Chasing Rivers

"Keep your little tongue still," he began ominously, his eyes had darkened like the nightsky, "or I will put it to better use."

His warning sent chills all over my body.

He was hurting me; the wall against which he had my hands pressed had a sharp popcorn like texture, and it felt like my skin was being stabbed by thousands of nails at once. Not only that, I could feel the pressure of his huge muscular body against mine trying to obstruct my breathing, and his knee was also lightly pushing into my thigh as he kept me in place.

But despite all the pain and the helplessness of not being able to move out of his tight clutch, not a single gasp or cry escaped my mouth.

"Seems like this is the only way girls like you learn to shut their mouths up," he growled near my ear.

And maybe he was right because I wanted him to keep hurting me until I could feel absolutely nothing.

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This is the story about an awkward teenager who faces bullying, abuse from her parents, and fights her inner demons all while having an obsessive crush.

Warning: May contain some distressing themes that could be triggering.

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