Mistakes [Second Book]

three

TRIGGER WARNING

Daniel's POV

I wriggle underneath him, attempting to break loose. He doesn't even budge, causing my heart to beat quickly.

"Please, Christian. If you love me, you won't do this." I plead, tears brimming my eyes. He chuckles, taking off his shirt.

"I'm doing this because I love you, Danny." he whispers, grabbing the hem of my shirt. A tear trails down my cheek, as I lay here useless. I begin struggling, trying to push him off, but it's no use.

He has me pinned down, my shirt removed before he begins with my pants. I squeeze my eyes shut as he reaches my underwear, sliding them down. This isn't happening. This is all a dream and I'm going to wake up in a few minutes, peacefully laying in my bed alone.

When I open my eyes, Christian is completely naked. His eyes are full of lust and greediness as he pushes my legs apart. He sets himself between my legs, and I can't watch any longer.

"Fucking watch, you bitch!" he screams, slapping me across the face. I whimper, more tears blurring my vision.

He suddenly slips inside me and I cry out. The tears are now pouring out of my eyes like a waterfall as he thrust into my quickly.

"S-Stop!" I scream, causing him to go faster and dig his nails into my chest roughly.

My hand reaches to push him away, but he grabs onto it tightly, sure to bruise it. He leans down, biting hard onto my stomach multiple times and leaving angry, red marks. The tears haven't stopped flowing from my eyes as he continues, enjoying the pain he's putting me through. I whimper loudly, causing him to slap me across the face once again. I suddenly feel limp, exhausted from trying. I just lay there, tears streaming down my flushed face as the boy I once thought I loved abuses me. He suddenly pulls out, emptying himself all over my bruised, red, and bleeding skin.

Suddenly, he pulls me off the bed, pushing me down onto the hard floor of my room. I wince in pain, feeling him slap my butt repeated times. It hurts like hell, but it's no use in trying to stop him. He stand up, kicking me in the stomach before throwing his clothes on and walking out the door.

Here I lay, on the cold floor of my own room, paralyzed with fear and an unbearable pain enveloping me.

(a/n: I'm literally in tears)