Disclaimer: Chapter title property of Evanescence. Blah, blah, blah. See chapter 1.
A quick note: You guys remember Chapter 5, right? You guys remember how much you freaked out over it? Well, guess what? This is another rape scene. WARNING FOR GRAPHIC MATERIAL! There, you've been warned, just like you were last time.
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Chapter 8: Tourniquet
I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying, and I'm pouring
Crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding, and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?
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"Stop it!" Sam slapped Jeremy's hand away as he attempted once more to grab her butt. "Stop!"
"You're my girl. You'll do whatever the hell I want," he growled, grabbing her wrist.
"Well, you know what," she wrenched her wrist away, "I don't want to be your girl anymore! Danny treats me better than you, and he's just my best friend."
"Oh, really? You want to break up with me?" he snarled.
The hall was nearly empty. Oh, god, when did that happen? Sam struggled when he grasped her wrist again, dragging her toward the restroom. "No! You are not going to do this to me again!"
Jeremy opened the door and threw her inside. She cried out, falling against the sink. "You will not break up with me, and I already told you that you will do whatever the hell I want." He grabbed her by the neck, shoving her against the wall.
"No, Jeremy, please…"
Her pleas went unnoticed as he unzipped her pants and pulled them and her underwear down. He unzipped his own jeans, pulled his boxers out of the way and thrust into her.
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Sam gazed up at the ceiling of the bathroom, silent tears slipping down her cheeks while sobs were muffled by the hand upon her mouth. She didn't move from where she stood pinned against the tile, and she didn't even blink as her "boyfriend" pumped into her, thrusting his hips to hers repeatedly. Her eyes closed as he shuddered then moaned her name, releasing into her. It felt like liquid fire… just like last time.
He removed himself from her, and Sam straightened her clothes while he zipped himself back up. "Fix your make-up," he muttered. "You look like someone's beating you."
"You sick bastard," she muttered, wiping at her eyes.
He only laughed then left the room. Sam let her legs give under her, sliding to the floor and pulling her knees to her chest. Danny… She whimpered and closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks. Why couldn't things be simple?
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Sam walked through the halls in a daze. When had her life turned upside down? She felt as though she might faint at any moment, and every time Jeremy looked at her, he would smirk. God, how she hated him. She wanted to scream, cry, and beat Jeremy up into a bloody pulp. She felt dizzy with loathing and fear. It was after math when she fainted. When she woke, she was lying in Danny's arms, her classmates gathered around her. He escorted her to the nurse's office, and Sam blamed it on her menstrual cycle. She was bleeding, but not because of her period; she'd had a miscarriage, and she was more than thankful for that. Jeremy had killed his own child.