Saved ~A Johnnie Guilbert Story~

Diego

Warning: This chapter contains some....I guess graphic content and is mostly a dream/ flashback so read at your own risk! If you don't like it you can skip this chapter but it gives you some background to Lane's issues! I'll try to include some background to her issues in other chapters but for now this is all I have! Thanks! (:
-Taylor
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It was late Saturday night. Supernatural was still playing on the TV. I could feel Johnnie's even breathing on my back and I could hear his soft snores as he breathed in, indicating that he was sound asleep. I found my eyelids heavy and my hearing to be going away. At first I fought sleep, In fear of my dreamland but I couldn't help it. My eyes were forced shut and all of reality was washed away.

His hands were icicles around my wrist. I found it scary how aggressive he was being but I thought nothing of it. He trailed wet kisses down my neck and roughly squeezed and slammed my hands over my head onto the headboard. I whimpered in pain.

"Why are you being so rough?"

I struggled to pull my hands free of his but it was no use. He was roughly twice as big as me and way stronger. He didn't answer and continued what he was doing before. My heart started pounding as he practically tore my shirt off.

He couldn't be doing this. He knows I'm not ready. He knows I want to wait until marriage.

He unbuttoned my pants and I knew what his intentions were.

"Diego what the fuck are you doing?"

I tried pushing him off of me but he was too heavy and had my arms pinned. I started kicking my legs trying to get him off of me but he straddled them, making moving even harder. Luckily, with one swift kick I got him in the groin. Diego buckled over in pain and I took the chance to escape from his grasp. I ran for the door, swinging it open in a hurry and then running down the hallway towards the front door.

Unfortunately Diego was already a step ahead of me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me down into the ground, my scalp was burning and involuntary tears stained my cheeks. Diego started pulling me back towards his room by my hair. My scalp was burning and sore from his tugging. I was screaming and kicking loudly, hoping to get any of the neighbors attention.

"It's no use Baby. They won't be able to hear you in a second."

Diego wasn't a monster. He had to be drunk or high. This wasn't really my boyfriend. Who was this evil being?

Diego threw me onto his bed, my head crashed into the headboard, sending black spots to appear in my vision and a sharp pain through my brain.

"Diego fucking stop you're hurting me!"

I managed to scream through my sobs. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out two black zip ties, leaving me curled up and helpless on his bed. I watched him with wide eyes. My heart was beating out of my chest but my headache was beating louder. Casually, he walked over to me with a nasty grin on his face, his eyes dark.

"No Diego please! Stop!"

I screamed at him but it was no use.

"I love it when you scream my name."

His voice was scary.

I tried to get up and run back out of the door but Diego grabbed my ankle, roughly sliding me across his sheets causing burns to appear on my knees. I cried out in fear and pain, struggling with all of my might to get away from this monster.