This is about how a boy, Jesse Underhill, saved my life from an abusive relationship I'm in. I dated this boy named Chase Keith(no hate towards him this is just a story) and I dated him when I was 16 and he was 17. We dated till I was 18. I tried t...
It was around 10:40am when I woke up. My phone started going off. I looked and my phone and I had 20 missed calls and 25 messages from Chase. I took a deep breathe and look at the messages they all said: Chase😚: Babe come over I'm horny af😩 I texted him back. • Conversation Chase😚(what I have Chase as on my phone) Babe😩🤤 (what Chase has me as on his phone) Babe😩🤤: I just woke up, and plus I'm not in the mood to fuck rn Chase😚: Don't test me🤬 Babe😩🤤: I SAID I DONT WANT TO FUCK TODAY Chase😚: EITHER U COME THE FUCK OVER HERE OR I'LL COME OVER AND YOU'LL WATCH YOUR MOM GET MURDER AND U CANT HELP HER NOW MATTER WHAT U DO!!!! Babe😩🤤: Fine I'll be there in 30 min Chase😚: 20 min so we can fuck more than normal😩😫🤤 Babe😩🤤:Ok see ya End of conversation • I started to burst out crying. I wiped my tears and go dressed. I wore this:
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I put on no makeup and let my dark brown, wavy hair down. I looked it the mirror looking at my scars and bruises. There was rarely any space left on me for more scars or bruises. So either I get ready to be cut open and bleed more than normal. Or I do a hella good smashing him. But no matter what I do he's gonna hurt me physically. Since he already hurt me, with all the brainwashing and a broken heart. I don't think there's anyone out there for me. That's right for me. I'm just stuck with this big asshole that I called my boyfriend. I thought to myself. I started crying again. "What's wrong with me." I said in between breathes. Then my phone started ringing. *ring* *ring* *ring* I wiped my tears and looked at my phone. Chase was calling me, so I answered it. • Conversation Chase: What the hell is taking you so long. It's been 40 minutes. YOU'RE 20 MINUTES LATE! Me: I'm sorry Chase: *laughs* you're not fucking sorry Me: You're right. I'm not sorry. Because I HATE YOU! Chase: DON'T YOU FUCKIN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! Me: I CAN TALK TO YOU HOWEVER I WANT TOO! Chase: I will kill you if you don't watch your mouth young lady Me: Fine I'll be there in 10 minutes Chase: 5 Me: Whatever Chase: That's my babygirl Me: Bye Chase: Bye baby End of conversation • I grabbed my phone and walked down stairs. I see my mom sitting on the couch watching Fixer Upper. "Mom I'm going to Chase's." I told her while walking towards the door. "Hang on." Mom said while standing up and walking over to me. She put her hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. "Is everything ok with you and Chase? Every time you come home from his place, you have scars and bruises." She said with a slight frown. I shock my head at giggled. "I'm fine." I lied. "We're good it's just that people try to fight him so I stand up and fight them." I said with a slight smile. Mom sighed. "You better not be lieing to me." She said backing up and sitting back on the couch. "I'm not." I lied again, while laughed. She looked at me and I think she could tell I was lieing, but I don't know at the same time. "Ok," she smiled "have fun." "I will." I lied again, and walked out the door. I walked to Chase's house because he lives about 3 blocks away from me. When I got to his door I took a deep breathe and knocked on his door. I guess he knew who it was because he opened the door and grabbed my shirt and yanked me in the door. He slammed the door and locked it. He grabbed my wrist and literally dragged me up the stairs to his room. He threw me on his bed. He closed and locked his bed room door. He closed his curtains and started getting undressed. "Get underdressed!" Chase shouted at me. I did as he told. If I didn't...I knew I was gonna pay the price. I got undressed and he walked over to the bed and lay down. "Get up." He demanded while. I did what he said. He grabbed my neck and started to choke me, as I gasped for air. Then he slapped my butt and left a huge red mark. Then he ripped off all the cover and everything on his bed. There was chains attached to the bed so he could handcuff me like this:
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He used those to pin me to his bed. But this time he didn't. "This time you're on top and if your not good. You know what happens." He said. "I know." I said while sighing. "Don't be like that babe." He said looking at me. I looked at him and he smiled at me. "Now get on me!" He shouted. I jumped and got on him. We did it for about 3 hours...like Chase wanted. "Ok stop babygirl." He said as he pushed me off of him on top the floor. He got up and he grabbed my neck and pulled me up off the ground. I gasped for air and he pushed me so hard to where I banged into the wall. "You disappointed me." He said walked over to me. "You could do way better then what you did today." He said. "Get dressed and go home." He said while getting dressed. I widened my eyes to where I looked like a deer caught in head lights. "You're not going to abuse me?!" I said shocked. He threw my clothes at me when he was done getting dressed. "Nah I let you go today." He said while putting his bed back together. I got dressed and just stood there, not knowing what to do. "Did you just ignore what I said?" He asked in a pissed voice walking towards me. "What?" I questioned. "Don't play stupid!" He yelled at me. "I told you get dressed and go home!" He yelled as he slapped my face. At that moment...I knew I was an idiot for just standing there. ————————————————————— What happens next??? Find out in the next chapter! Hope u enjoyed😁
