The bad boy's girl

Chapter 6: June 15th

"Shit." I yelled.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit." I screeched.

I did it again, I freaked. I want to stop. But I can't, it's reaction. I hurts, it hurts real fucking bad. And I can't stop, Courtney is the only person that knows. The only one who's seen my scars. The only one who can help.

I felt tears prickling at the back of my head, and my room is swirling around me. I fell to the ground. I tried to breathe, but it hurt. So much, and I am tired of it. These 'attack' things. This feeling- I want it gone. Therapy wasn't an option. Then everybody would know, I have to do this on my own.

I got my breathing under control-partially.

"You okay sis?" Dalton asked through my closed door.

Dalton, my older brother, he knew I was depressed. But he wanted to know why. I wouldn't, couldn't-

"KAELEA are you ok?!" But I didn't answer. 5 seconds later Dalton busted through the door.

I tried to cover my face, and quiet down my cries. He held me. He always did.

"What happened sis, I'm not leaving until you tell me." I was going to argue with him, but the sternness in
in his voice told me not to.

"Tell me. Now." He stated, that was cold and deadly. So I began to talk.

Flashback

I had a couple of drinks, but I was just buzzed. He walked up to me. "Why is a pretty girl like you sittin' here- all by yourself?" He asked. I looked up at him. He was gorgeous. He was different. And I loved it. He asked me if I wanted to go to the bathroom to freshen up. Obviously I said yes, like I said he was gorgeous.

We walked towards the bathroom, but passed it. I tried to ask him were. We were going, but he just pulled me into a empty bedroom, and locked the door. I was by the wall trying to look as tough as possible, but on the inside I was scared shitless. Before I could protest, he roughly pushed me against the wall and pressed his sickening lips against mine. He shoved his tongue down my mouth, and I tasted, and smelled the alcohol in his mouth. He defiantly was not wasted, not even slightly buzzed. This made me angry. When he let go I tried to run, to escape. I hit him, kicked him, screamed even. I tried to kick him in the groin, but he pushed my leg down and slapped me.

I thought it was over, but we were far from it. He pushed me onto the bed, and started to unzip my black cocktail dress. I tried to protest, but he was too strong, I couldn't. He pulled it over my head, and I kicked him as hard as I could in his groin. He groaned in pain. When he rose to his full height, he he slapped my twice on the same cheek. Tears started to fall down the sides of my face. "Baby." He said, "I don't wanna hurt ya', but if you resist I'll have to." I looked away, I couldn't show him I was afraid.

He flipped me over, and started to take off my panties leaving slow, soft, and tender kisses down my stomach. I'm not gonna lie it felt good, really good. But it was foul, and it made me want to throw up. He slowly took off my bra and kissed them tenderly. Sucking and biting at each nipple. I was gulping every second, trying not to vomit. He quickly took off his shirt, pants, and, boxers. He had a full hard on. It was minimum eight inches, he started to rub it, and occasionally spitting on it. He started lowering his body towards me, not even sparing me a glance. At first he slowly put it in, but after the tip, he thrusted till I screamed.

That night, a year and a half ago months ago, June 15th was when I lost my virginity to a worthless piece of shit.

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