Fallen Angel
Part Fourteen. Love Isn't always fair.
Warning- this chapter contains sexual abuse and self harm.
You're woken by a hand stroking your face. As soon as you open your eyes. The hand covers your mouth. Richards face is luminous above yours. He replaces his hand with tape, you struggle to get free but he's stronger than you. The adhesive of the tape makes your face itch and burn, you splutter. You continue to thrash in the bed, realising that Ashley is no longer there and you're trapped with Richard. He pulls of your shirt, his eyes, pop. He licks his lips, his tongue sliming over his cracked grey lips. You heave, if it wasn't for the tape you'd've vomited all over him. He sneers, reaching out to grab your breasts in his hand. You feel sick. This can't be actually happening. Please no. Please god no. He slides his hands down your body, pulling off the sweatpants you'd borrowed from Jinxx, you cringe, determined not to cry. You won't give him the pleasure.
After what seems like a lifetime, he's done with you. You lie on the bed, shivering, your body sore and scratched.
"Tell a soul, and Andy pays for it." He threatens. He rips off the tape, you grit your teeth, to making a sound. He sneers at he lack of reaction before slinking out of the room.
You lie there and weep. You feel so weak and defenceless. Where the hell did Ashley go?
After wallowing in confusion and fear for some time. You go for a shower, wanting to wash every part of that assholes DNA off your skin. You scrub until your skins raw, and then some more, you wash your hair and brush your teeth. You have no clothes to change into so you just put on Ashley's jeans and t-shirt from yesterday which had been slung into a corner. You feel so stiff and sore. You cant help but keep thinking about what dickhead said. "Andy pays for it" echoing inside your mind. You panic.Where's Andy? Is he hurt? Do the others know?! You're afraid you'll melt down if you see one of the guys, especially Jake or Ash, you're brain is in overdrive. Andy. Andy. Andy. Andy. Andy. Andy.
You grab someone's razor from the sink side and slice across the inside of your arm with it.
"Fuck!" You gasp through clenched teeth, watching the blood stream down your arm. It pools in the palm of your hand, running down the gaps between your fingers and into the sink
You're woken by a hand stroking your face. As soon as you open your eyes. The hand covers your mouth. Richards face is luminous above yours. He replaces his hand with tape, you struggle to get free but he's stronger than you. The adhesive of the tape makes your face itch and burn, you splutter. You continue to thrash in the bed, realising that Ashley is no longer there and you're trapped with Richard. He pulls of your shirt, his eyes, pop. He licks his lips, his tongue sliming over his cracked grey lips. You heave, if it wasn't for the tape you'd've vomited all over him. He sneers, reaching out to grab your breasts in his hand. You feel sick. This can't be actually happening. Please no. Please god no. He slides his hands down your body, pulling off the sweatpants you'd borrowed from Jinxx, you cringe, determined not to cry. You won't give him the pleasure.
After what seems like a lifetime, he's done with you. You lie on the bed, shivering, your body sore and scratched.
"Tell a soul, and Andy pays for it." He threatens. He rips off the tape, you grit your teeth, to making a sound. He sneers at he lack of reaction before slinking out of the room.
You lie there and weep. You feel so weak and defenceless. Where the hell did Ashley go?
After wallowing in confusion and fear for some time. You go for a shower, wanting to wash every part of that assholes DNA off your skin. You scrub until your skins raw, and then some more, you wash your hair and brush your teeth. You have no clothes to change into so you just put on Ashley's jeans and t-shirt from yesterday which had been slung into a corner. You feel so stiff and sore. You cant help but keep thinking about what dickhead said. "Andy pays for it" echoing inside your mind. You panic.Where's Andy? Is he hurt? Do the others know?! You're afraid you'll melt down if you see one of the guys, especially Jake or Ash, you're brain is in overdrive. Andy. Andy. Andy. Andy. Andy. Andy.
You grab someone's razor from the sink side and slice across the inside of your arm with it.
"Fuck!" You gasp through clenched teeth, watching the blood stream down your arm. It pools in the palm of your hand, running down the gaps between your fingers and into the sink
Notes
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10/19/13