please please please dnt read this story if you can't handle rape or explicit language. this story is violent and not intended for young readers. srry!
I woke up, my body was sore and my head was spinning. Objects were flying all over the place. Colors were too bright for my eyes.
"Get the fuck up!" A loud male voice yelled above me. My head pounded.
"Screw you." I mumbled, turned over, and tried to go back to sleep.
The next thing I knew the sheets were getting pulled out from under me. I fell to the floor with a thud.
"Asswhole." I sneered up at him.
"If you didn't spend all your time partying we wouldn't have to go through this." The man sighed helping me up.
"If you hadn't taken me away from my life and my father than I wouldn't spend all my time partying." I stated glaring at him.
"Why do you always bring that up?" He asked pissed.
"Because it's true." I said stomping out of my room and locking myself inside the bathroom.
Tears started streaming down my face but I didn't make a sound. I turned the shower on and I started my daily ritual. As I cried I remembered the day I was torn away from my family.
I was at the park playing in the sand box with my best friends. Alice was complaining that I didn't know how to dress, Edward was telling her to shut up, Emmett was picking on Jasper, and Rosalie was playing with a toy car. I was seven, so were Alice and Edward. Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper were eight. We were all happy. Our parents were watching us from the park benches about ten feet away.
I got up to go play on the swings. Edward came with me. He would push me and make sure I wouldn't trip and fall. We were the best of friends. I had a tiny crush on him. We spent an hour at the park then we all headed home.
Daddy and I walked home with Edward, Alice and their parents. On our way home there was an ice cream cart and we would always stop there and get ice cream. I like the ice cream guy his name was Phil and I would always have a conversation with him.
That day we went to get ice cream and I was the last one to get my vanilla chocolate swirl. I was walking away holding it when I tripped, spilling my ice cream everywhere. I scrapped my knee, but I was used to that. I looked ahead and saw that everyone was already so far ahead.
Phil looked down at me with a friendly smile and gave me another cone free of charge I thanked him but before he gave me the cone he grabbed me and through me inside the truck parked behind his cart. He drove off with me. He said if I screamed he would kill me, so I remained silent and allowed myself to get abducted. He took me to Florida.
I've been with Phil for ten years now.
When I turned twelve for my birthday present he took me into his bedroom and raped me. He said it was exorcise and that it would be fun. It just hurt. Ever since then he would have sex with me whenever he was bored or he couldn't get a girl to go home with him.
When I turned fifteen I started too rebelled against him. I would bring guys home and make out with them on the couch next to Phil. Sometimes I would even fuck them in my bed. I tried to be loud so he could hear us. I started partying and getting drunk. I would come home wasted or high.
But this only started the beatings and rougher sex. I was constantly sore and he would get pleasure out of my pain. He would come home with really slutty, skimpy clothing and lingerie. He would force me to wear them. He had me on birth control so he wouldn't get me pregnant.
He acts like my father when my friends are around but then a lover when we are alone.
I let the warm water wash over my bruises. I gently massaged my scaled from where he pulled at my hair. I waited until the water turned cold before reluctantly stepping out of the shower and getting dressed in a tight green tank top that showed my belly button ring and a lot of cleavage and shorts that just barely covered my butt. I towel dried my hair and walked out of the bathroom.
Instantly I was assaulted. Phil pinned me against the wall and started biting at my skin. His hands trailing over my stomach and up to my breasts. He moaned into my neck.
"I love it when you're wet." He whispered into my ear. A shiver ran through my body.
One hand moved down to my butt and pulled my legs around his waist. I could feel his dick against me. I held in my moan. He pulled my lips to his and pushed his tongue inside my mouth. He rolled his tongue against the roof of my mouth and another shiver passed through my body.
I wanted him to stop. I bit his tongue and instantly he let me go. I dropped to the floor landing on my ass. My head was right next to his erection. I looked up at him waiting for the hitting to come.
"Damn it, Isabella. Why must you always ruin everything?" He leaned down and slapped me hard across the face. Then he walked away.
I stood up and called my friend Ayva. After the first ring she picked up.
"Bella! God, sweaty what's wrong?" She asked frantically. I told her everything that Phil did to me when I was thirteen. She promised never to tell anyone and I trusted her. She's never let me down. "What did that bastard do this time?"
"Nothing, just the usual." I brushed it off. "So do you want to go to the mall today?"
"Ok? But only if you're sure you're ok." She stated.
"I'll meet you there in ten." I hung up my phone, grabbed my keys, and walked towards the door.
"Where the hell are you going?" Phil asked from the couch.
"Out." I stated, still walking.
"Out where?" He asked.
"The mall with Ayva and Kevin." I turned and glared at him.
"When will you be home?"
"I don't know. You tell me." I said sarcastically.
"Don't use that tone with me." He yelled.
"You're not my father!!" I screamed back.
He got up and walked over to me. I stayed, unmoving, where I was. I didn't even flinch when he punched me in the stomach. He grabbed me by the arm and threw me against the floor. I knocked over a lamp and slid into the wall. He kicked me in the leg and turned walking away.
I stood up and walked out the door. I got my car and sped to the mall. I met Ayva and Kevin in the food court. A smile was plastered across my face. Kevin smiled back but Ayva didn't buy it. She glared at each and every one of my bruises.
"I can't believe that you just let him do that!" She hissed as I approached.
"It's easier if I just take it lying down." I stated looking around the food court. "So are you guy's hungry?" I asked trying to change the subject. Kevin looked between us, confused.
"You need to tell someone!"
"We've been through this. He knows where my dad lives, he could kill him." I sighed exasperated. "I think I'm in the mood for Thai food." I commented, walking towards the booth.
"So why don't you warn you dad or anyone from before?" She asked.
"I can't remember any of the numbers. I was too young to have them memorized." I said sadly.
"Why don't I ever know what you two are talking about until it's over?" Kevin asked.
"Because, you're too busy paying attention to Bella's chest or ass." Ayva joked with her brother.
"Do not." Kevin defended blushing.
"It's ok Kevin, I don't blame you. I blame Phil making me dress like a complete hooker." I growled. I placed my order, got my food and sat down at a table.
"Are you sure you can't remember anything about your past life?" Ayva asked.
"I can only remember that damned day." I growled stabbing a piece of chicken. "God I can never forgive him."
"You shouldn't have to." Ayva said pissed. Kevin placed a reassuring hand on my forearm.
"I hope school never starts." Kevin said, realizing that I desperately needed a subject change.
"Me neither it's too much of a hassle." Ayva said playing along.
We were all starting our senior year of high school. While everyone goes off to college I'll be stuck with Phil. I could try to escape then, but he will probably find me.
"So are you looking forward to this year, Bella?" Kevin asked.
"Oh ya, another year with preppy bitch cheerleaders, jocks that can't keep it in their pants, and evil teachers ready to give out hours of homework that I'm never going to get finished. No one is more excited to be going back to school than me." I said sarcastically.
"So who's ready to go shopping?" Ayva asked.
"I am! I am! Me! Me! Me! Me!" Kevin raised his hand and started bouncing up and down in his seat.
"Ok come on. Let's go." I laughed and stood up. "Where do you want to go?" I asked openly.
"Sports Authority." Ayva said.
"Victoria's Secret." Kevin said.
"You just want to see Bella in her underwear." Ayva stated venomously.
"So you just want to check out guys." Kevin retorted.
"So." Ayva crossed her arms over her chest.
"I want to go to F.Y.E." I cut them off.
"You always want to go there." Ayva whined.
"Yes but there are plenty of cute guys there looking for video games and CD's." I could tell she gave in the second I said 'cute guys'.
"What's my draw in?" Kevin asked.
"I'll give you a kiss." I bargained.
"Ok." He perked right up.
I then dragged my friends all over the mall. We didn't buy anything we just people watched and window shopped. At about 12:00 we went to some fighter movie than we got some lunch at 3:00. I hung out at their house playing video games with Kevin and letting Ayva make me over. It was about 8:00 when I decided to leave. I hugged them good-bye and drove home as slowly as possible. When I walked through the door Phil was waiting for me in a chair facing the door, his finger was tapping the arm rest impatiently.
"You're late Isabella." He said anger hidden in his voice.
"I was hanging out with my friends, so sue me." I retorted.
"Don't talk to me like that." He said standing up and closing the space between us. "I'm just worried about you." He hugged me tightly. He pulled away and looked me in the eye. "I love you Isabella."
He kissed me his tongue licking all over my mouth. His erection was fighting to get out of his pants. His hands were all over my body. He leaned down on the couch. He pulled my shirt off and pulled my pants down. He bit the flesh above my breast. I remained motionless. He took his shirt off and released his dick from his pants. He tore off my underwear with his teeth.
He plunged himself deep within me and held it there. It did this slowly to cause me pain. He started to speed up. Every time he went inside me he went deeper and deeper. My back was arching and I was starting to come. When I couldn't hold it in any longer I collapsed. He smiled down at me. He rubbed my hair out of my face.
I closed my eyes and evened my breathing. He thought I had fallen asleep. He picked me up and carried me up to my room. He placed my body under the covers and kissed my head good night. When the door closed, I opened my eyes and reached for my laptop. I sighed in relief when I saw that he was online.
Trapped: hey r u on?
Debussy: hey waz up?
Trapped: he did it again. I don't know how much longer I can take this.
Debussy: just hang in there a little longer. I should have the money before school starts.
Trapped: I can't wait that long. He's becoming more violent more strict. It's like he knows something's going on.
Debussy: r u acting differently?
Trapped: no. but somehow he knows.
Debussy: how much do you have now?
Debussy: that should get you a plane ticket and a cab. You can stay at my place until you can find a place to stay.
Trapped: thank you. I'll try 2moro.
Debussy: I'll c u soon.
Trapped: thank you for helping me. u don't even know me.
Debussy: u r in trouble I'm not soulless like your father.
Trapped: I'll meet u at the airport ASAP.
Debussy: sweet dreams
Trapped: 2nite they might be. Thanks to you.
I heard footsteps outside me door. I quickly closed my laptop and laid down with my eyes closed. Phil walked into the room. He must have seen that my laptop was out of place because he picked it up and carried it out of the room. He slammed the door shut behind him. I flinched away from the noise.
Shit! Now I'm never getting out of here.
I stood up quickly, got dressed, packed a bag filled with some clothes, and jumped out of my window. I landed with a thud. I might have broken my ankle, but I still tried running for my car. I tripped over a branch and couldn't get up. Phil stormed out of the house, pulled my up by my hair and dragged me into the house.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" He shouted at me pointing at my laptop screen. The words of my last chat with 'Debussy' were displayed.
"It's nothing." I lied.
"TELL ME THE GOD DAMNED TRUTH!" He shook me by my throat.
"He's just a friend. I need someone to talk to sometimes." I was struggling to remove his hand, but he didn't even notice my attempts.
"YOU WERE PLANING ON LEAVING ME FOR SOME BRAT ONLINE THAT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!" He slapped my across that face with his free hand. "TELL ME THE GOD DAMNED TRUTH FOR ONCE IN YOUR MISREBLE LIFE!"
"YOU'RE TOTALLY RIGHT! MY LIFE IS MISRIBLE BECAUSE YOU'RE IN IT! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT TOOK ME AWAY FROM EVERYTHING THAT LOVED! YOU RAPE ME, BEAT ME, AND PRETEND TO LOVE ME! YOU DON'T CAR ABOUT ME YOU JUST WANT TO SATISFY YOU'RE NEEDS BY PLACING YIOU FUCKING DICK INSIDE ME! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I WISH YOU WOULD JUST KILL ME ALREADY! PUT ME PUT OF MY MISERY!" I was sobbing. I couldn't take this. I was so close to freedom and then I had to fucking trip. Tripping is what got me into this fucking mess. "I hate you." I whispered. He released me.
"Go up to your room and don't come out until you're ready to apologize."
"I think I broke my ankle. I can't walk." I whispered. He lifted me up and carried me to my bedroom.
"We will get that checked out tomorrow morning." He kissed my head and walked out of my room.
I realized that night the true reason why I didn't want to leave him or turn him in to the police; as much as I hated him for doing this crap to me, I loved him.
How fucking stupid am I?