Riley
Author's Note: I wrote this story in dedication of my best friend and her daughter Riley. Yes she might kill me for it, but I had fun writing this fic. The story takes place in a make believe high school environment.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans.
Pain.
That was all she could feel. Everywhere, pain.
In her head. In her chest. In her legs and down to her feet.
She slowly opened her eyes, but shut them, again. It hurt just to open them.
Raven could feel the cold wind blow, but the back of her head and legs were warm. She took on of her hands and reached behind her hair. It was damp, and she could feel a thick liquid cling to the tips of her fingers. She knew she was bleeding.
Slowly, again, she tried to open her eyes. It stung, but she needed to see where she was.
It was dark. The sky was dark blue. A few stars twinkled in it's on going layer. A full moon helped light it up. In the corner of a stone brick wall, Raven could make out two small bundles. She realized it was her clothes. Her waist down was naked.
She tried to sit up. Her arms ached and strained against her weight. The wet hair clung to the sides of her face. Her legs were sliding from underneath her. They were covered with blood and other fluids.
Her sides wracked with pain, and her joints seemed to quake. It took as much strength as she had to just sit up.
Raven did her best trying to remember what happened.
She remembered her friends ordering pizza. Gar offering a ride home. Then she thought of that man.
Raven cried as she put the pieces together on what she was doing in the alley like this. Oh, God! Why did she not ride home with, Gar? She'd give anything right now to be anywhere, but there. Even with her drunken bastard of a father.
She looked up at the sky as if the answer to her problem would be written in the stars. Instead, the moon seemed to be mocking her with it's bright shining light. It was her only source of light in the dark alley.
Raven thought about trying to stand up. She fell right back down again. Never has she felt so weak.
She thought of her father's rage when she'd come home looking the way she did. How would she explain it? Raven slowly inched her way to wards one of the side walls, and pulled herself to her knees. When she got to her pants she did her best to put them on as fast as she could. She could tell morning was on it's way by the faint purple in the sky.
After what seemed like an eternity, Raven was trying to get back up. The pain in between her legs felt unbearable. She fell once, but knew she had to get home as soon as possible.
The girl used the sides of walls and houses for support as she made her way down the street. No lights were on. No cars were rushing by. Not even the street lamps were lit. She was thankful.
Her legs felt like jello from under her. She was sick to her stomach and just wanted to go to bed. She started sobbing.
A little way further, Raven noticed the familiar shape of her house.
The old rotting tiles soon came into view. A window was freshly smashed, and a hole in the door proved how angry her father must be.
Cold sweat dripped down her face and blurred her vision as she neared the house. She could barely make out the shape of the gold colored door handle as her hand reached for it, and slowly turned it. Raven carefully opened the door trying not to make a sound, incase her father was sleeping.
She was right. On the couch lay the massive figure of her father. Clothes and dishes covered the floors, chairs, and tables. The smell of alcohol still lingered in the air.
As she walked, Raven did her best not to walk on any bundles, afraid the noise might wake Trigon Roth.
It didn't take long to find the rotting stairs that led to the bathroom and her room.
Slowly she ascended. Her stomach ached even more with every step she took. It became hard to breath.
After twenty steps, she was at the top. The pain in her stomach was so bad, she decided to crawl to the bathroom. She used her hand to feel along the walls until she came to the splintered wood door that led to where she needed to be. Raven turned the knob and went inside. Using the walls for support, again, Raven crawled to her feet and turned on the light. She didn't even recognize herself when she looked in the mirror.
Her hair was a mess. Tangled, damp, and sticky strands stuck in the front and sides of her face, which was covered in dried tears, spit, and blood. Her throat was bruised and red as was most of her body.
The girl ran to the toilet, flipped the seat up and vomited. She cried. Raven cried harder when she checked herself over and came to the cold hard fact that she was raped. She needed a shower more then anything.
She walked over to it and turned the water on hot. She undressed as the steam poured through the cracks in the shower.
Never had she felt so refreshed. The hot water soothed her chilled and bruised skin. She thought she'd never be clean, again. Her legs were throbbing. In the shower she noticed how black and blue she really was. It made her father's small show of affection look like nothing.
"RAVEN! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU DIRTY, ROTTEN BITCH!"
Raven knew her father's voice all to well. She turned the water off, put on a robe, and met her father downstairs.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading this. I'm working on making chapter's longer.
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