“Yes, that’s right,” I nodded my head. Trying to convince myself I was strong enough to do this. “I’m leaving you! You’re hateful and abuse me! I deserve better than you!” Kind of…
“You’re really going to leave me, Erik? But what about all the fun we had together?” He took another step toward me. I cringed, stop being so afraid, I sternly told myself.
“Fun for Ты maybe. All I’ve gained from this relationship was these,” I stuck out my arm and pointed to my face. He only looked at me and shook his head.
“I didn’t give Ты all of those scars and Ты know it. You’re parents gave Ты some, the kids at your school did…” Trayce trailed off, staring at me. I think he thought I was going to break and jump into his arms. Even if I did he would’ve thrown me out the five-story window или something equally as bad.
“I know what they did, Trayce. I couldn’t get away from that though, I can get away from you!” I turned and bolted out of the apartment door. Curses and threats poured from the opened doorway. I felt myself start to shake, but I pushed back the thought and kept running. I knew what would happen if he caught me, and I would have еще than scars to Показать for it afterwards.
I woke clutching my black hair and sweating. This was one of my many dreams concerning the день I had left my abusive ex-boyfriend, Trayce. I hadn’t heard much out of him in the past month. I feared that could change at any moment though. My best friend, Ezekiel, swore I was only being paranoid.
I got up from the постель, кровати with a groan and walked into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. Every single one of my scars stood out against my pale skin. Especially the one that ran under my left eye. That one had the worst story behind it by far. I touched it lightly.
Trayce had knocked me down six flights of stairs. After letting me lie there a while, he took me back to his apartment and laid burning matches against my skin. Every time I screamed he would take a нож to my face. I only screamed once and that was the only bad injury I had received.
I shuttered at the memory. I turned on the sink, took some cold water, and splashed it on my face, hoping it would wash the memories away. I dried up the excess water, and went back into my room. I shrugged on a pair of jeans and a dark jacket. I went downstairs.
Ezekiel was already awake, and standing in the кухня with a cup of coffee in his hand. His hair was pushed back by a headband and it was sticking up everywhere. I gave him a slight grin and he gave me the finger.
“Love Ты too, man,” I сказал(-а) and walked over to the cabinet. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but it had to be important if I was looking for it.
“Yeah, yeah,” I could tell he was rolling his big, brown eyes. “You weren’t the one up at six-thirty this morning checking to make sure a certain someone was okay.” I knew he was up every morning to check on me. Ezekiel knew all about Trayce and exactly what kind of dreams I had and the extremity they went to. I turned around and looked at him.
“I was fine, but thanks for checking,” I went back to the cabinet. “I don’t see why Ты didn’t go back to bed.”
“Because Ты weren’t fine. When I woke up Ты were shrieking and your tears were at no end,” I turned back to look at Ezekiel who wore an expression of concern. “So, are Ты going to tell me what that dream was about?”
I bit my lip. Should I really tell him about this one? It’s not like it was terrible… “No, not this time.” I walked away from the cabinet and over to the counter. I hopped on вверх of it and sat, swinging my legs off the side.
“And why not?” He raised an eyebrow, and sat in one of the wooden chairs surrounding the table.
“Because this one wasn’t as bad,” I сказал(-а) simply. I glanced over at the clock, I had slept longer than usual. It was nearing three. “Shouldn’t Ты be getting ready for work?”
“What?” Ezekiel glanced up at the clock. “Probably…You’re coming with me tonight.” He stood up putting his coffee cup in the sink.
“What? Why?” I thought for a moment. “Aren’t I under age anyway? I thought Ты had to be twenty-one to enter that club! I’m only nineteen.”
“Erik,” Ezekiel looked over at me. “I am twenty and they let me bartend. I’m pretty sure they will let you, my nineteen год old friend, hang on the dance floor for a few hours.”
“I don’t want to go,” I whined as he walked out of the room.
“Should’ve thought about that before not telling me your dream then!” He called back and I heard the bathroom door close.
I sighed and jumped off the counter. This sucked, normally he didn’t make me go to Renting Air with him. He would leave me in the care of his boyfriend, Darryn. I’m not sure if Ты could call it care though, it was еще like torture. I got really bored with Darryn, all he did was sit and read. I need conversation, but that‘s why I lived with Ezekiel, he was always up for a good chat.
I walked over to the phone, it was blinking. A new message. I hit the play button and waited as the machine read through the time and date. Finally the message started, all I heard was someone take a breath and hang up. I frowned and picked up the phone. I started flipping through the Последнее calls. I came to the one this morning, it had been ignored.
I looked at the number…Hmm, wasn’t familiar. It was probably the wrong number, или a telemarketer…Or it could be our landlord, Ezekiel did mail the rent late…
I bit my lip and sat the phone down. I went into my room and waited until Ezekiel was ready. Then, I could get my long night standing boredly at a club I had only been to once. And that had been when they were closed…
*** *** ***
I reluctantly walked into the pulsating club Ezekiel was dragging me into. He should know not to let a nineteen год old in here. The club was packed with moving bodies. Guys were grinding one another on the dance floor, and girls were in the corner taking shots and groping each other.
Colored lights gleamed off of the sweat pouring off of the bodies squeezed together. I looked down at the black floor as Ezekiel pulled me past some guys that were heavily making out and practically having sex on the dance floor.
When we finally reached the back room I looked up. Ezekiel’s boss, Bryce, gave me a once over and looked over at Ezekiel.
“This is him?” He asked.
“Yeah, so can he stay или not?” Ezekiel raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. Finally taking his hand away from my wrist.
“He has to stay outside. I don’t need any nose-bleeds in my club,” Bryce twirled around and started off in the other direction.
“Well, looks like you’ll be hanging on the steps.” Ezekiel looked over at me, and grinned at my кислый look.
“Why couldn’t Ты leave me with Darryn?” I asked.
“Well, he had plans with his friend tonight. I didn’t think it was fair of me to interrupt his plans, he never interrupts mine,” Ezekiel guided me out of the club. I sat down on the steps about fifteen feet away from the bouncer.
“So, how long do Ты have to work?” I looked up at Ezekiel.
“Until midnight. Stay out of trouble, ‘kay?” He ruffled my hair and went over to the bouncer. They exchanged a few words and he looked back at me then to Ezekiel and nodded. Great, I had a babysitter.
I leaned back against the brick Стена of the building. This was going to be a long night. At least I had thought to wear a jacket, it could get cold. I looked over at the bouncer, he seemed to be engrossed in his work…I stood up slowly still looking at the bouncer. He hadn’t noticed me. I took a step around the corner, and disappeared into the alleyway.
Maybe I could find something to do now that I was away from the club. Even if it did mean hanging out in a dingy alley for a few hours. I looked around, a мусорный контейнер, корзина для мусора, корзины sat on the left side and pieces of trash were scattered around it. I wrinkled my nose and kicked a piece of God-knows-how-old meat under the dumpster. I walked further into the alley.
I turned around noticing a shadow that hadn’t been there a moment ago. The Источник of the shadow was a guy, I squinted at him not being able to tell who he was because of the fading daylight. He moved forward, and I heard him chuckle when I retreated. I knew that voice, it was Trayce.
“Why didn’t Ты answer my phone call today, Erik?” He asked holding his head up in a superior way, trying to make me feel small.
“I didn’t realize it was you,” I took a few steps back. My сердце rate picked up, fearing what I knew would happen.
“Well, it’s alright. Ты can talk to me now,” Trayce to a few steps toward me, making me retreat and run into a wall. “Or better yet, we could have some fun.” Trayce flashed a shady grin, and neared me. I cringed into the Стена behind me. He closed the distance between us and grabbed me.
Trayce spun me around and pushed me face first into the brick wall. I felt my skin grind into the brick, I gritted my teeth in an effort to keep from screaming. Trayce bent down to get close to my ear.
“Come on Erik, yell, scream for help, something,” I bit my lip and felt my eyes start to water. Trayce waited a moment as if expecting me to do as he said. “Fine then, don’t.”
Trayce bit my neck and softly kissed it. I felt my stomach roll. This had happened to many times, and I still couldn’t get used to it. Unlike all the suffering and pain I had been through. The blood wasn’t bad anymore it was the rape I couldn’t manage to get around.
I felt my pants go down around my ankles and Trayce pushed me further into the wall. I felt my vision start to blur, and my breathing sped up.
“Come on baby, you’ll be fine. It’s just like old times, remember?” I groaned when he made contact with me. I didn’t want to remember. I started to get dark spots in my vision, and my knees began to buckle. The only thing holding me up was being pressed against the Стена with Trayce’s body.
“Erik!” I heard a voice, and something sharp and cold struck my back. Trayce pulled off, and I fell to the ground. It was all black.
“You’re really going to leave me, Erik? But what about all the fun we had together?” He took another step toward me. I cringed, stop being so afraid, I sternly told myself.
“Fun for Ты maybe. All I’ve gained from this relationship was these,” I stuck out my arm and pointed to my face. He only looked at me and shook his head.
“I didn’t give Ты all of those scars and Ты know it. You’re parents gave Ты some, the kids at your school did…” Trayce trailed off, staring at me. I think he thought I was going to break and jump into his arms. Even if I did he would’ve thrown me out the five-story window или something equally as bad.
“I know what they did, Trayce. I couldn’t get away from that though, I can get away from you!” I turned and bolted out of the apartment door. Curses and threats poured from the opened doorway. I felt myself start to shake, but I pushed back the thought and kept running. I knew what would happen if he caught me, and I would have еще than scars to Показать for it afterwards.
I woke clutching my black hair and sweating. This was one of my many dreams concerning the день I had left my abusive ex-boyfriend, Trayce. I hadn’t heard much out of him in the past month. I feared that could change at any moment though. My best friend, Ezekiel, swore I was only being paranoid.
I got up from the постель, кровати with a groan and walked into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. Every single one of my scars stood out against my pale skin. Especially the one that ran under my left eye. That one had the worst story behind it by far. I touched it lightly.
Trayce had knocked me down six flights of stairs. After letting me lie there a while, he took me back to his apartment and laid burning matches against my skin. Every time I screamed he would take a нож to my face. I only screamed once and that was the only bad injury I had received.
I shuttered at the memory. I turned on the sink, took some cold water, and splashed it on my face, hoping it would wash the memories away. I dried up the excess water, and went back into my room. I shrugged on a pair of jeans and a dark jacket. I went downstairs.
Ezekiel was already awake, and standing in the кухня with a cup of coffee in his hand. His hair was pushed back by a headband and it was sticking up everywhere. I gave him a slight grin and he gave me the finger.
“Love Ты too, man,” I сказал(-а) and walked over to the cabinet. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but it had to be important if I was looking for it.
“Yeah, yeah,” I could tell he was rolling his big, brown eyes. “You weren’t the one up at six-thirty this morning checking to make sure a certain someone was okay.” I knew he was up every morning to check on me. Ezekiel knew all about Trayce and exactly what kind of dreams I had and the extremity they went to. I turned around and looked at him.
“I was fine, but thanks for checking,” I went back to the cabinet. “I don’t see why Ты didn’t go back to bed.”
“Because Ты weren’t fine. When I woke up Ты were shrieking and your tears were at no end,” I turned back to look at Ezekiel who wore an expression of concern. “So, are Ты going to tell me what that dream was about?”
I bit my lip. Should I really tell him about this one? It’s not like it was terrible… “No, not this time.” I walked away from the cabinet and over to the counter. I hopped on вверх of it and sat, swinging my legs off the side.
“And why not?” He raised an eyebrow, and sat in one of the wooden chairs surrounding the table.
“Because this one wasn’t as bad,” I сказал(-а) simply. I glanced over at the clock, I had slept longer than usual. It was nearing three. “Shouldn’t Ты be getting ready for work?”
“What?” Ezekiel glanced up at the clock. “Probably…You’re coming with me tonight.” He stood up putting his coffee cup in the sink.
“What? Why?” I thought for a moment. “Aren’t I under age anyway? I thought Ты had to be twenty-one to enter that club! I’m only nineteen.”
“Erik,” Ezekiel looked over at me. “I am twenty and they let me bartend. I’m pretty sure they will let you, my nineteen год old friend, hang on the dance floor for a few hours.”
“I don’t want to go,” I whined as he walked out of the room.
“Should’ve thought about that before not telling me your dream then!” He called back and I heard the bathroom door close.
I sighed and jumped off the counter. This sucked, normally he didn’t make me go to Renting Air with him. He would leave me in the care of his boyfriend, Darryn. I’m not sure if Ты could call it care though, it was еще like torture. I got really bored with Darryn, all he did was sit and read. I need conversation, but that‘s why I lived with Ezekiel, he was always up for a good chat.
I walked over to the phone, it was blinking. A new message. I hit the play button and waited as the machine read through the time and date. Finally the message started, all I heard was someone take a breath and hang up. I frowned and picked up the phone. I started flipping through the Последнее calls. I came to the one this morning, it had been ignored.
I looked at the number…Hmm, wasn’t familiar. It was probably the wrong number, или a telemarketer…Or it could be our landlord, Ezekiel did mail the rent late…
I bit my lip and sat the phone down. I went into my room and waited until Ezekiel was ready. Then, I could get my long night standing boredly at a club I had only been to once. And that had been when they were closed…
*** *** ***
I reluctantly walked into the pulsating club Ezekiel was dragging me into. He should know not to let a nineteen год old in here. The club was packed with moving bodies. Guys were grinding one another on the dance floor, and girls were in the corner taking shots and groping each other.
Colored lights gleamed off of the sweat pouring off of the bodies squeezed together. I looked down at the black floor as Ezekiel pulled me past some guys that were heavily making out and practically having sex on the dance floor.
When we finally reached the back room I looked up. Ezekiel’s boss, Bryce, gave me a once over and looked over at Ezekiel.
“This is him?” He asked.
“Yeah, so can he stay или not?” Ezekiel raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. Finally taking his hand away from my wrist.
“He has to stay outside. I don’t need any nose-bleeds in my club,” Bryce twirled around and started off in the other direction.
“Well, looks like you’ll be hanging on the steps.” Ezekiel looked over at me, and grinned at my кислый look.
“Why couldn’t Ты leave me with Darryn?” I asked.
“Well, he had plans with his friend tonight. I didn’t think it was fair of me to interrupt his plans, he never interrupts mine,” Ezekiel guided me out of the club. I sat down on the steps about fifteen feet away from the bouncer.
“So, how long do Ты have to work?” I looked up at Ezekiel.
“Until midnight. Stay out of trouble, ‘kay?” He ruffled my hair and went over to the bouncer. They exchanged a few words and he looked back at me then to Ezekiel and nodded. Great, I had a babysitter.
I leaned back against the brick Стена of the building. This was going to be a long night. At least I had thought to wear a jacket, it could get cold. I looked over at the bouncer, he seemed to be engrossed in his work…I stood up slowly still looking at the bouncer. He hadn’t noticed me. I took a step around the corner, and disappeared into the alleyway.
Maybe I could find something to do now that I was away from the club. Even if it did mean hanging out in a dingy alley for a few hours. I looked around, a мусорный контейнер, корзина для мусора, корзины sat on the left side and pieces of trash were scattered around it. I wrinkled my nose and kicked a piece of God-knows-how-old meat under the dumpster. I walked further into the alley.
I turned around noticing a shadow that hadn’t been there a moment ago. The Источник of the shadow was a guy, I squinted at him not being able to tell who he was because of the fading daylight. He moved forward, and I heard him chuckle when I retreated. I knew that voice, it was Trayce.
“Why didn’t Ты answer my phone call today, Erik?” He asked holding his head up in a superior way, trying to make me feel small.
“I didn’t realize it was you,” I took a few steps back. My сердце rate picked up, fearing what I knew would happen.
“Well, it’s alright. Ты can talk to me now,” Trayce to a few steps toward me, making me retreat and run into a wall. “Or better yet, we could have some fun.” Trayce flashed a shady grin, and neared me. I cringed into the Стена behind me. He closed the distance between us and grabbed me.
Trayce spun me around and pushed me face first into the brick wall. I felt my skin grind into the brick, I gritted my teeth in an effort to keep from screaming. Trayce bent down to get close to my ear.
“Come on Erik, yell, scream for help, something,” I bit my lip and felt my eyes start to water. Trayce waited a moment as if expecting me to do as he said. “Fine then, don’t.”
Trayce bit my neck and softly kissed it. I felt my stomach roll. This had happened to many times, and I still couldn’t get used to it. Unlike all the suffering and pain I had been through. The blood wasn’t bad anymore it was the rape I couldn’t manage to get around.
I felt my pants go down around my ankles and Trayce pushed me further into the wall. I felt my vision start to blur, and my breathing sped up.
“Come on baby, you’ll be fine. It’s just like old times, remember?” I groaned when he made contact with me. I didn’t want to remember. I started to get dark spots in my vision, and my knees began to buckle. The only thing holding me up was being pressed against the Стена with Trayce’s body.
“Erik!” I heard a voice, and something sharp and cold struck my back. Trayce pulled off, and I fell to the ground. It was all black.