Let me love you *Completed*

Amanda Wilson is a battered, beaten down girl who's just about had enough. She just wants it to be over and it's about to be, until a new kid comes into town. Seth Monroe. He can't figure out what's wrong with her, why she won't open up, why she can't let him love her. Is Amanda to broken to open up?


7. The Pills

It's been almost a month later, and I didn't have sex with my dad. Thankfully. I'm so scared that every night he'll come into my room and rape me. I'm not letting that evil man rape me for a bedroom. I don't even care about the room anymore- I just want the things mom loved in there. Hey Amanda? A shy voice breaks me out of my thoughts. I turn around. Yeah? Seth runs a hand through his hair. Wanna ride home today? I felt the blood drain from my face. Thank you very much for your offer, but I can't. I say, exasperated. My dad is very protective. His eyes seemed to get bigger and bluer. Can I have your number then? I looked at him and smiled a little before I wrote it down and ran so fast even he couldn't catch up.

When I get home, he's there again. He sticks his hand down my pants and I yelp, jumping away. No. I say firmly. He narrows his eyes. What? My voice shakes, and I twist my fingers in my lavender shirt. N...no. You can't t....touch me. He slaps me in the face. Don't you ever speak to me like that again! He growls. Then he does it again and I close my eyes, soft whimpers escaping my lips. You're my slave. He whispers in my ear. I leap away and run into the bathroom. I fumble through the cabinets when I see them. They were still here. My mom's ADHD pills. My mom had ADHD when she was alive, and she told me never to ever touch them. My hand shaking, I take the old bottle and shake three of the vibrant colored capsules into my palm. Tears streaming down my cheeks, I pop them into my mouth and swallow. Then I take another handful. It's going to be over soon Amanda. I think. It's all going to stop, and you're going to be with mom. I swallow another handful. He can't hurt you anymore. I swallow the last four and sit on the ground, waiting to die. The world starts dancing in front of my eyes. It's happening. I think dully. It's finally happening. I think of Seth's blue eyes before everything goes black.

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