So, here is yet another chapter! Are we enjoying this fucked up storyline? I'm making it up as I got along by the way, so this story could end up being 2709175012763560 chapters long. Hope you like this! This chapter I'm going to dedicate to my brother, for no reason related to the story line what so ever. He doesn't even read my shit! Thank god... but yes, he changed the way I thought about life and I'm eternally grateful to him for that. LOVE YOU ALEX. Anyways, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! *bats eyelashes*
Chapter 11 – Escape
"There. That wasn't so bad, was it, slut?" he smirked, panting. I lay there, sobbing silently on the floor. I couldn't move, I was so horrified.
"I'll be back for round three, slut." He whispered in my ear. I wanted to kill him, but I was too traumatised to look at him. He kissed me, but I didn't kiss back. I just stared straight ahead, more silent tears overflowing from my eyes. He left me, alone in the middle of the park. I didn't move for a long time. I just stared up at the sky and cried.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I don't know how, but I found the willpower to reach for it.
1 new message from: Gerard
Hey Chris, where are you? It's getting late. xx
Sorry, coming home now. I was asked to stay late. xx I replied. I stood up, trembling. I felt like a slut, just as he had called me. I felt so dirty…
As I stumbled home with barely any awareness the scene replayed in my head, like Satan was tormenting me with images of my own suffering.
I stuck my key in the front door and trailed upstairs and into the bathroom, locking the door. I collapsed in a heap on the floor, silent cheeks painting my cheeks once again.
"Chris, are you okay?" Gerard asked from the other side of the door. I composed myself so I was capable of answering him.
"Yeah, just going to take a shower!" I got up and turned the water on. I wanted to get him off me, to wash away his filthy fingerprints. I heard Gee's footsteps walking down the stairs. I sighed, undressed and stood under the hot water.
It scolded my skin at first until it just didn't hurt anymore. I scrubbed frantically but I couldn't wash the dirty feeling off.
How the fuck am I going to deal with this? I'm a fucking wreck! I thought to myself. I didn't want to live with this. In fact, I wasn't sure if I wanted to live at all…
I let my eyes wonder around the bathroom, searching…Until I found what I was looking for. A razor blade. I stared down at my wrists for a moment. Tears ran down my cheeks but became invisible as they merged with the water from the shower.
I dragged the blade over my wrist, blood seeping through the new incision in my skin. It mixed with the water, spiralling down the plughole as it ran like liquid rubies from my wrist. The pain didn't matter to me. It felt good, like it calmed me.
I cut again and again, leaving a pattern that pulsed with blood. All I could do was smile…
Gerard
Something was up, I could tell. Normally, she walks in from work and comes into the lounge to watch television and talk to me. But not today…She was in the shower, which was weird in itself considering she had showered this morning.
But not only that. When I had asked her if she was okay, she didn't sound convincing when she said she was. I'd known her for only a week, but I could already tell when she was upset. And today she was, but I just left her to shower. She wouldn't want me bugging her.
An hour passed by and she finally got out of the bathroom. She was in their so long…Now I was sure something was up.
I walked up to her bedroom door and listened. Silence. No, wait…sobbing. Shit, she was crying!
"Chris, you better have some clothes on, because I'm coming in!" I shouted through the door. I opened it with caution, poking my head around first.
"Chris, sugar, what's wrong?" She was sat with her head in her hands, crying. I noticed cuts on her wrists…Blood on her pyjamas…She'd cut herself?
"Chris, what the fuck happened?" I sounded like I was pleading. I sat by her side but she didn't say anything. She only wrapped her arms around me and cried harder.
"Chris, if you don't talk to me I can't help." She sat up and looking directly into my eyes.
"Gee…I…" she choked. "I…was…" tears came more fiercely now, "I was raped…"
She didn't just say that, did she? No…Rage and hatred filled me. I started to shake with fury.
"Who?" I asked through clenched teeth. I would kill the motherfucker. She cried even harder. I couldn't comfort her, my anger had taken over.
"Bert." She said, so quiet I almost missed it. Bert. I am not a violent guy, but I wanted to kill the fucker. I wanted to rip his balls off, feed them to him and stab him 73 fucking times. Instead, I pulled her close to me, hugging her. A tear or two escaped.
"We have to go to the cops." I told her.
"He said he'd come back for round three…" she sobbed.
"I won't let him get you. I'll NEVER let anyone hurt you again. But we have to go to the cops. Where did he…" I paused for a moment, disgusted with the idea that that skank would touch her, "Where did he do it?"
"In…the middle of the park…"
"There will be CCTV there. We'll get him locked up, okay?" she nodded. We both sat there for ages. I couldn't help but cry with her whilst I cradled her. A prison sentence wouldn't be enough for this bastard. He needed to be taught a lesson.
After a while she cried herself to sleep. I laid her out on her bed and pulled a blanket over her. I left the room as quietly as I could, went downstairs to grab my jacket and left in search of the bastard.
It wasn't too long before I found him, sat on a bench in the park. A criminal always returns to the scene of the crime.
"Hey, Bert!" I walked over to him as though nothing had happened.
"Hey, Gee! How're you doin'?" he slurred.
"Well, I'm pretty fucked off." My expression changed completely. I punched him as hard as I could in the face.
"What the fuck, man?" he shouted.
"Don't you EVER lay another fucking finger on Christie." I screamed, kicking him in the bollocks. He fell to the floor. I kicked him a few more times and began to walk away.
"She was gagging for it." He laughed as he stood up and ran at me. He tackled me to the floor and started to punch me. I did everything in my power to get back up. It worked, considering I was now somehow stood up. He was on the floor, cringing in pain.
"Leave her the fuck alone, or you'll get a lot worse than that." I screeched as I walked off. This time, he didn't follow me.
When I got home Christie was sat on the sofa in the lounge.
"Where the fuck have you been?" she cried. I didn't answer her.
"Gerard, why are you covered in blood?" I was?
"I just beat up that scum."
"You idiot." She ran at me and hugged me.
"What did you do that for? I called the police while you were out! There was no need to…" I cut her off.
"There was every need. Prison isn't enough for him. He deserved everything he got."
"Thank you. You care about me, when no one else does, or ever has." She started to cry again, and she hugged me tighter.
"How could I not care about such a beautiful, sweet and funny young lady? I would do anything for you! But I want you to answer on question."
"Anything."
"Why did you cut yourself?"
"I used to do it all the time," she rolled up her sleeves to reveal scars I had never noticed before, "It calmed me down, made me feel better. I liked seeing the blood…" I stared at her, in shock. It was bad enough someone else hurting her, but when she hurt herself, it was like someone strangled my heart with barbed wire.
"Gerard…This is my escape."
I let it ride on a bad bet
I doubled down on a sinking ship
I need a second to catch my breath
Do you want me
Or do you want me dead?
Oh, give it up for at least a second
I'm getting sick of your bullshit attitude
And how you walk around like you shine brighter
It's killing me
So what do you say?
Do you want me
Or do you want me dead?
I've got my hands up
(Yeah, oh)
I'm staring down the barrel of a loaded night
(Loaded night)
I've got my hands up
(Yeah, yeah)
So do you want me
Do you want me dead?
You're trigger-happy at harbor side
You're taking shots at the strangers passing
There's no such thing as a perfect crime
Don't play that
You've said it enough
'Cause you want me
Or you want me dead
I've got my hands up
(Yeah, oh)
I'm staring down the barrel of a loaded night
(Loaded night)
I've got my hands up
(Yeah, yeah)
So do you want me
Do you want me
Dead set on a getaway
I'm dead set on a getaway
I'm dead set on a getaway
I'm dead set on a getaway
I let it ride on a bad bet
I doubled down on a sinking ship
I've got my hands up
(Yeah, oh)
I'm staring down the barrel of a loaded night
(Loaded night)
I've got my hands up
(Yeah, yeah)
So do you want me
What you say?
I've got my hands up
(Yeah, oh)
I'm staring down the barrel of a loaded night
(Loaded night)
I've got my hands up
(Yeah, yeah)
So do you want me
Oh, oh
Do you want me
Do you want me dead?
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