Walking down the crowded streets of New York, lost Zane found herself traveling down the emptied alley. Anxiety ran over her making her nerves quiver badly. Feeling around in her coat pocket, she came upon the sharp object that should calm her and do justice only for a while.
Hiding behind discarded things, Zane squated so that nobody could see her. Positioning her wrist, she ran the blade over her deep brown skin softly. Letting out a unknown breath of air Zane ran the blade over her wrist harder intensifying the feeling. Pain settled upon her but was soon swapped out with the feeling of calm.
Looking up at the settling sun, Zane knew this wasn't the right thing to do. Zane wanted to escape the reality of her daily life. She wanted to be able to live freely, she wanted to be care-free but she couldn't get that in the world today.
Everywhere she turned Zane was always judged for her lack of communication, her anxiety, her weight and the fact that she had nobody to lean on but herself.
Zane figured a long time ago that nobody would support her. She was her only support system but she didnt even know how to support for the simple fact that she didn't love herself.
Although Zane was complimented for her beautiful features, she was also discredited for her weight. She let the comments get to her and her self esteem decreased lower and lower.
Pain was all she felt nowdays, coming home from school and dealing with the rudeness of her father and the negative comments her stepmother and step sister threw at her made her feel less of a woman.
Closing her eyes shut, Zane cut herself once more. Feeling the smooth, warm liquid running down her arm she knew she did justice. Letting a stiffled cry out a stray tear slipped down her face.
Opening her eyes, Zane wiped the blood with her ruby red coat and applying pressure to the raw wounds.
Taking her iPhone 7 out she checked the time seeing it was a quater to seven. Although she was mistreated mentally, she was given anything she needed and wanted from her father. Even though he put her through hell he bought her whatever.
Zane was fit, but she was still called 'fat' her stomach was flat but she had thighs, hips, ass and breasts more than the average 17 year old.
Quietly standing up, Zane dusted her jeans off as her curls bounced everywhere. Walking towards the city lights she re-routed back to the apartment her 'family shared'
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Once arriving home, Zane became instilled with the chatter amongst the group that despised her.
Quietly setting her keys down, she footed to her room, but was soon interupped by her stepmothers, Felicia's, voice.
"And where were you pig?" She chuckled making her daughter,Kimberly laugh. "Out" Zane simply responded.
"You're not going to talk to my wife like that, you know better" Zane's father mentioned boosting Felicia's head up more than it was.
Rolling her eyes, Zane continued to her room. Once making it she closed the door and locked it, wanting to be from everyone.
Changing into sweats and a lounge shirt, she laid horizontal on her bed. Looking up, she looked outside the window and into the beautiful skyline from the 16th floor.
Opening up her drawer she grabbed a small dime bag and placed it into her bed. Taking out a small, stury, flat object she dumped half of the substance onto the object. Pushing the substance into a straight like, she took a already rolled up bill and snorted the whole line.
Zane had been doing cocaine every since her mother passed which was fourteen. Zane wasn't a addict but it was well worth sniffing.
Tying the bag up she stuffed it back into her drawer and hid it incase someone tried to snoop.
As her high increased, Zane layed flat on her bed. It was now nine p.m and her night wasn't over yet.
Quietness crept over the house meaning they were getting ready for bed or they went out for a joyride leaving Zane alone.
Playing with her curls, Zane scrolled down her twitter feed reading conspiracy threads.
Zane's door crept open making her heart rate increase and her anxiety peak. Throwing her phone on the carpet she pretended to be sleep. But she was breathing heavy meaning she could be heard.
Her eyes shot open once she felt soft fingers touch her bare arm. Turning around with force she sat up only to be met with the face of her twin. Her father.
Calming down more she shyly smiled. "Felicia come in here!" Her dad hollered turning to her door. Fully alerted, Zane scooted towards her headboard suddenly in a flimsy of panic.
"What Greg?" Felicia rolled her eyes. Glancing at Zane, Felicia smirked before coming into her room fully.
"What the hell is going on here" Zane's face screwed. "Shh babygirl" Greg said, Felicia dimmed the lights making Zane hyperventilate.
Millions of thoughts ran across her mind as she wondered what they were going to do. Feeling the air hit her skin she realized that her shirt was being lifted up.
Letting a tear out, Zane knew she should fight back once pairs of lips came in contact with her skin.
"Get off of me!" she hollered pushing Greg back some. "Bitch shut up!" felicia seethed smacking Zane and holding her arms down. Zane cried and pleaded but knew nobody could help her.
She felt her legs being hoisted into the air as the coldness hit her pearl. She wasn't a virgin, she was glad on that part, but she didn't want to be raped.
Looking upwards she saw Felicia's hand, leaning up she bit her skinny finger and rolled the skin between her teeth making Felicia pull back. Now that her arm was free, Zane cocked back and puncued Greg in the nose.
Zane's high was coming down and she felt it. "That little bitch!" Felicia screamed. Zane wondered where Kimberly was because she knew they were loud
"Shut up Felicia!" Greg spat snapping zane out of her thoughts.
Zane couldn't lie. Greg was well built and he was handsome but she couldn't imagine getting raped by her dad.
Making a final attempt, Zane kicked him in the chest making him fall back into the dresser. Felicia yanked zane by her hair and uppercutted her. Being taught a mean right hook, Zane grabbed Felicia by her silk shirt and delivered the right hook to her jaw.
Greg stood up and grabbed Zane's leg yanking her back to his penis. Zane screamed out as he rammed himself inside of her. She was slowly giving up.
Felicia cackled and grabbed Zane's hands with only her right hand. Leaning down felicia yiked Zane's shirt up as her plump breasts bounced. Felicia smiled as she sucked on Zane's nipple. Zane cried out as she squirmed.
"Be fucking still slut" Greg whispered punching her in the eye. Yelping out Zane bit her lip to contain her cries.
She didn't want to go down like this, she was shocked beyond measure and it hurt her to the core that outve all people this would happen to her.
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Hey babies 💋.
I almost cried writing this chapter 😒.
My experience was somewhat like Zanes so expect some similarity.
