Learning How to Scream

Chapter two:

Bay's Point of Veiw:

Maybe if I distracted him, I could get away. But he was obviously stronger than me. And I did like him, but this was out of character...

He pushed me away. I sat on his lap, my back to him, and asked him "Can you unzip the dress?"

He hesitated, but he unzipped me. I held it over my chest and stood to grab my shirt.

I slipped it on, and then the dress fell from beneath the shirt.

I stepped toward my flats, and put them on.

"Don't go out there." He ordered. I jumped for the door and was a step away from being outside, when he grabbed me and pulled me back.

"Bay, you don't understand." He said forcefully as he shut the door and locked it again. He turned to face me, and grabbed my arms.

I tried to scream but he stopped me by pressing his lips against mine so hard my head hit the wall.

I tried hard to push him away, but obviously, I was too weak. It was like he didn't even struggle.

He slammed his body against mine so that I couldn't wriggle out of his grasp.

He held my wrists in one hand and moved away from my mouth, but cupped it with his other hand so I couldn't call for help.

Always falling for the wrong people....

"Stay with me tonight. I promise I won't hurt you."

I drove her to my house and quickly carried her upstairs finding her speed insufficient. As soon as I got her to my room, my parents pulled into the driveway yelling at eachother.

I brought her to the bed abd told her to hide beneath.

"Why?" she asked.

"I don't want you to get hurt. Hurry, they are comming." She might have started to cry, but I kissed her forehead and she climbed beneath the bed.

My father slammed the door open.

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Bay's Point of View:

I wanted to scream as I saw James fall to the ground and groan as a man beat him with a baseball bat. I figured that he hid me from the man, and I started pretending this was a hallucination.

What was really goiing on was James was kissing me and keeping me from screaming again.

After an hour, the man left. I had been crying. The man left to another room and I herd him and a woman begin conversing. I crawled from beneath the bed.

I continued to crawl over to James who was bleeding on the floor.

"I'm so sorry..." I cried.

He shook as he tried to sit up. I helped him. He leaned his back against the bed post, and I leaned against him.

He winced at the pain. I would kiss him, but I didn't want to hurt him further.

He wrapped his arm around me. I held his hand.

"James..." I whispered.

He stood and limped to the bathroom. I never saw him in so much pain. The Bathroom across his room had three already bloody towels and a few cloths.

He sat on the edge of the bathtub and grabbed a cloth. I took it from him and began to gently touch below his nose where he was bleeding.

"I'll stand by you," I sang to myself. "I can be strong, so can you,"