"Stop" I say tears threatened to spill from my eyes. "Why should I?" He asks grabbing my face forcing my eyes to meet his. "I thought you loved me" I say looking at his dull brown eyes. "Your such a little naïve girl, thinking I actually loved you" he says and I can't stop the tears.
"All I wanted to do was get in your pants and I'm going to" he says and I feel my lunch coming up. "Now lay on the bed" he says letting my face go. i shake my head while the tears stream down my face. "I said lay on the bed" he demands grabbing my upper arm harshly. "I said no" I cry pulling my arm from his grip.
Next thing I know his hand comes in contact with my cheek. I begin to cry harder as he hits me repeatedly. "You do as I say" he says pushing me towards the bed. "Lay down" he instructs.
I do as he says to avoid being slapped. He pulls his pants down and takes off his shirt. He begins to Palm himself through his boxers. I hold myself back from almost throwing my lunch up. "Please" I cry and he chuckles. "No need to beg Sam" he laughs. I silently wish for someone to walk into this apartment before anything can happen. But of course my prayers aren't answered. He climbs onto the bed where I am laying. "Dylan please let me go" I cry as he hovers over me. "Sorry baby, I can't" he smirks as his hands run over my hips. I look at him with such hate. All the times he said 'I love you', those were all fake.
He grabs my shirt and lifts it over my head. His cold hands cup my breasts. I cry loud and don't hesitate to scream when his hand tucks its self into my pants. "Aren't you a virgin?" He asks and I cry. "I'll take that as a yes" he smiles. "You don't deserve it" I shout at him and he chuckles. He leans down to my ear and whispers "Oh but baby I do".
I wipe the tears from my eyes and look at him. "Why are you doing this?" I ask and he shrugs. "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you" he says and I breathe in sharply. "I watched you dance that night" he says licking his lips. "Fuck I need you" he says pulling my pants down my legs along with my panties.
"It's only going to hurt a little" he says and I close my eyes as he pushes himself in me. I feel the tears coming as he pushes himself fully inside of me. It hurts so bad and he doesn't even care. He slams himself into me rapidly. I thought people did this out of pleasure. I start to get used to it until he moves his hips a different way. I cry louder than I thought I could. "Be quite" he says rolling his hips.
"Get off " I shout tears streaming down my face. "Please" I quite down looking him in the eyes. His brown eyes meet mine and he slams into me. "I'm almost done" he breaths out locking his lips with mine. I shut my lips not kissing back as he tries to slide his tongue into my mouth. He digs his hands into my hips and I try not to scream.
he removes his lips and grabs my hair "Kiss me back" he demands. "no" I say and he smacks me. "What did I tell you" he says kissing my neck and harshly sucking. "Fuck" he moans coming to his climax. He lays his head on my chest breathing heavily.
He pushes out of me and grabs his boxers. he pulls them on along with the rest of his clothes. "You don't speak of this understood?" He asks and I nod trying not to look him in the eyes. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" he shouts from across the room.
i look up at him with bloodshot eyes. "I said yes" I reply clenching my teeth. "That's Better" he says and ties his shoes. "You can leave but you need to come back, you don't speak of this, nor do you try to hide" he says and I cover myself with the blanket that's on the bed.
"Well what if I do?" I ask and he smiles. the smile that I thought of once as a charming, loving, smile. now it's just a smile of a monster. "Lets just say it will be fun" he grins walking out the door. I sit on the bed crying a few more minutes before releasing I should be leaving. I stand up, sore from the previous actions. I gather my clothes and walk to the bathroom.
I look into the mirror and see bruises that scatter across my body. One lays right below my cheek. another on my arm and a big one on my hip. These Bruises are going to stay with me. they're gonna remind me that he did this to me.
I quickly throw my clothes on and don't bother to cover the bruises. I don't have anything here except the clothes I'm wearing on my body. I grab my phone and walk out the door. My bloodshot eyes watch the people around me, they all look happy, mostly all minding there own business. I walk through the streets going towards my favorite place. The library, yes it may be geeky and a stupid place but it helps me clear my mind and it's quite.
I walk into the library and go towards the very back. My usual seat is taken by a man. A very colorful man, his blue hair sticking up in places as he reads a book I've read several times, "To Kill A Mockingbird, Nice choice" i say walking next to him and grabbing The Great Gatsby. His eyes never leave my face as i take a seat across from him.
"Yours to" He replies quietly looking down at his book. He glances at me as i read and i begin to wonder if he is going to ask about my face. "Yeah i know, my face is beaten in" i say glancing at him.
He mumbles something before closing his book and placing it on the table. "What happened?" he asks and i stare at him taking his appearance in. His beautiful green eyes, almost light enough to be clear. The metal ring in his eyebrow and bright pink lips. "Are you wearing lipstick or are you're lips always that pink?" i ask getting curious.
"Don't change the subject love".
