save me

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Once I get to school I unlock my doors and I put my things down on my desk. I take my books out of my bags and I start to put some of my papers in my trays.

The door opens and I see a few of my students walk in to their lockers, "Good morning, kids."

"Morning," they say back.

I go back to putting my things away and I start to write down some of my lesson plans for the day. After a few minutes of writing I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look over to see Ryan, one of my students.

"Hi, Ryan," I say, "What's up?"

"My mom says that bruises come when you get hurt," he says. That's very random. Why is he just telling me this?

"Oh really?" I ask trying to sound interested in him, "Why do you say that?"

"I don't know," he says, "How did you get hurt? You have bruises on your neck."

I gasp lightly and I touch my neck to cover most of it up. "Oh those are nothing. I just ran into something yesterday."

"Well my mom says they will go away soon."

I smile lightly, "Yes, they will go away soon. Now why don't you go get your homework out and put it on your desk?"

He runs off to his desk and I get my mirror out instantly. I put the mirror on my neck and I see that I missed a few spots. There is a huge ass bruise right on my neck. I grab my concealer out and I apply a small amount. I blend it all in and now it looks like I don't even have a big bruise.

I can't believe that he saw that on me. I'm glad that none of the teachers saw it or they would have questioned me. I wish Ryan wouldn't have found it either, but I guess that's better than an adult seeing the stupid ass thing.

***

After the school day is over I drive back home and Justin is already home. His car is parked in the driveway along with a few other cars. He probably has more friends over. He never tells me shit.

I go inside and I put my keys on the hook next to the door. I start to walk upstairs to my room until I hear, "IVY! BABY! Come here!"

I roll my eyes and I turn around on the stairs. I go downstairs to the kitchen and there is tons of smoke filling it and it smells like alcohol. Nice, they are getting high and drunk in my kitchen once again.

"H-howww waaaas work?" He asks. He has probably been home for like an hour and he is already plastered. His friends don't look sober either.

"Good," I say, "I didn't know you were having people over tonight?"

"It's Friday," he says, "Letttt me live a little, Ivy. Now go get us some food."

I roll my eyes, "Can't you get it?"

He comes over to me and grabs my wrists super tight. His friends are all pieces of shit too, so they don't care if he touches me. They have all tried to get with me too.

"Don't talk back to me," he says through gritted teeth, "Go get us some food now!"

"What do you want?"

"Pizza," he says while tightening his grip on me even tighter. Now there are going to be marks on my wrists that I have to cover up.

"J-Justin," I stutter, "You are hurting me!" I rip my hands out of his grip and I step away from him. He looks at me in shock because I actually fought back for once, "I'll have pizza delivered here."

I turn around and I go up to my room with my bags. I set them down on my bed and I call the pizza man. I order them what they usually want when they get pizza. They always make me get the food, so I know exactly what they want.

I put my phone down on the nightstand and I hear footsteps coming up to my room. Shit. It's probably Justin. The door opens and there he is.

"Sit down," he says. I do as he says and he comes in front of me on the bed. "Don't ever fight back from me again. Do you hear me?"

I nod my head slowly and he starts to move his hand up my shirt to my breasts, "Use your words, ma." I hate when he gives me pet names because he doesn't actually care about me. I'm just a toy. I'm nothing to him.

"Yes, I understand," I say. He squeezes my boob and then takes his hand away. He slaps me across the face and I hold my cheek.

He pushes me back on the bed, so I'm laying down. He hovers over me and starts to kiss down my neck. I try to push him away, but he doesn't budge. He smacks my hands away super hard leaving a sting on them.

"Justin, the food is going to be here," I say.

"You just ordered it," he says, "I have time."

"No," I say trying to push him off of me again. "Your friends are downstairs."

"Then stay quiet," he says.

"No," I say crying. "I'm on my period."

He smacks my face super hard and starts to take off my pants. "You were just on your period."

"Justin, please don't," I say as the tears roll down my face.

"I won't tell you again. Stop crying, you pussy," he hits me again and all I can see is stars everywhere. And before I know it he enters me and there is nothing I can do at this point.

***

I open my eyes and I see I'm on the bed with no clothes on. Justin is no where in the room and I'm freezing my ass off. I set up and my body instantly hurts everywhere.

I look down at my thighs and there are cuts all over my legs. Blood covers my legs and there is so much blood all over the sheets. I get off of the bed and I feel like I'm going to fall over. I hold onto the bed and I look at myself in the mirror.

There are bruises all over my body. They are on my chest, my legs, my face, my neck, absolutely everywhere. What the hell did he do to me when I passed out?

Hickies are all over my neck and my chest. I can't even tell which is which, but I know some are hickies and some are bruises. The cuts are on my legs and my arms. Some even on my stomach. I turn around and there are whip lashes on my back.

When I see the whip lashes I instantly start bawling my eyes out. I have to get out of this place. I can't keep living like this. This isn't good for me and it's definitely not how I dreamed to live my life.

I slowly grab some clothes out of my drawer and I put them on. I grab a bag and I start to throw some shit in the bag. I grab clothes, some shoes, toiletries, and my charger.

If I'm going to run away I'm going to need some money too. I go into the safe in the closet and I grab all the money we have in it. There is like 500 dollars and that's all I'm going to have. I just need to use it for gas to get someplace besides here.

I slowly walk downstairs with all of my things and I hear the guys all yelling and laughing in the kitchen. I grab my car keys and I drive off to wherever the hell Im starting to go to. I don't know where the road is going to take me, but it will be better than here with Justin. This isn't the life I need or want.

This life sucks and I don't want to keep on living it. I'm not okay and I just want to be happy for once in my life. I have to do this for me even if he will come over me and try to kill me.

I guess it's worth taking the chance.