just like I had to do when my Dad would beat me day after day. I was getting better at that, but this was a different type of pain. My Dad's abusive nature towards me caused me a lot of physical pain and some emotional pain that I was able to fight off, this was the kind of pain that would destroy me emotionally.

I felt disgusting, ashamed, I felt just like a whore. This was it, this was the painful truth. I cried silent tears as Jona began to undress me.

~Time Lapse: A day~

I lay there on the solid concrete ground, staring up at the ceiling with no emotion in my eyes. My face was blank. I didn't know what to think. It wasn't my fault that Jona did that, or maybe it was? If I had stayed at home and tried a little harder to patch things up with the guys I would be fine. I would probably be curled up on the couch with Andy watching TV but instead I was in the basement of a man I loathed with a new kind of self hate and disgust for my own body.

The three arseholes I sort of lived with were upstairs, I had no doubt that my Dad would be downstairs to give me a pounding sooner or later. I wasn't sure if I wanted it done and over with or if I wanted him to leave it for a while as I was still traumatised by what Jona had done.

I thought back to when I was about eight years old and Jona would sit and watch cartoons with me in the holidays, he would hold me very close to him but I was too young to realise that it wasn't right. I could have realised though, after all he acted like that everytime I saw him. I guess I chose to ignore it for Oli's sake but look where that got me.

I heard the lock to the door open and I quickly shuffled into a corner and held my knees close to my chest. It was Oli, he was alone. A sigh of relief over came me as I realised it wasn't my drunken Dad. He closed the door behind him and kneeled down beside me.

"I'm so sorry, I thought you were lying about Jona."

"But now it's too late. He got what he wanted," I snapped. Oli froze before staring down at the floor awkwardly.

My eyes widened as I realised Oli hadn't locked the door. This was it, it was now or never.

"It's okay though, I forgive you." I fake smiled the best I could and opened my arms for a hug. As I wrapped my arms around Oli's shoulders I quickly grabbed his hair. I pulled back his head and smashed it against the wall, knocking him clean out. Without hesitation I jumped up, ignoring the pain all over my body, and sprinted as fast as I could towards the door. I could taste the freedom, although I really wanted the taste of death. I stumbled up the stairs and to the hallway where I managed to grab some money.

I carried on down the hall and out the front door a burst. I was hit with a fresh, cold breeze. I used to love that feeling, but at this point I was imune to everything around me. I glanced around to see that my Dad's car was gone, he had probably gone out with Jona to a bar of some sort. I wandered aimlessly down the pathway. I had no where to go, but at this point, I didn't care. There was one place I knew I would be going soon for sure and that would be hell.