High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 34

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"Sawyer, can I trust you?"

"Yes. You can always trust me."

Can I? Could I trust anyone anymore? I took several deep breaths before facing Sawyer.

"Then I can trust you enough to tell you about my past.. sort of."

I could hear the smile in his voice as he said sure. I hesitated, wanting to make sure I was doing the right thing. I've never told anyone about what I'd been through - not even my cousins - and doing it to an almost complete stranger scared me.

"Well, I runaway from home, alot. Its not because I want to hurt them or I'm just being a selfish brat. My family... or the people who I'm supposed to call family, are the ones who force me to runaway. My, my mother constantly abuses me. Beer bottles, brooms, her hands, typical abusive mother shit. But sometimes, she'll take the butt of her cigar, a fresh one that's nice and hot and press it on my temple area. Its painful, so painful that I want to die. Then my father, my father is the worst. He doesn't have a drinking problem, at all. Yet he'll never stop my mother from the abuse. He just sits back and laugh, telling her to go on. But somedays, he'll drag me into his room and force me to strip in front of him, just jerking off. He'll feel me up, saying that I was so much better then my mother. I hated it, hated it so fucking much. I felt degraded, like a worthless slut. But it was that one day when he dragged me in and slammed the door shut. He made me strip then took off his clothes. I was terrified and confused. I just wanted to run. I thought he was going to take my virginity, but he raped me anally and orally, laughing the whole time and I-"

His arms wrapped around me suddenly, pulling me close to his chest as shushed me. I didn't feel the tears cascading down my face until he wiped them away.

"Marnie, you don't have to go on. I understand." I nodded, enjoying his warmth.

"Have you ever told Rowen?" He asked. I froze, wishing he didn't say that. "No." I spat bitterly, my pulse racing at the mere thought of him.

"Good. Because that bastard doesn't need to know."

Author's Note: should i make sawyer dylan o' brien or keep him as francisco lachowski? this story may have 40+ chapters. It might end at 50 but no more then 55 i hope ;) so we got awhile to go.