In Another Life

Two years later.....

Valentina P.O.V

"Hey Callie!" I wave putting on a smile. Callie is my best friend since I started Junior year. So that was three months ago.

"O my gosh you look so different." She giggles covering her mouth. I didn't think I looked different, but the only difference is that I got my hair died Saturday.

"Since today is Sunday and we have to go back to dreaded school tomorrow, I was thinking we could get ice cream." She states grabbing her keys to her car.

I roll my eyes and smiles following her to her car parked outside. I look down at my phone to see a missed text from Dylan. This couldn't be good.

Come home it send. I look back up at the time and it passed 30 minutes.

"Is it Dylan?" She raises an eyebrow. I only nod my head and sigh in defeat.

"I promise we can get ice cream tomorrow." I smile pulling my keys from my pocket.

"I'll see ya bestie!" She waves from her front door. I felt bad so I waved back.

Off to Dylan's apartment. It was ten minutes away and as soon as I open the door it's dark. I look over at the dinner table to see bottles and bottles of empty alcohol bottles. Some were broken on the ground and I turn on the light.

I turn back to see him sitting there with blood shot eyes and leaning back in the chair and had his eyes fixed on me. He bit his lip and grabbed a bottle putting it to his lips.

"You know your routine Val." He announces slamming the bottle down. He smiled and stood up walking over to me.

I was scared for my life, but knew what he was going to do, so I could be prepared. I backed up to the door behind me.

"When I tell you to do something you do it." He demands unbuttoning my jeans. I look down at him doing it without any love or feelings.

"Dylan we cant have sex right now." I say pushing his hand away from my area.

"I'll have you whenever I want and please." He says pushing my hands away from his.

"You want me to tell people you rape me?" I ask raising an eyebrow. He stops what he's doing and grabs ahold of my throat.

I take a breath and felt like he was really going to kill me this time.

"You love having sex with me. You calling my name doesn't sound like me raping you." He says through his teeth.

He backs away and looks down at me who had tears in my eyes.

"You are suppose to put on a shirt and take off your underwear every night. Your suppose to wait for me to fuck you." He coldly says walking away. I sigh and walk to the bedroom defeated.

Like he said I did. I walked to the kitchen and turned on the stove. He was sitting on the couch watching god knows what. I make the pancakes and plate them for him and me.

I pour the syrup and sit it on the coffee table for him. I watch has he starts to eat them. We lived in a small apartment together.

He never really had family and my parents didn't like me dating him, so they kicked me out. Now I wished I could go back and agree with them.

"Thank you." He says showing up by my side. I nod my head and ignore him eating the last piece of pancake.

I only sit there not looking at him who was patiently waiting for me to say something.

"Val every time I try to be nice your stone cold." He adds following me to the dishwasher. I don't say anything well not that involves this conversation.

"I have to go to the store." I bluntly say walking to the bathroom. He followed right after me stopping in front of the door.

"Fuck no it's ten at night!" He yells getting in my face.

"Are you going to kill me?" I ask putting my head and looking at his cold stone eyes.

"I wouldn't kill you." He responses taking a deep breath in.

"That's not the fucking point Valentina! Your not going out." He demands pushing me over the sink. My hair was in front of my face and he pushed the shirt up on my waist. He unzips his jeans pushing his boxers down.

"Your mine and no one is going to think about touching you." He grits his teeth and rams into me. I let my mouth fall into an o and put my hand to the mirror.

My breath speeds up from the pleasure. I shouldn't enjoy it and I don't. I bite my lip and look down from the mirror. He continues to pound into me and my butt hurts from him hitting it in the process.

"Jesus Val you feel so good!" He yells holding onto the back of my neck. My breath hits the mirror making it fog up and I let the tears run down my face. It hurts and it wasn't pleasure.

"Dylan stop." I whisper putting my head down. He continues to plunge into me with all his force and releasing into me after a few more minutes.

I didn't even release, all he did was take his hands off me and zip up his pants looking at my face in the mirror. My mascara was everywhere along with my lipstick.

He grabs my waist pushing me back up and slams me into the door. My head hits hard and he grabs my throat pushing my head up.

He doesn't say anything he just takes his other hand and slaps my face. He kisses my lips then cheek and then whispers in my ear.

"Wait for me on the bed." He demands pushing me back so he can walk out of the room. I watch him angrily walk out and I cry the pain away. Why did he get to be this way?

I did what he said and laid on the bed. I laid with my  legs apart and my arms above my head.

He walks in with ropes and chains.

"Get ready for a long night." He announces tying my feet to the bed post and my arms.

So he fucked me like that all night.

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Sorry for the sensitive content, but to let you know men should never hurt you.
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