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Original - Misc › Drugs and Alcohol
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
28
Views:
2,009
Reviews:
6
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0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 21
Author's Note: Why did I let this happen? Shame on me.
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A few days had passed since I saw Chris at the store and I couldn't stop thinking about him. I missed the times we used to spend together and the good memories we'd shared.
I sat on the couch of our apartment, watching some reruns of Family Matters. I always loved Steve Urkel, and just as he and Carl were about to do something hilarious, Matt stormed in the apartment, soaking wet, his hair matted around his face like a dark and mysterious angelic halo, and he slammed the door loudly, before quickly making his way to the bedroom.
"Honey?" I called out. With no response, I reluctantly hit the off button on the television remote, placing a hand on my aching back, and waddling after him in a crooked fashion. I saw him stripping his wet clothes off his body and then my hormones started to go all out of whack. I wanted him so badly right then and there that I walked over and wrapped my arms around him, as far as I could, feeling his toned chest and stomach, hands traveling lower.
He whipped his head around so fiercely I was afraid he had perhaps broken his neck. He stared at me, his eyes glazed. He was on something, I knew, but I wasn't sure what, and I felt disappointed and betrayed. Ever since I had given up meth for the baby's sake, he promised to do it with me, and up until this point, he had.
"Oh, Matt," I whispered, as he stared at me intently. I began to fill up with hurt and anger and rage. "What did you do?" No response. I began to scream, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO? WHY DID YOU DO THIS?"
His big strong hand didn't cradle my cheek this time as he apologized, instead, it struck my cheek harshly, leaving my face burning with heat and my eyes flooded with stinging tears. Before I even knew what was happening, my hand reached out and I swung at his face, hitting him with all the strength I could. I was turning my life around. I was trying to be happy and healthy. No more drugs. No more insecurity.
I knew as I saw his eyes glare into me, lit as though small fires blazed inside of those once honey irises, turned black, that I'd made the wrong decision hitting him back. I felt trapped, and all I could think of was to run. I headed for the door, as quickly as my legs could carry me and my extra weight, until I heard Matt behind me, and his fist captured a handful of my hair.
He pulled me back so hard that my scalp ached in pain and my head jerked back violently. I began to scream and sob. What was he on? What was he thinking? He began to breathe heavily, and I was convinced he had lost it.
He pulled off his last remaining article of clothing, his boxers, and I cringed. I knew what was coming, but I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to relive that. So I did the only thing I could think of.
I begged.
"No, Matt, please," I was in hysterics now, sobbing so hard that my whole body shook, so hysterically that I couldn't see and I almost couldn't breath. He inched closer to me. "No!" I wailed helplessly.
One strong hand pinned both of my wrists above my head as the other lifted me up gingerly, pulling down my pajama pants and underwear in one swift movement. He entered me too swiftly, too roughly, and I screamed and cried even more than I ever knew possible as he violated me, again and again.
He never said a word.
And when it was all over, he got up quickly; putting his boxers back on and making his way back to the bedroom, expecting me to follow. I arranged my clothes, and then quickly ran to the door, fleeing as fast as I could. I wasn't sure where I was going. I wasn't going to the police. I could never do that because I loved Matt too much. I wasn't going to my parents house- they simply would say that they told me so and rub it in my face, never allowing me to see him again. All I did know was that I was afraid of him. I was afraid because he was under the influence of what, I didn't know, but it was fucking with his mind, and I was afraid of that person.
I would come back later on in the night when I knew he had to be sound asleep. By then he would be calm. I headed to the stairwell of our apartment that led to the first floor, deciding I would have some ice cream at the local ice cream shop and drift around until I was ready to go back.
Then I heard the door slam behind me, and when I turned around I was met with Matt's gaze- boring and petrifying. He began to make his way towards me in big strides, and I panicked.
I ran down the steps of the stairwell, and upon the landing of the second floor, I tripped, falling and hitting my head on every step, screaming, doing my best to wrap my hands around my stomach, praying and praying that I would just get up after the fall.
"Allison?" I heard Matt ask in a panicked voice. I saw him lean over the railing, seeing me sprawled out and broken on the floor below. "ALLISON!" He ran down as quickly as he could, rushing to my side, cradling me in his arms, and as I was sitting up, I saw a small pool of blood forming between my legs.
I screamed, and then almost instantly, like a curtain call, everything went black.
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A few days had passed since I saw Chris at the store and I couldn't stop thinking about him. I missed the times we used to spend together and the good memories we'd shared.
I sat on the couch of our apartment, watching some reruns of Family Matters. I always loved Steve Urkel, and just as he and Carl were about to do something hilarious, Matt stormed in the apartment, soaking wet, his hair matted around his face like a dark and mysterious angelic halo, and he slammed the door loudly, before quickly making his way to the bedroom.
"Honey?" I called out. With no response, I reluctantly hit the off button on the television remote, placing a hand on my aching back, and waddling after him in a crooked fashion. I saw him stripping his wet clothes off his body and then my hormones started to go all out of whack. I wanted him so badly right then and there that I walked over and wrapped my arms around him, as far as I could, feeling his toned chest and stomach, hands traveling lower.
He whipped his head around so fiercely I was afraid he had perhaps broken his neck. He stared at me, his eyes glazed. He was on something, I knew, but I wasn't sure what, and I felt disappointed and betrayed. Ever since I had given up meth for the baby's sake, he promised to do it with me, and up until this point, he had.
"Oh, Matt," I whispered, as he stared at me intently. I began to fill up with hurt and anger and rage. "What did you do?" No response. I began to scream, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO? WHY DID YOU DO THIS?"
His big strong hand didn't cradle my cheek this time as he apologized, instead, it struck my cheek harshly, leaving my face burning with heat and my eyes flooded with stinging tears. Before I even knew what was happening, my hand reached out and I swung at his face, hitting him with all the strength I could. I was turning my life around. I was trying to be happy and healthy. No more drugs. No more insecurity.
I knew as I saw his eyes glare into me, lit as though small fires blazed inside of those once honey irises, turned black, that I'd made the wrong decision hitting him back. I felt trapped, and all I could think of was to run. I headed for the door, as quickly as my legs could carry me and my extra weight, until I heard Matt behind me, and his fist captured a handful of my hair.
He pulled me back so hard that my scalp ached in pain and my head jerked back violently. I began to scream and sob. What was he on? What was he thinking? He began to breathe heavily, and I was convinced he had lost it.
He pulled off his last remaining article of clothing, his boxers, and I cringed. I knew what was coming, but I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to relive that. So I did the only thing I could think of.
I begged.
"No, Matt, please," I was in hysterics now, sobbing so hard that my whole body shook, so hysterically that I couldn't see and I almost couldn't breath. He inched closer to me. "No!" I wailed helplessly.
One strong hand pinned both of my wrists above my head as the other lifted me up gingerly, pulling down my pajama pants and underwear in one swift movement. He entered me too swiftly, too roughly, and I screamed and cried even more than I ever knew possible as he violated me, again and again.
He never said a word.
And when it was all over, he got up quickly; putting his boxers back on and making his way back to the bedroom, expecting me to follow. I arranged my clothes, and then quickly ran to the door, fleeing as fast as I could. I wasn't sure where I was going. I wasn't going to the police. I could never do that because I loved Matt too much. I wasn't going to my parents house- they simply would say that they told me so and rub it in my face, never allowing me to see him again. All I did know was that I was afraid of him. I was afraid because he was under the influence of what, I didn't know, but it was fucking with his mind, and I was afraid of that person.
I would come back later on in the night when I knew he had to be sound asleep. By then he would be calm. I headed to the stairwell of our apartment that led to the first floor, deciding I would have some ice cream at the local ice cream shop and drift around until I was ready to go back.
Then I heard the door slam behind me, and when I turned around I was met with Matt's gaze- boring and petrifying. He began to make his way towards me in big strides, and I panicked.
I ran down the steps of the stairwell, and upon the landing of the second floor, I tripped, falling and hitting my head on every step, screaming, doing my best to wrap my hands around my stomach, praying and praying that I would just get up after the fall.
"Allison?" I heard Matt ask in a panicked voice. I saw him lean over the railing, seeing me sprawled out and broken on the floor below. "ALLISON!" He ran down as quickly as he could, rushing to my side, cradling me in his arms, and as I was sitting up, I saw a small pool of blood forming between my legs.
I screamed, and then almost instantly, like a curtain call, everything went black.