Candlelight

Happy Girl

Darling

Arizona, 7:45 am

"What do we have here?" his voice ringing in my ears. "Such a shame, you were such a happy girl, what happened?" "You." i responded, on the verge of tears. "Me? Now Sweetheart, we both know you wanted this too and if you continue your bitchy attitude I might make this more painful then I planned." "No." I whimpered as the the light from the candles were starting to fade and darkness began to surround me. "No..."

~~~~END OF DAYDREAM/FLASHBACK~~~~

My daydream was soon interrupted by arms being wrapped around my waist by my current boyfriend, Sam. "Hey babe" he spoke softly in my ear. "Hi" I said in a whisper. "What are you thinking about? you seem a bit dazed, you OK?" he asked. "Im fine and i wasn't thinking about anything." I said, hoping he wouldn't know that i was lying. "Oh." Was all he said back, he suspected that I was lying, again but I knew that he also didn't really want to know what I was lying about or why I was lying.

He didn't care... And i was used to it.

Sam knew my brain was starting to drown in the frightening thoughts, again so he did what every loving boyfriend does and ran off leaving his girlfriend alone. Note the sarcasm...

As the bell rang, signaling for students to go to class, I plastered a smile on my face as I walked into my homeroom. He was in here... The devil's son. The only reason his son came to school was to stalk me so that his father knew what I was doing at every second of the day...

His son.

Him

I always thought of his son as a hot, ken doll but as soon as i learned that he was my rapist/stalker's son, i started thinking of him as lucifer #2.

SPAUN OF SATAN!!! He crayyyy, Darling. Run! before he eats you!!!

As you can see, my subconscious was a bit wacky. Yeah, im not sure where the thought of him eating me came from, so clearly my subconscious was not only wacky, she was on drugs... or that was my brains way of telling me to eat. I dunno.

I looked around the room and spotted my seat and i sat down quickly with my head down. He sat next to me... He always did and everytime I was near him I got the willy jilly's. He scared me.

Like his father...

His father is a horrible man. Last year is when I met him.

*FLASHBACK*

Slowly walking down the steps of the library, a black SUV pulled up in front of me. The windows were tinted so I couldn't see the inside of the car but i already knew who was inside. It was the devil...

He was also hot, like his son. I honestly felt lust for him, at the time. He was in his early 30's but he looked only a little bit older than me. He had dark hair and cold but beautiful blue eyes. He was muscular and looked like he was about 6'3.

He and I had been sending texts back and forth for a while now and we both agreed to meet up today. Yes i know, he would be considered a pedophile if anything happened but nothing will happen, or so I thought.

It had been 2 weeks after my boyfriend of a year dumped for some slut and so, clearly not thinking, I started chatting with this man-whore to get my mind off of things.

I jumped into the back seat of the car and i noticed that a cute boy around my age was sitting in the front seat.

It was quiet until HE spoke.

"Darling, didnt your parents ever tell you about strangers?" I nodded, confused where this was going... "you should of listened." He smiled evily at me. I then started shaking, he was scaring me. "What?" i said in a little voice. "Your going to have a fun time with me, darling." He said, ignoring my disbelief. I looked at his son. His son was staring out the window.

His son acted like he was used to this...

*end of flashback*

Well you probably guessed what happened after that...

He beat and raped me almost everyday after school. He still does.

His son and him kidnap me everyday afterschool and take me to their small house and hurt me. Well his son doesnt hurt me, but he always drives with us to their house.

Your probably wondering about my parents, like what the hell do her parents do about this? Well, to keep my answer short, their dead. Im an orphan, so obviously I live in a orphanage, which is shitty by the way and i havent been there since the kidnapping began.

When class ended, i got up but then his son grabbed hold of my arm gently but i still flinched. Right where my cuts were and some bruises... he then looked at me confused and turned my arm a little and looked at the cuts and bruises that were visible all along my arms. He dropped my arm immediately and looked at me with a unreadable expression.

"He rapes you, right?" he asked me randomly. I kept my head down and nodded. He didnt respond. I looked up and saw him looking down at me with the same unreadable expression. "He ruined you." He noticed and spoke quietly. I nodded again,not wanting to talk about this. "I'm sorry." He whispered and i looked at him with wide eyes. "Why?" "Its horrible..." he said. "I know how you feel." He spoke again and i looked at him in confusion. Before i could say anything, he ran out of the classroom. I stood up, also and just decided to leave. I already have no future... it doesnt matter if i dont get into college. He wouldnt let me go anyway. The only reason why i go to school is because he doesnt want people to get suspicious.

As suspected, when i walked out he was there. I climbed into the car and sat in silence as we waited for his son. "I missed you, Darling." He said and i flinched at his seductive tone. Gross. "I have a surprise for you." He said smiling. I felt myself breaking even more, this couldnt be good. Just as I was about to beg him not to surprise me, his son got into the front seat and we started driving in uncomfortable silence..

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First chapter, yay!!! :) im so excited about this story, i think it'll turn out pretty great when im finished.

Also, i havent really edited this chapter so please ignore the spelling mistakes and please also ignore the font. I cant make the lettering bolder or anything because im writing on the app. Anyways, hope you liked it so far!

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