A walk to remember-G.D.

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Alia
I try to push him off but there is no moving him, he takes heavy breathes against my neck making me feel nervous; uneasy. I slowly lift my leg bringing it up to his crotch kneeing him in the nuts, he quickly grabs his pants palming himself groaning in pain. I make my move taking myself in my car, I put the key in my engine starting it up. He fiercely opens my door grabbing me out before I could pull off he throws me in the backseat pulling my jeans down along with my underwear.

I feel myself getting dizzy as he harshly slides himself into me yanking at my hair giving me a headache. I squeeze the seats as I whimper in pain "Stop, get off me you bastard" I cry out going to punch him but he lets my hair go taking both my hands putting them behind my back. I try to kick but that angers him so he pushes my whole body down on the seats flipping me over then sliding back into me, he takes my hands again putting them above my head "Yeah you like that you little pretty pussy bitch" he slaps me in the face grabbing my hips hard making them bruise over immediately.

The tears come out of my eyes at a fast pace, I feel my nose begin to get stuffed up "Get off of me!" I scream punching him in the face a few times "Did you really just fucking hit me?" He angrily asks slamming in and out of me with all of his strength, my pelvis begins to ache in pain making me let out un heard sobs "Ow" I yell kicking the door wanting someone to hear or notice "I'm really gonna fuck you like there's no tomorrow" he places his hand over my mouth taking the rest of my clothes off as he continues to rape me.

He takes his belt hitting me with it not caring where it lands "Stop, stop!" I scream out in pain wishing that I didn't come to the cafe to meet him but I did because I'll never learn. He twitches nutting inside of me "Maybe the next time I call, don't come. Look what you got yourself into, daddy told you not to meet up with strangers" he evilly laughs pulling his pants up opening the car door "I hate to break it to you but you should've listened to your mommy when she told you about me, I'm a evil man. But you shall not say I raped you when I didn't, I simply pleased you an you secretly enjoyed your father fucking your brains out darling" he slams the door leaving me alone in the car balling my eyes out naked in the back seat.

I weep putting my clothes back on quickly starting the car up and leaving. I hate myself, so much how could I be so stupid and naive I should've known he didn't want to see me to talk; he just wanted to rape me. I sniffle seeing my vision become blurry every now and again. My phone buzzes showing a message from Grayson. I turn my phone on seeing a bunch of messages from Grayson, some from hours ago. I sigh pulling into the drive way turning the engine off.

I look in the mirror, my face is red an blotchy. My eyes are redder that my face making my dark eyes look even darker. I wipe my eyes taking the tears away slowly pulling my body out of my car locking it up. I turn on my phone looking at how many time Grayson called and texted. He called 26 times, he also texted 17 times. I look at the time showing 1:26am I sigh unlocking the door with the extra key that sits under a rock in the lawn.

The lights are off inside making me sigh in relief. I quietly walk up the stairs going to my room just to hear a knock on the door a few minutes later "Baby?" Grayson's deep voice flows through my ears immediately making me want to run and cry in his arms, but I can't I don't want him to know what happened I just want to forget about it. I pull my jeans off my legs leaving me in my blue laced panties, I turn around pulling my jacket off throwing it in my bed along with my phone and keys.

His eyes narrow once he notices that my eyes are red along side my face. His face shows mixed emotions "What's wrong Alia?" I shrug sniffling "It's nothing" I simply lie grabbing a towel that sits on my closet door "I'm gonna shower" I say grabbing a matching bra and underwear set; they are laced burgundy. I grab some basket ball shorts that I stole from Grayson along with one of my red tank tops to match the red and black shorts.

I go to walk past him but he grabs my face examining me, I look down making him sigh "Why is there a hand print on your face" his voice comes out deeper than usual anger laced with his vocals "Nothing" I shrug it off but Grayson doesn't "Alia what the hell happened?" He grabs at my arms seeing the marks from the belt, he begins pulling my clothes off piece by piece looking at all the marks from my father. He gasps clenching his jaw.

He rubs my stomach that has a huge red mark across it, he then grabs at my thighs rubbing his fingers over the scars and red marks. The vein in his neck pops out when he notices the bruised finger prints left in my hips "Am I missing something here?" He blinks a few times backing away from my naked body "C-could we maybe just- can we talk later, please?" I beg feeling my lip tremble. I grab my body holding myself becoming insecure "Alia-" I place my hand over his mouth not wanting to hear him.

He looks deep in my eyes nodding "Just give me some time" my voice cracks he bites his lip nodding slowly "Yeah, but you know you can always talk to me right?" I nod feeling the tears stream down my cheeks yet again for the like sixth time tonight he turns around grabbing the door knob looking down "You wouldn't lie to me would you? Like if it was something serious, you would tell me the truth right?" His voice comes out weak wanting to hear something good, anything but lies.

I wrap the towel around my body throwing my other clothes I was wearing in my dirty clothes basket, I walks over to gray putting my hand on his shoulder "No, I wouldn't lie to you if it was serious. I just need some time, alone but I will tell you what happened when it's the right time for you to know" I rub his back grabbing my things to shower then leading him out my room. He walks to his room and I walk to the bathroom.

I shut the door locking it then going over to the cabinet above the toilet grabbing the razor that sat on top. I knew I would need this at some point, so I guess I was smart to put it there when I first moved in; I knew I was gonna need something to escape my problems. The razor is just perfect for this. I sit down on the toilet pulling the towel off of me, I press the razor against my thigh slicing the skin open watching the blood fall off my thick thigh.

A small whimper in relieving pain escapes my dry cracked lips. I keep cutting until I'm satisfied with the feeling, I set the razor back in its place hopping in the shower. I sit on the floor rocking back and fourth crying, I hate myself for going to that cafe, I should have known that was gonna happen. But I'm such a great person I thought giving people second chances was a great idea but no it's not, I need to come to realization on life. I live in a cold evil world; don't give to many chances to certain people. They take advantage of that, they also take advantage of you.

Well... yeah.

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