Hey again everyone. This story is getting darker so if you don't like, then just don't read. Feel free to review.
- Weffie
The next day dawned on Tasha. Previous doings of the day before rushed through her head.
Looking around she noticed she was back in the same room as yesterday. Noting that no one was around, she got out of bed and went over to the window. Being careful and quiet as possible, she began climbing down the pipe, her feet slipping slightly.
Her nails made screeching noises down the pipe, them digging into it hard.
"Damn heights…" Muttered Tasha.
Upon landing on the ground, she gave a quick sigh of relief before running off before either boy could spot her.
Tasha's POV
I couldn't decide what was worse. My house or Kai's. I can either stay with those two and probably be sent to Rehab or something. OR I can stay with auntzilla and get my ass kicked. Choices, choices.
I subconsciously walked back to my house. Spotting a pipe near my window I figured that I might as well try and climb it. Might save me being beaten again.
Ok so it seemed to be a bit trickier than I imagined ….
I struggled to climb up. I looked like a fish out of water or something like that. It would be quite amusing if it wasn't for the fact I might die or something!
"Ah fuck it!" I gave up and walked into the house via the front door, making sure to power walk so I wouldn't get stopped or tackled.
Muahahaha I made it without getting any bruises. Surprise surprise. Oh I just love when my voice is laced with sarcasm…
I fell on my bed, hugging my pillow tightly. I hate life…
At Kai's House
Tala sighed and walked into the kitchen.
"She's gone."
Shaking his head, Kai sighed too. "I figured she would find some way to escape."
"What should we do?"
"Let her cool off. I for one do not wish to be castrated by an angry female. If you want to try and stop her right now then I hope you don't want children or sex anytime soon."
Tala threw him a 'You suck but are right but I won't admit it' look.
Kai caught the look and with a smirk replied, "Checkmate."
With Tasha
An hour or so after laying down and sulking, she flipped open her phone to find she had a miss call from Sam and a voice message saying for her to call him.
She sat up and hugged herself. Biting her lip she didn't know what to do. Mentally she was wondering why she was hesitating.
Please tell me I don't believe Hiwatari and Valkov… Sam would never do that… would he?
Sighing, she dialed his number. Waiting for him to answer, her thoughts went over what the two guys had said.
'If you would only listen to us, he is dangerous. I've seen him do it to other girls.'
Sam's voice brought her out of her trance.
"Tasha is that you?! Oh god I've been so worried!"
She smiled. 'See Kai', she thought, 'you are wrong'.
"Hey yeah it's me."
"Where have you been? I couldn't find you last night and I tried calling…"
"Sorry. I … passed out and when I came to a… friend had taken me home. Not to worry. I'm ok."
"Thank god! Anyways a bunch of my mates and I are gonna go down to the old tyre yard tonight. Come with us."
"Yeah ok sure. Not like a have a choice with ya." She forced a laugh.
"That's right! I'll meet you at the park at 8 tonight then. Bye."
"Yeah ok see you." She replied and hung up.
Argh. I hope I know what I'm getting myself into…
8 o'clock that night – Tasha's POV
I sat on a swing in the park rocking gently. Suddenly a pair of hands touched my waist.
I let out a yelp, falling on the ground.
"Tash you ok?"
I spun around and looked at Sam's face.
"Yeah sorry… you just scared me is all.."
He grinned sheepishly. "Soz babe."
I rubbed my arm subconsciously. "No prob…"
"You ready to go?"
I nodded. I never have a choice…
"Hey guys! This is Tasha!"
A bunch of perverted high hellos came back my way.
'What is this? An orgy or something?...'
Man everyone is making out or getting high.
This use to be my idea of heaven. A way to escape…
Now I don't know. I'd rather be at home…
Ok I lied.
I watched Sam come back over with a bong and a lighter. He handed it to me and stepped back. Knowing exactly what to do, I flicked the lighter so that the flame shown brightly and inhaled. Feeling the smoke go down my throat and into my lungs, I instantly I felt my head go light and suddenly life didn't seem so bad…
Next thing I knew I was half naked on a bed with one of Sam's friends. Jarrod I think his name was. I didn't really care or pay attention.
I was so out of it I didn't even notice what was going on. All I knew was I was sitting on this bed in my bra and panties with my hand on this guy's cock.
I felt his lips on my neck, kissing and biting me trying to leave him imprint on me.
Suddenly I felt myself being ripped away from the bed. I looked up to see Sam's angry eyes.
"… Yo?"
He looked at me like I was frigin idiot and I heard him threaten Jarrod to get out of the room who took one look at the angry Sam, nodded and left.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
I rubbed my head. "I … don't know. I can't remember parts. All I remember is being in here."
Then he turned around and did something I told everyone he'd never do. He hit me. Not a slap either; a full-on punch with all his force. Well he must have been angry considering I landed on the other side of the bed and fell on the floor.
Standing up, I looked at him while holding my cheek. I was in awe and had no idea what to say. So instead I stood there like an idiot.
"You are a fucking slut you know that?!"
Ok that got my attention. "What?..."
"You heard me. You just fuck or blow anything that walks don't you? Open your legs for anyone?"
"N-no…" Ok what the hell had gotten into him? Why we he so angry? I hated to admit it but he was really scaring me now.
He moved around the bed and grabbed me by his hair and forced me to look at him. I winced in pain but made eye contact.
"Sam you're hurting me…"
"Big fucking deal. You're a slut now fucking suck me bitch."
Ok this was not the Sam I knew… or the Sam I THOUGHT I knew.
"S-Sam you don't know what you're saying. I think you may be drunk…"
WACK!
"Fucking do it now!"
Shakily I reached up and started to unbuckle his pants. What choice did I have? He was too strong for me and I was under the influence of drugs.
He grabbed my head and forced me to take him in my mouth. Tears threatened to spill but I held them.
He kept thrusting over and over into my mouth while holding my head roughly until he finally came.
"Swallow it whore"
I did as I was told, trying to hold back the vomit that threatened to rise up my throat.
Finally he released his grip from my head and hair and pushed me back.
"Don't you dare tell anyone about this!"
I nodded blankly.
He did up his pants and left the room.
I sat in the middle of the room, barely dressed and having just been abused yet again.
I found my clothes and got dressed. I found it was relatively easy to leave the party without anyone noticing.
I ran back to my house and for one moment, I forgot to be quiet and I slammed the door a little bit too loudly.
"SLUT!"
I saw a blur of someone then suddenly I was being tackled on the ground.
I put my hands over my face to stop the punches my enraged, drunk aunty was throwing. I don't know what came over me or what I was thinking but I did something I'd never done before. I hit back. I hit her with all my force and knocked her off me. I got up and used it as an opportunity to get away. I bolted to my room and locked the door.
Pushing my hair off my face, the tears I had been holding back for ages had finally decided to fall.
I couldn't take it anymore. I just couldn't.
I ran into the bathroom and collapsed on the floor in a wave of tears.
… What had I done to deserve this life?
It didn't matter now. Why should I have to suffer? I didn't deserve it.
I grabbed my razor and looked at my arm and my veins. Fuck life…
I ran the razor straight down both my arms and watched as a crimson river became visible. I felt dizzy. The room was spinning. My eyes slowly closed and the last thing I remember saying was:
"Please let this be the end…"