Chapter 11
877 Words
I gasp sharply, shooting up from the bed I lay on.
What is with these dreams?
It's only when I take in my surroundings that I realize I didn't imagine
anything.
Why else would I be sleeping at Archers unless...
Did he?
I stand and step toward the mirror, stopping and grabbing onto the nightable
for balance.
Looking at my reflection, I notice a huge gaping wound that has been poorly
sealed on the side of my forehead.
Small bruises adorn my chin and jaw line, most likely Archer's angry fingers
from yesterday.
Though the forehead wound looks bad, I'm sure it will heal fine.
It might just take three or four weeks.
"You're up! Baby how do you feel?"
I turn to Archer and step away from his reaching hands.
He seems equally confused and angry by my actions.
"It hurts," I say bluntly.
"You smacked my head on a metal frame and drove me away from my family
with no explaination. So... Explain."
My boyfriend heaves a heavy sigh and drops to the bed.
"They were confusing you. They want you to believe I'm a bad person so you'll
leave me and stay with them, don't you see? I had to do this."
He stands and grabs my hands pleadingly.
"I'm only helping you and trust me, you won't have to deal with them again."
He sounds mad to be honest. Insane, but would I really know if he was
wrong?
He clearly is more perceptive when it comes to my siblings. After all, he
wouldn't do anything that doesn't benefit me.
Perhaps he's gone too far though?
"I think I get what you're saying, but I can't leave my family forever.
Maybe we could try and talk to them in a week or so?"
Archer grinds his teeth together.
"No."
No? Did he just...
"But th-"
The words are lost in my mouth when his hands reach to my head, gripping
my hair close to the scalp before dragging me close.
"I said NO! They don't love you! I do! I'm helping you! Can't you see that
baby?"
Looking into his eyes, I believe him. I would completely believe him If it
weren't for his hand wrapped around my hair.
"I understand," I say softly.
Releasing me, he seems pleased.
"Good. Now take off your clothes."
I don't question his words, I wouldn't dare with how angry he's been lately.
Stripping down, I look to see he's stripped too.
He lays on the bed and spreads his legs, keeping one hand on his erect
penis.
"Come suck baby girl. My c**k needs your perfect little mouth."
I oblige, taking the familiar position and repeating the actions I perform nearly
every encounter we share.
It only takes four or five minutes for him to release.
Unexpectedly, he rolls atop me now.
"You always say you're ready... I haven't been listening. I'll give you what you
want now angel, just say the words."
I breathe deeply. Yesterday I would've agreed without hesitation, but now I'm
unsure.
He's been so different lately.
He's been so rough.
So ...mean.
I shake my head slowly.
"No. You were right. You respected my orgional wishes and thank you for that,
but I think I should stick to saving myself."
Archer seems stunned and almost... Greedy.
His eyes widen when he speaks again.
"No, no. You were right. You've been saying you want me to take you and I've
been playing Mr. Nice guy. It was dumb of me."
He begins kissing up and down my neck softly.
I shake my head and try to push his shoulders back.
"No, Archer..."
He pins my arms above my head forcefully and I begin to experience fear.
"Stop! Please, just listen. I'm not ready!"
It doesn't matter how much I plea he won't stop. The only thing left to do is
fight.
I thrash around, but it turns out to be a terrible idea.
Pulling handcuffs out of his nightstand drawer, he cuffs me tightly to the
headboard.
"What is this?! Let me go Archer it's not funny!"
"Sshhh... Just relax. I'm helping you. Your family will never want you if you
aren't pure. Not if you aren't innocent anymore. This way you can be with me
forever."
Is that true? They wouldn't love me anymore? They won't accept me?
It makes sense. They treat me like a little girl because I'm inexperienced. I
don't have a clue about the things they know about, I've never had the
chance. Of course they will treat me differently, but I don't want them to. I want
to go home.
Adrenaline courses through my body and I begin kicking against my
assailant.
"Get off me!"
He only tolerates so much struggling before growling and rolling off the bed.
I think I've won, that is until another sharp pain hits me on the head, this one
on the opposite side.
I groan in pain and lay unmoving. My muscles don't seem to function, but that
doesn't mean I can't feel what's happening to me.
Just because I'm frozen in place doesn't mean I'm not experiencing the pain of
loosing my virginity.
The pain of being raped.
The pain of knowing my family will never want me back.
- Writer
