Love Song (LGBTQ+) (COMPLETED)

10. Destroyer

Fingers now intertwined, her eyes locked. I was wordless, unsure if I had fully understood what she was trying to say. "What do you mean? I know you love me, we've..."

As her lips affixed themselves to mine, what she meant had become all too obvious.

"I love you, Lynn."

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"Damn."

Each palm took a fork in the road, falling down the sides of my back and curling back inwards as he slightly lifted me up. All I could feel was his weight on my back and his hands sniffing around like a hungry dog looking for food. His searching had soon turned to pain as his fingertips latched onto my chest, sending waves of pain through upper body. I could only question, why? Why was this happening?

Move. Dammit.

I tried so hard to move as every last fiber of my being was put into getting away from this monster, but I hadn't and couldn't even raise a damn finger. I could feel it all, I could see it all, but I hadn't been able to move at all. The only thing I could do was whimper as he put more weight onto my back, giving one more forceful squeeze to my chest. Nathan? Grace? Please...help me.

His right hand moved away, slowly slithering it's way upwards until his fingers met the nape of my neck. I could feel his left hand follow suit as it traced the curving of my stomach in the opposite direction, moving passed my waist until I was no longer able to feel it. For moments, it was as though he disappeared. No weight, no breathing, there hadn't been a peep from him. But it had all been simply momentary. It was only a fleeting peace.

"Christ, that's tight."

The weight of his upper body returned as he forced my body into the ground, but something was added this time, something besides the weight his body created. A sharp pain began to course through me and my lower body, and then it got worse. Devin vengefully thrusted forward, delivering a pain that had been ten times worse than before. It felt like someone tried to cut me in half with a sword, like I was being ripped in half.

I lied unmoving on the cold, inflexible ground, barely able to collect my own name as a boy forced himself on me. I couldn't scream, and was hardly able to even make a whimper, yet I was able to feel every last bit of pain he hit me with. What did I do to deserve this? Who had I hurt? It hadn't been fair, why was I the one forced to go though this? Why was nobody helping me? Had this been my fault?

Devin selfishly thieved my body from me, all for himself - and I hadn't been able to do a thing. Nothing. I couldn't even move my eyelids on my own. He had robbed everything from me, in the worst ways. My body and my heart, my mind, they had just been smashed and toyed with for his own gain. I had no options, and nowhere to go. I had no place to cry and no voice to scream for help with. I was alone. I was so fucking alone.

Why was this happening to me? I came with Nathan, only because I decided to put my trust in him, and where had he been? He was nowhere to be seen. He was just like Devin, all wanted was to have a piece of me, control me because he couldn't have the woman he wanted. Why had I believed him so easily? Why did I put my trust in someone that wasn't Grace? It was so dumb of me. I had been stupid to think that this would've turned out any other way.

All I had to myself was the pain, his cavernous breathing pounding into my ear, and the empty eyes carrying the tears that would soon follow. I had nothing else and was left hollow, emptier than I would've ever thought was possible. That was always me, shallow and hollow, with nothing more to offer the world. So I put on a fake smile and pretended I was happy with my life. No, I fooled myself into thinking that I was happy with my life. I fooled myself into believing that I was okay, that I had all I needed. I never wanted to accept the fact that I was weak, that I needed the help of other people.