Sorry for the short chapter, I've been having really bad writers block lately.. I'll update as soon as I can!
TWEEKS P.O V
There's really no point anymore. I'm trapped. The police won't do anything, and I don't have any friends left. If I try to run he'll just find me. He wants his perfect little boy toy? Fine. I'll be his boy toy.
"Good morning baby!" He said cheerfully as he came back into the bedroom. I didn't say anything. He sighed and hugged me. I hugged him back and he pulled me into his lap. His smile came back as quickly as it left and he kissed my forehead softly. My life is fucked up. I feel hopeless. I hate him. Should I really just give up though?
I pushed on his chest and struggled to stand up. I started to walk out of the room and I stumbled down the stairs. I felt so weak and hopeless. He followed me obviously not trusting me alone, as always. He grabbed my wrist and I winced before slapping his hand off.
He growled and pushed me onto the floor. He straddled me and held my hands above my head. I whined and tried to break out of his grip.
"Have you learned nothing?! Are you really that fucking stupid?!" I started to cry and plead.
"Please… I hate you…" I didn't mean to say that. Oh fuck. He looked shocked. I was having a panic attack at that moment and he looked murderous.
He stood up and went into the kitchen. When he came back into the living room he had a knife in his hand and there were tears in his eyes.
"N-NO! G-GET AWAY FROM ME! P-PLEASE!" I was still crying and now I was backing away. He walks towards me and slammed me back onto the floor. When my back hit the floor I lost my breathe and started to cough. He straddled me once again and held my hands above me head. Was he gonna kill me!?
"C-Craig! N-No! Please! I didn't mean it! I love you!" he ignored Me and lifted my shirt up. He drew the knife across my stomach, carving his name into my skin. I screamed at the top of my lungs. This felt worse than anything I had ever experienced and I couldn't handle this. I was to scared to let myself pass out, so I forced myself to stay awake. I continued screaming and crying, and when I looked at his face, he was smiling. He was smiling and looking into my eyes. He was enjoying this.
I know I looked hideous with snot and tears running down my face, but he just smiled and my reaction. I felt sick. I passed out.
When I woke up I had a big bandage around my whole torso. I was back in bed, and there was a huge pounding sensation running through my head. I looked around and saw painkillers and a glass of water next to me and downed them. I think that's when I realized my ankle was chains to the bed. Memories of what happened flashed in my head and I cried out again. I wanted to go home. I wanted my parents. I wanted to die.
I heard someone coming up the stairs, and I started to cry again. Craig came through the door and slapped me. I was shocked, and I didn't understand what I did to deserve this. Why me? He lied on top of me and hugged my body to his. He was terrifying to me. He kissed me neck and his hand snaked its way up my shirt. His hand was cold and I inhaled sharply. He rocked his pelvis into mine, and I cried out softly. He removed my boxers, which was all I had on me, and he removed his own clothing. I wouldn't even struggle anymore, what was the point? He lifted my legs and entered me roughly. I cried softly and grabbed onto his shoulders for support some type of comfort. He fucked me roughly and I clung to him as I sobbed. It fucking hurt. Everything he did hurt me and I'm so sick of it. In and out, in and out, that's I could focus on as I felt the pain pulsing through my body. Why me? I passed out.
