Hey all! It's me again. Finally...after like a million years. This was just a little something I made up a long time ago and I just thought that I would post it. Just for fun. :) I have no idea where I'll go with it or if I will even continue it but we shall see.
Have you ever thought that you know somebody, but in reality, you don't? Has that person come across as probably the perfect human being ever? Only to shrink into the monster you'd always meet in your worst nightmares. In front of everybody, that person is and was their excellent example of what Superman would be. Handsome, strong, smart, and absolutely foolproof. Instead of thinking the obvious: what if he isn't what you think? Is he really this good to be true or were you just imagining things, trapped within your own fantasy that he created for you.
Behind closed doors, you saw the difference. The mischievous, almost evil side. You'd think he'd traded his Superman thoughts and personality with the sheer malicious doings of Lex Luthor. That flawless twinkle in his eye that he showed for you, and you only, was long gone. Replaced by the harmful twists and bruises caused by his smooth hands. In time, you will figure out that what's been in front of you was all a lie. All the hugging, hand-holding, kissing, that was meaningless. All he ever wanted was the pleasure of hurting someone. Even if it meant disguising himself to do so. That sexual need, that lust of wanting to take control no matter what.. It was in his blood. He knew it was wrong but deep down, he couldn't help it. He had nothing but his awful childhood to remember, haunting him every step through his oncoming years.
What kept him going was.. me.
My body, my soul.
What did I do to deserve this kind of punishment?
I understood when he explained what had happened to his family when he was a young boy, I understood his need for love when he never experienced the realness of it, I even understood all the tricks he played off trying to get me in bed; it comforted him, soothing his mind for the day.
Bullshit.
I was such a stupid girl for believing in him.
If I were smart I'd alert the police, or talk to my parents - whom adored his ass with all their hearts and probably wouldn't even believe me anyway - about my situation, but no, it wasn't allowed. He threatened me. If I were to speak of anything of what he does to me, he'd kill me and my family.
Like that would get him anywhere.
It wasn't like he was a professional hitman or something.. Oh, shit.
Long story short, my name is Rachel Stevens and I am nineteen years old; almost ready for college, and pretty damn excited about it too. I'm also dating Trevor Hinds; twenty years old, and have been together for two years as of now. If this were a movie, he would be the leading man. Apart from all of that crap, I get raped and beaten by this guy on a daily basis.
This is my story, this is my life.
You're more than welcome to cook up some popcorn and get comfy on the couch with some friends. Cause folks, this is going to get rough. Pun intended.
Welcome to paradise!
No, really; welcome to hell.
Seattle, Washington to be exact.