I couldn’t speak as he covered my mouth. The monster’s movements were harsh, and his clawed hands were roaming my body with so much force that I was scratched, bleeding, and in pain. I couldn’t think straight because of the pain, but I knew that he was right. I had to control my emotions, for me to be free to move.
I tried to stop myself from screaming, and he noticed it, so he thrusted harder, faster, and deeper, and I screamed again in pain while he laughed. I screamed, but I used my scream to calm myself while I was being violated. I needed to be strong and control my emotions fast, before I lost myself in the darkness of pain and fear completely.
“Trying to control your emotions, huh?” The monster laughed and grabbed my throat as he lifted me up by my throat. I felt like I was about to faint, but seeing his face for the first time made my skin crawl.
The monster had black scales for skin
"Don't look at me like you don't know me, you whore. You're the reason why my cousin Rian isn't with us anymore. You have the guts to go back to this town, but you don't have the guts to kill yourself after what happened to him because of your selfish doing?" I looked at the lady who wore a plain navy blue shirt, sexy shorts that looked like panties, and sneakers. Her taste is awful, but the way she spoke to me showed that her attitude was awful as well. Despite having nice fair skin, her pink and black hair, and her excessive accessories made me want to look the other way. "Excuse me, but I have no interest in picking a fight with someone like you, Anita," I looked at her as she glared at me, " you know nothing about us, and that includes the reason he's gone. So it's better for you to stop embarrassing yourself and leave me alone while you still haven't embarrassed yourself." The woman was Rian's younger cousin, and she was eighteen years old, if I'm no
"Speak, Shyne! Your father is going to be furious when he hears about this!" I opened my mouth to try and speak, but the sound of a car rushing inside the house made me freeze again. It was hot outside, but the sound and sight of my father’s car made me believe I was in the middle of a snow storm because of the cold that I was feeling at the moment. "It's your father…" my mom said in a worried tone. She tried to position herself in a way that she somehow shielded me from my father’s view as the both of us took small steps backwards. I looked at the car that stopped in front of us a few meters away, and without missing a beat, my father got out of the car and his eyes were furious as he held my terrified gaze. He matched towards me, and all I could do was close my eyes
“Are you sure that you want to throw all of this away?” Izzy asked as she helped me clear my mini library in my room where I had more than three hundred books. I looked at the book, and I felt a tingle of hurt in my heart with every book that we took down and put in the huge box. I looked at the sets of books that cost me thousands of dollars, and hundreds of hours just to read all of them. “Yeah, Izzy,” I said as I grabbed the set of Percy Jackson Books by Rick Riordan, and I could almost feel tears form in my eyes, “these books seem like they’re harmless, but I know in myself what they do to me, and I know how much these books affect me spiritually. I need to let go of these books and set myself free from myself and my addiction.” "Fine, but I still think that it's a waste sine you spent more than fifteen years collecting all of these books," she said as she arranged a few more books in
I took a deep breath and I braced myself as the bed rocked back and forth a bit more aggressively. I didn't scream or call anyone, because at this point, all I felt was anger towards whatever force was making this bed move."Stop it…", I whispered as I gripped my sheets to try and balance myself, "I said stop it. I mean it."My lips were trembling and every hair on my body was standing. I felt my sweat drip from my forehead, and I took calm breaths. I needed to be strong, so I closed my eyes and jumped out of bed.I opened my eyes when I didn't feel the floor. Instead, I saw myself falling, and everything around me was pitch black. I tried to strain my eyes and see past the dark surroundings, but I couldn't do anything.
It has been a few days since the dream I had, and that white and warm light appeared in my dream. I’m just living life one day at a time, and I try my best to stop thinking of negative things. I feel like for the first time in my life, I can try and convince myself that I’m doing great. “Hey, Shyne,” Perry called me, and I looked up to see her with a broad smile, “I kept sending messages to you but you’re not replying.” She said and I quickly took my phone from inside of my bag and checked. “Oh, I’m sorry, Perry, I was just so caught up in painting and sketching that I lost track of time, and I didn’t notice that my phone was on silent. I just used my laptop, so I guess I forgot to check if someone texted me.” She just rolled her eyes and smiled at me as she sat on the chair that was opposite of mine. We were now in the garden of our house as I tried to paint the flowers around me. It was one of the few times that I was extremely calm, and I feel like I didn’t have to think of anyth
"You told me to trust you and to not worry about this pathetic bastard! Or is this Rian boy a new one, huh, Shyne?! Are you that big of a slut young lady, that no one in this family was able to track down while hell you were in as a teenager?!" My father shouted. I felt myself turn cold, and I could swear that my hair felt like it turned white as nervousness settled in the pit of my stomach, and my entire body froze on the spot. I looked at the paper on my hand and glanced at the ones that were on my father's desk. I deleted these photos, and some of the photos didn't even come from me. They were selfies of my and Rian, and there were even ones where we just finished having sex and I had the bed covers surrounding me so only my shoulders and arms wer exposed aside from my head. I even had bed hair.
“This is your fault. You did this to yourself, and as much as I hate to admit it, you deserve to die,” A woman’s voice echoed, but my eyes wouldn’t open. “You’re such a failure! One disappointing attempt after another!” My head throbbed, “You didn’t even die after trying to drown yourself! You are such a disgrace!” A man’s voice bellowed with hatred. I could hear the two voices scream again and again with multiple insults, but all I could do was keep my eyes closed and hope that they couldn’t tell that I was awake. Their words stung, and I could feel the tears on the side of my eyes begin to build up and drop from my closed eyes. “You’re the reason she became this rebellious! You tolerate her uselessness, and now look at what she became!” The man shouted. “Me?! You’re the one who put all those ideas and pressure on her shoulders! YOU made her want to kill herself, and you have no one else to blame but yourself! Let’s just hope that she dies afte
My tears fell as I rocked myself back and forth while my mother and father were fighting again outside of my room. I locked myself inside my room, and knocked down one of the shelves to make sure they would not be able to open the door. I closed my eyes as I recalled how much anger was in my dad's eyes. Before he reached me, my mom was able to tackle him to the ground, and in a split second after my mom's eyes and my eyes met, I dashed back to the house and ran quickly in my room. I opened my eyes when a familiar sticky scent engulfed my nostrils. I remembered that scent, and I didn't like what happened everytime that scent was around. It was Rian's scenet mixed with his own scent after we had sex in the past. It was sticky and sweet, and it was as if our bodies were mixed with his body spray. I suppressed my sudden urge to vomit at the thought of his presence appearing again. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I took deep breaths as the room became colder and colde