The 585

Some Nights They Get Too Wild

Life has many definitions. Life can be something loved, something feared, something short, or something long. Many people have it ,many people lose it. It's treated well, it's treated poorly. One things for damn sure , you only have one to live. And this one is mine.

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"Come on Manvi , just this one time. " Dylan begs as he pulls on my clothes. " Dylan get off of me, I'm done being your little puppet, go screw around with someone else." I started to button my shirt back up and stand as he suddenly slams me to the ground. "Your done when I tell you your done ." He clenches his teeth and licks his lips at me then blows his breath across my right boob.

I can smell the whisky on his breath. Why did I always end up with the Heavy-Metal booming druggies who have drinking problems. Why couldn't I just be normal. Hell , nothing was ever normal about me. From my dyed jet black and curly hair that I go through hell just to straighten, from my lip and nose piercings to my black leather boots. I screamed danger. And danger always answered my screams.

"It's getting late Dylan,my dad will notice I'm gone ". I pleaded. He squeezed my boob as he begin to pull down my pants. I started shaking. He couldn't have me, not here , not ever. My innocence was the only thing good about me. I couldn't allow someone like Dylan to have it. "You never cared before, so what's so different about now? " . He spit out. I could taste the desperate in his voice. God, Why did boys have to be such horny dogs, especially when their under the influence. Something vibrated in my back pocket saving me, I knew who it was.

"Fuck , just go! " Dylan screamed at me. I'm guessing he knew who it was too. Dad always did have the right timing, and the wrong . I sickly jumped up and got my stuff not wanting to be in Dylan's apartment room any longer than I had to . I pulled my phone out of my pocket and pressed the ignore button glancing at the time. It was 1:10 . "Shit ! I was suppose to be home an hour ago." I shouted . My dad works from 4-12 a.m at some rusty and old 24 hour hardware store that he owns. I took advantage of that.

Sneaking out to Dylan's party's whenever I had a chance. Some nights they get too wild, other nights Dylan gets too drunk. Considering the fact that he's a 22 year old drop out and got his band thing going. They try to throw as many wild party's to get noticed. Their ok, if your into the heavy metal thing like us. "Shit Manvi, you can never give me what I want. " Dylan started as he presses me against the wall. "Your stupid dad always gets in the fucking way. "

He started biting my neck as I struggled to get out of his room door. I could feel the loud music coming from the living room vibrating on my face. "Dylan get off of me I have to go". I cried. "NO !" he yelled in my ear. He begin to unbutton my shirt once again. Man, he has serious mood swings. "I HAVE TO GO! " I yelled at him. I don't know why I did but part of me knew the outcome.

He slapped me clean across the face. I can taste the metallic liquid in my mouth. Dylan threw me back on the bed. I tried to jump up and make a run for it when he slammed me down again. I screamed knowing it was useless. He climbed on top of me as I saw my perfect opportunity. I kneed him straight in the ball sack.

"You bitch! " he screamed in pain, rolled on the floor and grabbed his crotch. I grabbed my phone and car keys and ran out of his room.

I brushed past the many sweaty people dancing on eachother. I was out of his apartment in no time. I ran as fast as I could bumping into a lady in the parking lot. "Hey watch it. " I didn't even look back.

I unlocked my car and headed for home. Knowing I'll be in big trouble when I got there.