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(FINISHED)Leah Hart messes around with her bestfriend's brother, Alex, who also has a girlfriend. Leah loves him. but to Alex, Leah is just his sex toy. Alex becomes violent and rapes leah and her stepfather nate does the same. She meets a guy name ronnie who understands her and she's happy when she meets him but her happiness soon dissapears when she finds out she's pregnant. Ronnie stays with her every step of the way through her drama and never leaves her side. And Leah is more than grateful for that. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Dec 15, 2011    Reads: 3,132    Comments: 12    Likes: 12   

Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I was in a rush.

Chapter 4:Pain

There was a pain in my back as I was thrown against the wall. There was lust in his eyes. Violent Lust. Nate pinned my hands against the wall and stared me in my eyes. "You're a sick child." His breath was horrible. "Get off of me." I said. He shook his head. His hands grabbed onto my shirt and he tried to force it over my head. I slapped him and pushed him away from me. He forced me back against the wall and slapped me back. I fell onto the floor crying and holding my cheek. He grabbed my legs and slid me over to him and positioned himself above me. I already knew what this meant. "No!" I yelled.

He forced his lips onto mine and rubbed his body against mine. I wanted my mother. I wanted her here with me so bad. "I've always loved you, Leah." He said. "Fuck you!" I cried. He covered my mouth with his hand. My body shook with fear. "I fucking hate you!" I cried. He grabbed my arms and pinned them to the floor. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to watch him as he violated me. He raised his fist and punched me repeatedly. My face was stinging and burning. I felt the blood rush down. I coughed up something. It was blood. "Shh." He whispered. He raised my shirt up and then unbuttoned my pants. "Don't." I choked out.

I reached down to stop him but everything was turning in my vision. I felt my pants slide off. "Wait." I whispered reaching up to stop him. My conciousness was slowly slipping away. I felt my underwear disappearing next. I gasped. I heard a zipper slowly unzipping and I hear fabric moving. His face came back into my vision as he laid on top of me. I felt him enter me and I started hitting him. "Get off!" I yelled. My arms were once again pinned to the floor. "I love you, Leah." He moaned out. I closed my eyes and let him violate me. I had no choice. "Oh god, Leah." He moaned pushing in further. I let my conciousness slip away.


When I opened my eyes, everything was out of focus and I felt nauseous. I gasped and sat up. I felt dried blood on my face. It was dark outside and I was still laying on the livingroom floor. I touched my face. Not all of the blood was dry. I got up slowly. I felt........sore and disgusting. I walked into the bathroom and slammed the door closed. I looked into the mirror and didn't even recognize myself. Why do people like hurting me? What did I do wrong? I got into the shower which burned. It burned so badly. I hit the shower wall and screamed and sunk down to the shower floor and cried. I needed to get away from here. I needed to leave now. I let the water wash the blood off of me. I used my rag to scrub myself good. Everywhere and yet I still felt dirty. Karma. I shouldn't have started anything with Alex. Another girl's boyfriend and now.....god was punishing me. I washed up with the soap which burned when it sunk into the cuts and bruises. I could hardly stand.

I turned the water off and got into my room. I closed my door and laid in my bed. I had sex with Alex everyday and even with his rage and disrespect, I never feel as messed up as I do now. My phone rang and I wasn't going to answer it. But then again, Alex hates it when I don't answer his calls. I reached over and grabbed the phone. I pressed send and placed it at my ear. "Hello?" I asked in a shaky voice. "Leah, you said you'd be back here. Where are you?" Alex demanded. "I-I'm at home. I can't move. I'm in pain." I said closing my eyes. A tear slipped down my cheek. "I really don't care. Come here, now." He hung up the phone. I sighed and turned over on my back which still kind of hurted. I threw my phone against the wall and it shattered onto the floor. I hated myself. What the hell is wrong with me? I let men take advantage of me. Why? Why do I do this to myself? I sat up in my bed. I fucking hate this. It's been going on for years. It has to stop.


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