Stranger.

Stranger. Stranger.

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

After years of abuse from her father, Jasmine finds herself alone in world. She trusts no one, until Troy comes along.. Can Troy be the one to save Jasmine from her Nightmares or will her past destroy them both.

Summary

After years of abuse from her father, Jasmine finds herself alone in world. She trusts no one, until Troy comes along.. Can Troy be the one to save Jasmine from her Nightmares or will her past destroy them both.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Stranger.

Author Chapter Note

After years of abuse from her father, Jasmine finds herself alone in world. She trusts no one, until Troy comes along.. Can Troy be the one to save Jasmine from her Nightmares or will her past destroy them both.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 17, 2014

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 17, 2014

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- This story, is based on no true actual advents, and its entirely made up. I apologise if anything in this story offends you, or if the names used are yours. As I said this story is completely made up. 

 

 

I'm trapped. I can't breathe. The smell of whiskey and ciggerates burn through my nose. I feel to be sick, but nothing comes up. I try to scream, but no sounds leave my mouth. I'm frozen. It's dark and I can feel the cold floor underneath my bear skin. I start to pray. Please, please let this be over. I jolt up in a rush, swear pouring down my face. A dream, I sigh I was just a bluddy dream. I look over to the window and see the sunshine peeking out. I pull the covers of and walk to the bathroom. I stand there looking in the mirror for what seems like hours, I hardly regonise the person looking back at me. Light brown eyes, and curly brown hair. My plumped pink lips which are now dry and have healing cuts, destroying there look. I don't know this person who stares back at me.

I walk downstairs to find my Father sitting down watching Tv, "Goodmorning beautiful. How did you sleep?" He looks at me up and down and smirks. I feel sick. "Fine daddy" I mumble looking down to avoid eye contact with him. He lights a ciggerates and takes a long drag before blowing it out. I feel him walk towards me the smell of whiskey taking me back to my nighmare as he breathes down on me. He slaps me. I hear it before I feel it. My hand quickly covers my burning cheek, a tear slides down my face but I wipe it away before he can see. I never want him to feel satisifed with the pain he inflicts on me. "Learn to look at me when I'm speaking to you, Bitch. Your just like your fucking mother. So stubborn, thinking your all special." He growls at me, he takes another long drag on his ciggerate then pulls my arm up to his face, he runs his hand down it and pushes the head of the ciggerate deep into my skin. I let of a small cry, biting my lip and closing my eyes as the pain rushes through my body. He drops my arm and laughs as he walks back over to his seat. "Get out of my sight Jasmine." He says without looking at me. 

I quickly run up the stairs, the burning sensation in my arm not seeming to calm down, once in the bathroom I apply cold water to the wound feeling a sence of relief as it calms it down. I let the tears slide down my face, without making a sound. I cry sliently. I can't do this anymore. I can't stay here, I have to leave I say to myself. I sit on the toilet seat, and put my head in my hands and cry softly. Tonight, I say, Tonight I'm going to leave. And as I sit there I begin to come up with a plan. 

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It's just started to become dark outside. I sit at the table, eating what my Father would call 'dinner'. I pick at it, my mind not focusing on anything but my escape plan. I'll have to wait unil he becomes drunk, which won't take too long as he's already on his third bottle of whiskey. He stumbles into the kitchen and sits down beside me. He puts his hand on my thigh and starts to stroke up and down, circling his thumb on my knee as he comes down. A cold shiver trembles through my body. "You have beautiful legs, Jasmine. You must get that from your mother you know, she was beautiful too. A beautiful devil she was, just like you. Always trying to seduce me, your disgusting!" He grabs the back of my head and slams it down on to the table. I feel the blood pouring down my face and then taste the metalic taste of blood in my mouth. He grips tighter on my hair as he pulls me out of the kitchen, and into the living room throwing my on to the floor. I close my eyes knowing whats about to happen. He looks down me, and frowns as he throws me a towel "Clean your face, your look terrible" He slurrs. I do as told, as he unbuckles his belt, and unzipps his jeans. WHACK! He hits me with the buckle, and I can't help but cry out loudly as the sting pierces through my leg, then another WHACK! I cry as he hits me again and again, the pain is overwhemling. But I don't beg him to stop I will never beg him, he will never get that satisfaction of me begging him, Fuck that.

He kneels down and pulls my panties off roughly, he takes his penis out and spits on it rubbing his siliva around his cock. Then without warning his shoves into me, hard. I wince and feel the pain as he thrusts harder and harder, the burning sensation inside my vagina growing stronger and stronger. Think of a happy place, Jasmine, Go to a happy time. I close my eyes desperatly trying to remove myself from the situation. I think of my mother, her beautiful long curly hair, and her hazel eyes. Her smile and laugh as she picks me up and cuddles me tightly into her arms. "My beautiful daughter, Jasmine" She says as she smiles at me. I hear a groan and I come back to reality,  I feel him come inside me, slowing down his pace. He pulls out and I wince. He pulls his jeans back on as I pull myself together. He calming goes and sits back in his chair. And takes the last swig of his whiskey. "Get me another Jasmine!" He says. I get him another and then go and take a shower, scrubbing hard to try and remove his presences from my skin. My vagina still burning from the unwanted intruder. I slide down the shower and curl up in a ball. I start to cry. I let the hot water run down my body as I just sit there, hoping he would just die or pass out right now so I can make my esacpe. 

I get out the shower about a hour later, and get changed. I put on a pair of light blue jeans with a black sweater. I leave my shoes for now, and wrap my robe around me to cover my clothes, I lay in bed and wait until I hear him start to snore. 

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He's asleep. I quickly get out of bed trying as hard as possbile to not make any noise. I grab my backpack which I've already packed everything I will need. I put my Black vans on and my black hoody jacket. I creep down the stairs, slowly so the floor boards don't make a sound. I head to the kitchen knowing full well that the front door is locked and the key will be in his back pocket. I head to the window which I left slightly open earlier today, I push it open wide and throw my backpack out of it. I slowly climb up the window shelve, I slip and kick the flower pot. It hits the floor, crashing into a million pieces as I hear my Father stirring. I panic. Without thinking I climb back up the shelve and make yet another flower pot fall to the ground. Fuck! Why did I not remove them before! "JASMINE! Get your fucking ass her now, where the fuck do you think your going you slut. Your not leaving me, you hear me! Your NOT leaving ME!" He's walking towards the kitchen I look back and see his crumbled up face in the kitchen doorway he sees me, and then sees the window and starts to run towards me. 

No no no, Please no. I scramble to get through the window but I'm too slow. He grabs my foot and trys to pull me back, with my other foot I kick him in his face. "AH, you fucking bitch" He screams as he lets me go and grabs is face. "GET BACK HERE!" I push my way out of the windown and land funny on my ankle. I have no time to be thinking about the pain, as I pick up my back pack and start to run, my ankle making it abit harder for me to do so. But I run hard and fast, get round the corner and on to the street where I see my front door open. "JASMINE YOU GET BACK HERE NOW! I SWEAR TO GOD WHEN I GET YOU, YOUR GOING TO WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!!" I don't stop i just keep running, I don't know where I'm going, I just run and run, the pain in my ankle getting worser and worser with every stride. I hear his car come to live, Shit Jasmine, Think! I turn left into the park, and run through it I know he can't get his car in here. But I keep running, to the other side of the park. I come out and see that there is so many people out, looking at me like I'm crazy. I keep running. Jumping everytime a car passes me. But don't see my Fathers car anywhere. I start to feel dizzy, the pain in ankle starting to consume my body. I find my running slowing down. Keep going, keep going. Your not safe yet. My vision becomes blurry and I walk past an Italian resturant. 

I bump into a group of people walking out of the resturant, and drop, the last thing I see is piercing green eyes looking at me, as my head hits the hard floor and everything becomes black.

 

 

This is the first time I've written anything, so please let me know what you think. If theres anything you don't like please also let me know and I will try to change it.. Next chapter coming Soon. xxx


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