Don't Tell

Chapter 1: A Nervous Wreck

Carly's pov

I Woke up with a scream.

"Carly? What's wrong."

"Nothing, Andy. It's just a nightmare."

"What about?"

"It's nothing."

"Okay... Well, get some sleep. The tour starts tomorrow."

"Kay,"

I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him so bad. I couldn't, though. He would hate me. He would hate that his little sister did something like this. His innocent little 18 year old sister was raped.

Aaron Smith. I'll never forget those icy blue eyes staring at me as I struggled and begged for him to set me free. I'll never forget that dark brown curly cue that drooped over his forehead. I'll never forget those cheekbones that you could cut yourself on. The smirk on his face as he unbuttoned my jeans. The look in his eye when I tried to scream in pain and cry for help but all I could manage was a whimper.

He said he loved me, but I was a pawn in his game of chess. His game of rape.

I'll never forgive him. I'll never forgive myself.

I felt used. I felt sick. I felt abused. I felt easy.

I told Andy that I was mugged. That the bruise on my neck was where some guy punched me. He punched me so I couldn't scream. I told Andy that the hickeys were all bruises. That the nail marks all over me was me failing at fighting back.

I can't tell him. He would never have forgiven me. He would just get mad.

Two words kept repeating in my head.

Don't tell.

I won't. I can't.

--AN--

I really like this so SAWWWEEEEEE it's so fucking short. I'll ipdate tomorrow along with rekindle the spark. Or maybe tonight. ONE WEEK TIL ABAP COMES OUT OFFICIALLY!!!!

I love you my carcrashovercastyoungbloods

-Emily aka foblvr