Run-Away

Jessica Skeeter was a normal 18 year old teenager. Besides the fact that her dad was an alcoholic and has been making her do drugs, alchohol and do illegal things for him. She has been beaten by him too and her body has been hurting her bigtime. She decides to run away from her dad and meets a sweet 19 year old teenager boy named Baxter, he took her under his wing and once he got to know her more, he beat her up and neclected her feelings and has tried to rape her a few times but failed. She then decides to run away from Baxter and meets 5 teen boys who all love her to death. She on the other hand never wanted to fall in love with anyone else because of Baxter. The boys all want to help her but one of them starts to lose their control. Will Baxter come for revenge? What will happen?

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11. OH CRAP.

"Baxter, your-your mad again. Please, don't hurt me--again..." I studdered/cried. His face came close to mine. Infact, his nose touched mine. He just looked at me with those fire raged eyes. I looked down, tears formed in my eyes. Few were dropping. " Please Bax, you promised me you wouldn't hurt me. Bax, this is the second time you are trying to hurt me. You broke your promise! What happened to the caring boy who helped me in the alley? What happened to him Baxter? " I broke down right there again. I sat on the couch face in the pillow and cried. I looked through my hair strands to see him sitting down looking outside the deck. He sat there crying, yet he was staring at something out there. I continued crying my eyes out until I no longer had any tears left to cry. I finally wanted to speak to him. " Are you okay Baxter?" I said sitting up.

He didn't answer and continued his trance. I got up and sat on the couch beside him. I hugged him and layed my head on his shoulder. I probably stayed like that for like 20 minutes. Then his Coo-Coo clock struck 5. Then he was knocked out of his trance and finally looked at me. we stayed like that for a few minutes, then he decided to speak up.

" I'm really sorry Jessica, I just go out of control when im mad. I-I just get confused of what to do. I---Baxter, please. You don't have to apologise again! Just try and control your temper. "I interrupted.

I know how he feels. 'Cause when im really mad, im confused too of what to do and I swear. Like alot. " I will try... And hey! I thought of a new nickname for you. Other than Jess obcourse." He said. " Really? what's that?" I asked.

" How 'bout Jessie?" " I actually never thought of that name. Jessie I don't mind." Huh Jessie. that seriously isn't a bad name. I didn't think of that one. " So what were you staring at?" I asked curiously. " Oh nothing. I was just thinking 'bout stuff. By the way, im hungry. Wanna eat somethin'?" He asked. I actually am hungry and I didn't think about eating anything yet. " Sure. What do you want me to make?" I asked. " Oh NOOO. Im making supper tonight. My apologies to you." Ok really? I already told him to stop apologising to me! I sighed loudly and decided that he could make supper tonight. He looked like he was thinking od something and then he smiled. " Grilled Che-- YES!!!" I yelled in exitement. I mean really, YES!!! Another juicy delicious grilled cheese. They are soo good. He went to the kitchen and started making our grilled cheese.

" So like we were talking about earlier. Tell me more about him." "Who's him?" " Your dad..." " Oh yes, I call him IT. Because I hate mentioning his name. D-D-Dad..." I actually couldn't believe he's my dad. I mean why is he seriously hurting me? I continued my thoughts and questions about why the hell he'd be my dad. " Oh... So he gave you drugs-- alcohol and beat me up." I continued his sentence. " So is that why you puked last night?" He asked. " Oh trust me, Ive been puking at least 20 times a night before I met you for about 4 months now. That's why I couldn't get more than 20 minutes a sleep every night at the most." I answered. Yes, I have been puking for about 4 months now. Imagine yourself sick and puking for 4 months straight. Awful, right? " JESUS!" He yelled. " HOLY SHIT BAXTER! YOUR RAGING AGAIN!" I yelled. " I don't fucking care Jessie! WHEN I FIRST SAW YOU, I WANTED TO FUCK YOU LIKE CRAZY." He said.

I looked at the ground and cried again. " Bax, can you at least finish my grilled cheese?" I asked hoping he'd understand. " He looked at me with his fire raging eyes. Again. And threw my grilled cheese on the ground. I looked at it and then him. " WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT FOR?!" I screamed. " YOU WERE HUNGRY FOR A GRILLED CHEESE. THERE YOU GO! NOW EAT IT!" Then he looked at it then stomped all over my now squished grilled cheese then smiled at me deviously. " EAT IT JESS! EAT IT OR I'LL ACTUALLY RAPE YOU THIS TIME!" He then unzipped the zipper by his--- uh... thing then looked at me. I cried tears. No waterfalls. " NO!" I screamed at tried to run away from him. But he caught me, then kicked me in the stomach really hard. I kneeled down on my knees in pain and continued crying in pain. I couldn't breathe either. He's really hurting me know. And now I know he's capable of making anyone doing anything he wants you to do. " EAT THE DAMN GRILLED CHEESE JESS!" He screamed one last time. I signalled the ' 1 minute' with my finger hoing he could at least let me catch my breath. He grabbed me and pulled me upstairs. I was trying to scream. He threw me on the bed and started stripping again. OH CRAP.

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