Lifeline

No, please don't I mumbled as I was drowning in my tears. Please let me go bro I screamed but no one listened. He was on crack. He had no idea what he was doing to me, I guess you can't blame him. We heard a car and he finally let me go and shoved me to the bathroom, he threw my clothes and all the towels that were soaked in my virginity blood. I hear people coming in, I quickly shut the bathroom door for I fear they would disown me if they found out.
Life went on. 8 years later, I'm 15 years old and far away from my native land. Things are clearing up and getting to a normal.... That is until i meet a boy. a secretive, possesive, freakishly strong vampire boy.