The Runaway Lover

Prologue

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Word Count: 1660

I wake up to the feeling of someone's hands around me.

I slowly open my still tired eyes and face a monster.

Not a literal one but someone that has been one towards be for years now.

My older sisters boyfriend Frankie.

All his done since being with her is torment me.

He calls me horrible names and gets way to handsy and when I try to confront my sister Tiffany about it she doesn't listen.

Nobody listens to me in this house, my parents are busy working all day to even care and my older sister is to blinded by her love towards Frankie that she doesn't see the real him.

The side of him that I'm way to familiar with, the side that has no remorse for anyone else.

"Why are you touching me Frank?" I groggily speak while trying to move away from him.

"Shut up and listen babygirl." He hisses while I automatically cringe at the pet name he called me.

I look behind at him and smell the alcohol in his breath.

"Get off me you drunk" I yell while aggressively shoving him off me. And trying to get him out of my room but instead he shoves me back.

"Now now I don't like it when you don't listen to me." He yells while stepping forward towards me and corners me between my bed and wall.

He reaches out towards me and caresses my face.

"Get away from me." I scream while slapping his hand away but regret it when his eyes darken and he steps even closer shoving me into the wall.

"Shut up!" He yells while I try to look away scared of what he might do next.

He forcefully grabs my chin and moves my face back to his so I can look at him.

"Why are you doing this? You have Tiffany, you don't need me." I plead while tears start pouring down my cheeks.

He shoves me even harder into the wall making me pond my head and whimper at the pain.

"But I want you." He wickedly smiles while forcefully kissing me.

I don't kiss him back which angers him so he squeezes my wrist making me whipper again and he takes the chance to have his tongue enter my mouth.

He groans in pleasure while I whimper in pain as he still is squeezing my wrist.

He then reaches for the band of my shorts and I try to push him off again but he pushes my hands away so I do the only thing I could think of and kick him as hard as I could where the sun doesn't shine.

He falls to the floor with a groan and I take my chance to escape but he pulls my leg back and I fall to the ground.

"You little piece of sh*t think you can leave me like that." He yells while pulling me back towards him but I kick him in the face with my free foot and when he lets go to grab his probably broke nose I make a run out the door.

I ran out of the house with only my phone in my pocket wearing my pjs.

Some would say I wasn't the brightest for running in the night streets of Georgia alone but I wasn't any safer at home.

Ever since Frankie moved in with us to be closer to Tiffany life at home has been even worse.

While my parents and Tiffany were at work and my younger brother left to go to his friends house he would take his opportunity to torment me.