Runnin Thru The 7th - SuicideBoys

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TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains violence and sexual assault, so if you're sensitive to that I recommend skipping this chapter.  Edit: This chapter is  detailed and graphic, I don't want anyone to be triggered by it so please skip if  anything makes you uncomfortable. Ily <3

As I drive up to the house, my heart is beating faster than it ever has before. All of the lights are off so I'm hoping Jake got tired of waiting and went to bed. I get out of the car and walk up to the door, it's unlocked so I walk right in. I can't see anything but a dark figure standing right in front of me.

"Welcome home, bitch," Is all I hear before feeling a burning sensation on the left side of my face. "I told you, you we're going to get your ass beat when you got home! Maybe you should've gotten here faster instead of arguing," He says, before striking me a couple more times.

This is a feeling that I've been well too familiar with for a while now. All I want is to be on the bus with Emily and the guys, or anywhere else for that matter. I want to stand up but all I can do is look up at the man standing over me with a bloody fist. I can't tell if that blood is from his busted knuckles or my busted nose. 

"J-Jake, please stop, I'm so sorry, babe," I reluctantly say.

"Aw you want me to stop? Well too fucking bad, you knew this was going to happen!" He clenches his fist, making me flinch. "You always want to go off and do your own thing, but you never want to deal with the consequences. Well, tonight you're gonna learn to obey my wishes." 

He grabs me by the hair and drags me to the bedroom, once we get there he lets go and throws me onto the floor again. 

"Get on the bed, now!" He insists. 

I don't want to because I know what he wants, he's done this many times before. At this point, it's a common routine. I stand up and walk over to the bed and lay down. As soon as my body hits the bed, Jake rips my clothes off. All I can think about was how safe and free I was with Emily, Ruby, and Scrim. This causes me to fight back, something that I've always been too scared to do before.

"Jake, I don't want this! Stop right now!" I say, putting as much force I can into it.

I feel a slap across my face. "I don't give a shit what you want, Ashly. Maybe you should thought about what I wanted when you were running around being a fucking whore! You're my girlfriend, that means you're also my fuck toy, whether you want it now or not," 

His words sting as hard as the slap did, but I wont back down. Scrim was right, the truth was going to catch up to me, tonight it is. 

I push him off of me as hard as I can and he practically flies backwards. He stands up, more angry than I've ever seen him. I've never been so scared but I can not let him treat me like this anymore.

He laughs and looks down at me, "You are fucked now, Ashly!" 

He pulls the rest of my clothes off and grabs my face. He looks into puffy eyes as he forces himself into me, I tense up which causes the discomfort to grow dramatically. He knows I'm not enjoying this, he knows this is hurting me, and he knows I don't want this but, he keeps going because I hate, because it hurts me, and because I don't want it. Everything he ever does to me is to hurt me. Someone shouldn't be used to getting beaten and molested, but that's just my reality. My mind goes blank so I can try to escape from this moment as much as I can. I can feel him inside of me, but all I can do is stare at the wall and wait until it's over.

After about 5 minutes, I feel his fluids flow into me and down my thighs, he pulls himself out of me and leaves the room. I sit there for about an hour but I don't cry, I'm numb from the abuse I've taken, not just tonight but from the whole year I've been with him. 

When I can finally move, I get up and walk out to go to the bathroom. I notice that the lights are off and Jake is nowhere to be found. I hope he left for good, but I know he didn't. He'll be back to apologize and then repeat the cycle. 

I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Once I get in, I see blood running down my legs but I've seen it many times before. I wash all of the cuts on my face and get out. After I put my clothes back on, I go to my room and lock the door. I get out my phone to go on twitter, I see that Ruby direct messaged me, he must've gotten my @ from Emily. 

suicideLEOPARD: Hey, I just wanted to check on you and make sure you got home safely. You never messaged me, so I got a lil worried.

Me: I'm all good, just tired. I'll talk to you tomorrow :)

I turn off my phone off and go to sleep, hoping I'll wake up and this will all be over.

Omg that escalated extremely quickly, I'm sorry. That was a lil graphic and kind of hard to write but I hope you enjoyed this chapter, the next one will hopefully be more lighthearted