My Best Nightmare

I thought he was this great amazing guy, at first. He was supposed to be this sweet, loving and caring guy, but he was far from that. I thought he loved me. Then "He" came into my life. He made things better. I was happier.

Who's love story is this anyway? Who will Julie end up with? Will she go back to Justin or stay with her new "Love"?

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6. I thought he loved me.

     "Come on." I could hear Justin's faint voice. He lead me upstairs away from everyone else. "Where are we going?" He pulled me into one of the rooms. "What are we doing in here?" I asked nervously.

"Shh..." I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Are you drunk?" I asked nervously.

"N-no." He stuttered.

"Yes, you are. I want to leave." I snapped at him.

"Bu-but why?"

"You're obviously drunk! You can barely walk straight, let alone stand on your own two feet!" I yelled.

"Don't yell at me!" I could tell he was mad.

"You can't tell me what to do."

"Oh, really?" I looked at him and I could tell something wasn't right. He grabbed me and pushed me onto the bed, and held me down. 

"Get off of me!"

"Don't yell at me."

"Justin, let me go, you're hurting me." I tried to wiggle out of his hold, it was hopeless, he's stronger than me.

"You know you're beautiful." He looked me up and down. I began to get worried about where he was going with this.

"Gorgeous face." He rubbed my face with one hand holding me down with the other.

"Perfect boobs." He groped my breast.

"Nice shape." He rubbed down my stomach.

"And long tan legs." He grabbed me knees pulling my legs apart, rubbing up my thigh until he reached my core.

"What's between here is what I want know is as beautiful as the rest of you."

"Justin, what are you doing?" He didn't answer. His hand made its way up my side bringing my shirt, throwing it across the room.

"Justin, stop!" I begged, he didn't listen. He unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down to my ankles, then throwing them in the same direction as my shirt.

"Justin, please stop." I cried.

"Shh..." He whispered in my ear. He pulled down my panties.

"This is what I want to see." He rubbed imaginary circles on my core.

"I was right. It's just as beautiful as the rest of you." He held me down by my waist, taking off his pants and boxers.

"Are you ready?" I was scared for my life.

"F-for what?" He didn't say anything else, he thrusts himself into me. I tried to get out of his hold, but the more I moved the harder he held my waist.

"Stop moving." He demanded. I stopped, because I knew no matter how hard I tried there was no way I get away from him. He finally stopped.

"You're a monster!" I screamed. He slapped me across the face.

"Don't yell at me, bitch." I was even more scared, he'd never acted or talked to me in that manner.

"Yeah, you might wanna get used to me like thi-"

"No," I cut him off. "I won't get used to it. I'm leaving and never seeing your face ever again."

"No, you're not going anywhere." I felt a sting in my face, then everything went black.

       I held my head in my hands. "Ah, my head." Wincing in pain. I looked around, but it was pitch black everywhere I looked.

"Where the hell am I!?" I felt another sting in my cheek. "What did we say about yelling?"

"You, said don't yell at you." I said mocking him.

"But, I never really agreed to that. Did I?" I felt, yet again, another sting on the side of my face. "Ow!" I should really stop opening my mouth. 

     "Let's go over your rules. 

         1. Don't yell, scream, or raise your voice at me ever.

         2. You live here now."

"And where is 'here'?"

"My house, in the basement."

"How long are you gonna keep me here? And why is it so dark in here? I mean, I know who you are so being in the dark won't really hide you."

"I'll keep you here until you adapt to my rules, or how ever long I want."

"I thought they were my rules, because you don't have to follow the rules."

"Shut up.

        3. You do what I tell you, when I tell you, the first time-"

"And if I don't?" I asked cutting him off once again. 

"You will be punished. The first time I tell you.

       4. You don't leave without me, under any circumstances.

       5. Don't speak out of turn or interrupt me when I'm speaking.

       6. Don't speak unless spoken to.

       7. If you try to leave you will be punished.

       8. If you break any of the rules you will be punished for it.

       9. Don't ask what the punishments are, you won't like them. Nine simple rules not hard to follow, not to strict. I only want you to follow those nine minor rules. Got it?" He said at me, instead of to me.

"I asked a question."

"Snappy much." I said under my breath.

"What was that?"

"Um, I said yes sir."

"Oh, and don't sass me, talk under your breath, roll your eyes or sigh at me. Got it?"

"Got it." I replied. Jerk.

"And I own you." And with that he walked out the room. I let out a breathe I didn't realize I was holding in. 

      Why? Why me? I had to be the idiot to fall for him, I should have known he was trouble that first day. 

 *Flashback*

 "What made you say yes to going to lunch with a stranger?" I never thought of that.

"Well, you seemed nice and I didn't think of you as a threat."

"I could have been some weirdo. I could have kidnapped you. And you said yes to leaving school with me in my car, because I seemed nice and you didn't think of me as a threat. Lucky you I'm not like that, I would never kidnap someone."

"Sure. you wouldn't."

"There are some crazy people here, be careful with who you trust."

"Good to know."

 *Present*

       I should have known not to trust him, I hardly knew him. He’s not what expected at all. I thought he loved me or at least like me, I guess not. He slaps me around like I’m some kind of rag doll. You think you know a person  What does he mean 'Punished'? I felt a smack. 

"Hey, wake up." He smacked me, again.

"Ow! Shesh. I wasn't sleeping, I was thinking."

"Are you yelling at me?"

"No."

"Good. I brought you something to wear." he turned on the lights and I noticed I was completely naked. I tried to cover myself.

"I've already seen you, trust me there's nothing I haven't seen on you. Who do you think brought you here?"

" So, you brought me here and stripped me?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"What can I say, I like what I see, and the less that's covered up, the happier I am." I could see a smirk on his face. I looked at what he got me to wear.

"Where's the rest of it? It's just a bra and panties." I asked, scared he was going to hit me again. 

"That's it. Now put it on." He demanded. I did what I was told. 

       Justin finally let me out of the damn basement, being in there was starting to make me feel claustrophobic. I was walking around the house, I stopped in the kitchen.

“I’m hungry.” I said to Justin.

“Me, too. You should cook something.” I heard him say from the living room.

“Cook what?” I said back, careful not to yell at him, my face has taken enough from him, I fear looking in the mirror.

“I don’t know. And I don’t care.” The least he could do is be nice to me.

 

      I walked to the backdoor in the kitchen, it wasn’t locked. This is my chance to escape, but what if he catches me? Damn, it’s a risk I’ll have to take. I slowly slid open the door, in hopes that he wouldn’t he hear me. Yes, I made it out the door, where the hell do I go from here? I looked around to see how to get out the backyard. Maybe, I could run to the neighbor’s house and they could call the police. I looked to see where the nearest house was, damn I don’t see a house in sight. I looked back to see where Justin was, he was still in the living room watching TV.

       I ran like my life depended on it. I felt like I was in a horror movie, running in the woods. I kept thinking I was gonna die out here. The girl who runs in the woods always dies. I heard footstep behind me, I looked back and it was Justin, shit. I was never the fastest runner, I just kept looking forward and running. I could hear him catching up to me, next thing I knew I was falling to the ground, and Justin was above me. He stood up, and kicked me in the side. I screamed in pain, though no one else could hear me. He picked me up and leaned me on a tree, punching me in the stomach, I blacked out after a few minutes. I woke up in the basement, again. I cried from the pain in my stomach and side.

“I told you, don’t leave without me!” He slapped me.

“I gave you nine simple rules! And you couldn’t follow them! Damn it, Julie! Why couldn’t you just follow the rules! Fuck!” He sighed. He yelled at me, tears still rushing down my face hard.

“Why the fuck, did you try the leave?”

“I was scared!” I cried. “You beat and raped me. Did you think I would want to stay?” I yelled. He left out the room. Where is he going? Is he going to leave me I here again? Yes. I stayed in his basement for a few days, he brought me something to eat every now and again.

“Are ready to leave the basement, without trying to run away?”

“Maybe, you should lock the door next time.” I mumbled under my breath.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Shit, he heard me.

“I didn’t say anything.” I lied.

“Don’t fucking lie to me. If you have the guts to say something, say it out loud for me to hear.”

“Fine, you wanna know what I said?” I yelled. I don’t even care anymore. “I said. Maybe, you should lock the damn door, next time!” I was breathing hard now. “That’s what I said.” I said a bit softer. I could see the anger building up in his eyes, his jaw tightened.

“So, you’re gonna hit me again?” He left, slamming the door behind him. Wow, that felt good. Finally standing up for myself. He didn’t hit me, I yelled at him. Something’s not right, I don’t wanna be hit, trust me on that one, but I feel like he’s gonna come back. He didn’t, thank goodness, because I didn’t want him to. My side and stomach are still killing me.

     He came back after what felt like hours. “What do you want?” I said in a low voice.

“Just because I let you get away with it last time, doesn’t mean you can talk to me like that all the time.” He said in a sharp voice, his eyes piercing my soul.

“Sorry.”

“I came back to apologize. I’m sorry I beat you. I’m sorry I raped you. I was wrong for it.” So, now he wants to be nice to me.

“I was completely out of line when I did that.” I didn’t say anything to him. “I know you probably don’t want to talk to me, I understand that. You possibly hate me, but I am sorry.” 

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