Ashley is basically the Queen of Nerds at her stereo-type filled high school, and being abused at home doesn't really help. But what happens when the most popular boy at school sees her bruises? ______________ "Here let me help." It was Jason. He was in the girls bathroom, the girls bathroom. "That's ok." I mumbled turning away. The bruise was starting to show. "No I insist." He grabbed my arm and turned me around. I winced and looked up at him. He started to dab like I was doing, then he started to rub. He stared at my arm intently. "Is that a bruise?" He asked looking at me then the bruise and back and forth. "Yeah, I, um fell off my um...bike! Yeah my bike!" I said. He rolled his eyes and let go of my arm. "Well whatever just get that checked out." He said smiling. "Why do you care?" I asked. "Because I'm trying to be nice," Then he mumbled, "It's not like you have friends anyway." "Hey! That's not nice." I said furrowing my eyebrows. He held up his hands in a no offense motion. "I'm just saying you could use some friends." He said. -------------- Cover by @QueenCourtneyLynn

⚠️ ⚠️WARNING WARNING WARNING⚠️⚠️ Adult content Language *DO NOT READ IF YOU EASILY GET OFFENDED* *DO NOT REPORT* Stubborn, Love, Insecure, Feelings . . . Fuck That, Nvm just stay Nonchalant it's the best thing going anyways.

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"Alone With You" ⚠WARNING⚠ • I started this when I was 12/13 so beware of grammar, spelling, etc. • Takes a weird turn somewhere in the story, so watch out • Self-harm • Abuse

❝all these bruises have stories.❞ ❝all of these stories were caused by him.❞ - all rights reserved. copyright © 2015 | kim

*Completed* My addict. My salvation and his. ___ Our friendship? Yeah, that was hanging by a thread, but right now, that didn't matter. "You heard me," I whispered. "I'm going to fuck this pure brain up and ruin every single light." I said honestly, rubbing my cock that was fucking hard against my boxers at the sight of her helpless rocking and breathless mouth while watching her rock against my knee.

Promiscuity is addictive. It's so safe. You are not at risk of getting hurt, physically maybe , But emotionally ? No And the emotional pain is by far the worst. I know this because I've experienced both. Physical pain, from my alcoholic father, sexual abuse from his friends. It hurt, it really did. I have scars to show. But let me tell you, the worst type of hurt is the emotional pain. That pain you get when after years of building a wall around yourself, you FINALLY let someone in. You let that one special person in. You bring down your walls. You give your heart. You let him hold your heart in his palms even though you know the risks. You have so many dreams and fantasies about being with this person forever. And he leads you on. It feels good But then he turns around and crushes your heart. He squeezes the life out of it and you feel pain that you never thought was humanly possible. You feel so much pain you can't breathe. And then , you become cold. You stop feeling. You have no heart anymore. You become heartless, promiscuous, bad, really bad. Yes , that happened to me. Ben did that to me. It hurt. It hurt too much. But now I'm safe . Because I'm the bad girl. The one who doesn't have a heart left to be broken.