manips for kristen

zelexei

its ugly but there was effort

more nutcracker B)

SHE WORE HIS SWEATER??!!!!?!!!!!2!!1!!

yet another reason to not kill aunt margo

Daddy is hitting me. 

Alexei is in the corner, passed out from the chair Daddy broke on his pale body. He's covered in marks from the wood and there are splinters stuck all in his back and thighs. 

Daddy brought out the golf clubs for me since the chair obviously wouldn't hold together. 

He heard Alexei getting emotional over me telling Cora.

"Daddy, please, stop! The police... they're not involved! No one is going to tell them anything!" 

He heaves the golf club over his shoulder and the part that's supposed to hit the ball collides with my chest. The pain shocks me and I hear myself gasp. I can feel that one strike radiate through my whole body, and the first sad noise comes past my lips. "You," He slurs, pushing the club against my forehead. "Shut the hell up." I swallow and don't say anything. With each hit, I cry out a little louder. With each cry, he hits a lot harder. He did this to me the first time I told someone; I told Ben, my cousin, and he talked to my dad even though I begged him not to. Two of my ribs still stick out from being broken. The pain is making it impossible to breathe. I'm screaming and shaking and curled up as tight as my body will go. Everything stings and hurts and I'm trying so hard to get air in my lungs and it just won't go. Daddy unfolds me with his angry rough hands and pulls down his pants. I close my eyes and my pelvis takes each thrust obediently, but still tells me it wasn't made for this kind of treatment as it aches with each of his grunts. Daddy kisses me hard on the lips and I press my mouth into a thin line, refusing it. He bangs my head against the wall. My mouth falls open as I whimper, and he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue inside, kissing me again, with more force. I hear crying that is not mine, and I see through my own clouded eyes that Alexei is awake and trembling as he watches. I also see the three broken golf clubs on the floor and Daddy's face just above mine, glaring at me. "Tell your pathetic brother to shut the fuck up." I glance back at Alexei. "Please be quiet." I manage to choke out. My father laughs in my face drunkenly and his saliva drips on my neck. "That's not what I said. I told you to tell him to shut the fuck up." I squeeze my eyes closed. "Shut the fuck up, Alexei." He cries harder. Daddy wraps his hands around my neck. "He's not listening to you. You better make him

shut his stupid mouth." I really can't breathe now. "Alexei!" My voice is raspy and oxygen deprived. "Shut the fuck up!" I hear him gasp slightly, like he's hurt by my anger. Then he cries even more. Daddy's fingers squeeze. I struggle against him, trying to get him off. The room is spinning and I can't see, can't breathe, can't, can't, can't. "You're killing her!" "You're the one who was interrupting our moment." "Your moment! That wasn't her moment!" As Daddy gets up, I float. The room comes back and the air and the pain and I take in shaky breaths, the tears flowing again. Alexei is now the one with my father inside him. I can't even beg him to stop. "Are you enjoying our moment, Alexei?" My brother doesn't reply. I close my eyes until I hear the front door slam, then look at where a sad little skeleton of a boy is staring blankly at the wall. 

"Alexei?"

He doesn't say anything. For a couple seconds, I wonder if he's alive.

"Are you alright?"

He takes a shaky breath and lets it out slowly. "You shouldn't have told."

I open my eyes and sit up as the door to my bedroom opens. I still can't get over how nice this whole house is, including my bedroom. I mean, Daddy's house was nice, but it's kind of hard to appreciate furniture and architecture and color schemes and such when you wish you were dead. Alexei is standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. I smile, trying to keep my eyes open. "Hey." One side of his mouth lifts, possibly the biggest smile I've seen since  Daddy started hurting him. "So you and Freta are getting along pretty well, hm?" I wink. He rolls his eyes, but his whole mouth spreads wider, revealing his teeth. "We're friends." "Okay, sure." He suddenly gets serious. "I'm glad you told." "I am too."

I stare at the body in front of me. Aunt Margo. The woman who saved me. She hated me at first, but she got me away from Daddy. She protected me and took care of me and believed in me. That's more than anyone else has ever done. And now I can never ever repay her. She's gone. And she's not coming back. I feel my lips start to move. My eyes well up. I start crying, silently at first, and then I'm sobbing loudly, the sound echoing. I couldn't save her. And I never told her I loved her.

heather. {fat}

O:-)

Reyna & Ben Emotional Time

I knock on Ben's door, tears running down my cheeks slowly as I wait.
I hear footsteps, and there's a pause, like maybe he's looking through the eye hole.
The door opens. "Reyna?"
I bite my lip. "Can I come in?"
He nods, stepping out of the way quickly. "What's going on?"
"I need somewhere to stay. Please?"
He frowns. "Are you alright?"
I feel my lip tremble, and I turn so he can see the new bruises and welts on my thighs.
I hear him make some kind of noise in his throat. "Reyna..."
I know it shouldn't embarrass me, but it does.
I look at the floor.
He touches my arm softly, and I meet his eyes for a second.
"I just... he fell asleep on me and I didn't want to stay there in his bed, so..."
He kisses my forehead. "Thank you for coming to me."
I avoid his eyes, still unsure of how to feel. "I just... thought maybe I could stay the night."
He pulls me close to him, his arms warm and strong.
But they're not scary strong, like Daddy's. They're good strong. The kind of strong that protects you.
"You can stay as long as you want." "I can't. I have to go back tomorrow."
"No, you don't."
"I do. He'll find me. Don't you see how obvious it is that I'd go to you or Blanche? We're related."
"We could get you away from him forever. He could go to jail."
I shake my head. "How are we going to prove he's... r... f... making me have sex with him?" My face is hot and I feel more ashamed than ever.
"Reyna, he's beating the hell out of you. If we can't prove the rape, we can prove that. You're covered in proof."
"My grades are horrible. And it's his right to punish me."
He frowns and stutters, but can't find much to say.
Even the intensity of the bruising and other physical harm wouldn't do much.
I'm failing all of my classes, and New York is supposedly one of the harshest states about school.
He rubs his forehead. "The justice system is so screwed. How is this justice? When we know they won't listen to you?"
I close my eyes, leaning my head on his chest. "I just need to stay the night. And can you tell me what to do to make my legs hurt less? And how to hide it? You can see it if I barely move in my uniform."
He releases me, guides me to the couch, hands me a mug of English Breakfast, and sits.
"Tell me everything. Everything about your dad."
I take a deep breath and start talking.

About the horrible nights I'm up until three.
About how much he drinks.
About his belt and his hard fists.
About the selling.
Everything.

Afterwards, Ben is holding his head in his hands. "Reyna... oh, God, Reyna." Is all he can say.
I set my empty mug on the table and watch him think about what I just told him.
When he looks at me, his eyes are full of tears, and it intensifies their startlingly grey color.
He sighs slowly, and I take the fleecy throw off the back of the couch and wrap it around my shoulders tightly.
"Reyna, I'm so sorry." His voice is unlike I've ever heard it.
I shrug. "I mean, I guess I'm used to it."
"No, you're not. No one can ever get used to that."
I swallow and scoot closer to him.
He pulls me into his lap, and for a second, I'm scared.
When Daddy does that, it means he's going to use the belt.
He holds me.
I relax and start crying.
Someone in this world does care about me.

bbY

hello yes i'm ready for my contract with royal ballet

johanna

more reasons to not kill aunt margo

how could you make reyna feel this way? what did she do to you?

reasons to not kill aunt margo

reyna & ben

I sit at the bar, holding my face in my hands. I swipe angrily at the tears running down my face, knowing they'll be replaced soon. I finally pull the wedding band off my finger and stare at it, allowing my shoulders to shake violently. I miss her, so much. I can't do it. I jam the ring back on my finger, and think of the line in her letter, about how she doesn't want to talk to me anymore. I glance up and notice a blond spinning on the pole. I blink and look closer, realizing it's Reyna. She stares blankly out into the crowd and I sigh, knowing she hates this. She must, especially after her dad. I watch for a while, unable to ignore how harshly she thrusts her tan, protruding hips forward, bringing her into the pole, the expression on her face seductive and inviting- until you see the hatred in her eyes, the hatred of everyone around her, and the hatred of herself. I find myself wanting her, wanting my cousin. I bite my lip and try to push the feelings away, but as she keeps twisting her body, keeps beckoning me in, and as the alcohol blurs my judgement, I watch more intently, noticing for the first time how absolutely adorable she is, how lustrous. And I want her so badly. She steps off the platform and slinks over to the bar, her cleavage leans in close to my face and I shiver slightly, wanting to touch my lips to her breasts. It takes me a moment to realize she's talking to me. "Ben!" She's hissing, "What are you doing here?" I shake my head and pull her into me. She makes a surprised squeaking noise. "Ben!" I ignore her and kiss her lips, I'm ashamed to say quite forcefully. She looks sort of disgusted, but kisses me back anyway. I feel myself become more aggressive, and Reyna glances to the side, perhaps at the bar owner, and I bring my hand into her ass, making her yelp, and as she stares at me I know I'm doing something unforgivable. I continue to spank her hard, and she just goes along with it. 

I hold out ninety dollars to Reyna and she blinks. "Ben, just go away." I shake my head. "Take it. I'm sorry." She lets me mold her fingers around the roll of cash and I pull her into a hug. She stiffens. "Would you just get out?" "Reyna..." "Get out! Just go, please! Leave me alone." I step out of the hug and touch her jawline before hurrying out of the bar. When I look back in the window, she's squeezing her lips together, and running a hand through her hair, something I happen to know is her method to stop crying.

When someone knocks on my door, I figure it's Blanche, playing our ding dong ditch game and leaving a furby on the porch again. But when I open the door, it's Reyna. She's crying, and she's moving her hand through her hair and her teeth have sunken into her lip. I blink. "Reyna, what's wrong?" She steps inside and collapses into the couch. "Ben, you're such an idiot!" I close the door and sit next to her. "How do you mean that?" She sniffs. "I'm pregnant!" "What?" "I'm pregnant and it's probably your baby!"

alexei

I hide behind the couch, watching dad talk to Reyna. After last night, I have to see what's going on. She wipes her hands on her miniskirt nervously as he pulls the report card out of its envelope. His face darkens. "Am I supposed to be satisfied with this?" "Daddy, I'm trying." He slaps her hard, right across the face. "Trying isn't good enough. A forty eight in math, Reyna?!" I start to stand up, but I see Reyna smile. "Daddy, if you hit me again, I swear to God-" He punches her right in the jaw. Then I get up. "Don't touch her again." She whips around, her hand still cradling her jaw. "Alexei," she warns, sounding exactly like those moms in movies who are trying to keep their kids from getting hit. What scares me is that despite the moms efforts, the kids always get hit. That's why it's not a surprise to me when I'm slapped too. I push him backwards into the couch. "Keep your hands off me, and keep your hands off my sister." His mouth twitches in anger and Reyna looks horrified. "Alexei," She hisses, "Get upstairs right now." I shake my head. "No, I'm not-" She glares at me, and it hurts. I slink upstairs, though every bit of me is tingling with guilt of leaving her with him. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I hear her say through the floor. "I don't know what got into him." Then I hear a thud, and a slight whimpering noise. I run into my room before I can hear anything else. I stare into the mirror and look at my face, at the throbbing hand print. I sit on the bed and take a book from the box Reyna gave me. The Giver. I open the cover and begin to read. Before long I'm completely enveloped in Jonas, the protagonist, and I can't put the book down. Until Reyna busts through my door in tears. I quickly dogear my page and close the book, jumping to my feet. "Reyna, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I-" She hugs me tightly and sobs. "He's... he's... Oh God Alexei, he's going to hurt you!" I blink and slowly hug her back. "Shh, calm down. What do you mean, hurt me?" She starts shaking. "I don't know, but he said you'd regret what you did, and oh God, you have to run." I close my eyes. "Reyna, I can't just-" "Yes you can! Run. Somewhere, anywhere. Go to my apartment! Dad doesn't know the address!" I think for a moment. "What about you?" She releases me from the hug and goes to the window, as if planning an escape route. "What about me?" "Like, where will you go? Will you come with me?" She laughs bitterly. "Dad needs someone to keep him entertained. I'll be better at satisfying him than you. But if I went, he'd get bored, and find us. You're safer without me." I shake my head in refusal. "No, I won't leave you here." She crosses her arms. "Alexei, I'm fine." I reach up and touch her lip, which is split. She winces. "I'm fine." I shake my head again. "You're not." She sits on my bed and pulls me into her lap, and I realize she must hate being the one who's worried over. She used to take care of me. "Alexei, just let me handle this, okay?" I bite my lip. "But I... I love you, Reyna." She kisses the top of my head. "I love you too."

Later, as I'm lost in another new book, my door is flung open again, and there's my dad. "Hey, come here." I blink. "Why?" He rolls his eyes. "Just come on." I reluctantly get up and follow him to his room, where Reyna is on the bed, seemingly stuck in a pose somewhere between seductive and hurt, her shoulders thrust forward and legs straddling the bed, her hair messed up and her eyes somewhat desperate when they meet mine. I look at my dad, feeling my chest tighten. "What did you do to her?" He smirks. "Nothing yet. Sit down." He nods to a chair and I uncertainly settle into it. He makes his way over to his bed and kisses her. He kisses my sister. She just sits. He pushes her into the wall and she just sits. He punches her. "Come on, skank." She glares at him, and I feel my face redden. "Don't call her that." He laughs. "I'll call her whatever I please." Reyna casts me a warning glance, and then moves into our father's lap. He makes a 'Hmph' noise and pulls on her hair, then I watch in horror as he actually rapes my sister. She calmly allows him to abuse her, and I can't believe she's not protesting. He tosses her aside to the floor, where she collects her posture, and pulls on a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt. I blink, but am snapped back to reality when my dad picks me up by the collar and throws me into the wall. I whimper slightly and Reyna narrows her eyes at my dad. "Daddy..." He punches me in the face repeatedly, grinning. Her deep brown eyes widen as Dad pulls out a whip and flashes me a smile. "Daddy." He ignores her and slaps me. "Your clothes go." I swallow and pull off my shirt and pants. The corner of his mouth pricks up in a devilish smile. I follow my instincts and turn around, and suddenly my back is lit on fire. I let out a pained moan, and he begins laughing. "Oh, you like it? You going to moan for me? Well by all means Alexei, show me how much you like it." He continues to crack the whip, and I try hard not to cry, but I end up wailing. He kicks me, right in the crotch, and Reyna stands up, pulling him off of me. "Stop it, Daddy." He snickers and continues. I'm aware of heat, all over my body, heat and snapping. Reyna starts screaming, and hitting him, and he hits her back, and I forget what happens after that.

I wake up numb, faint beeping in the room, Reyna's face over mine. I blink repeatedly. "R-Reyna?" She touches my face. "Yes?" I look around. "What... happened?" She sighs. "Dad." I blink again, remembering. "Oh." She nods and a familiar face appears in the doorway. I blink and try to remember where I know her from. "Hey," She says quietly. "Bad fight, huh?" I look back and forth between she and Reyna. Reyna half smiles at her, and mumbles a "thanks". The lady nods and bends over me, and I'm aware that she's touching me. Like, as in, touching my penis. I feel my eyes widen. "What are you-" She pulls out a roll of bandage from the cabinet and begins wrapping it around me, and she glances at me. "I know you got kicked, I'm a doctor, okay, don't freak out." She turns me on my stomach and presses something cool to my back and I wince slightly. "I'm sorry, I know it stings." She covers it in bandages too, and then turns me again, wrapping stuff around my ribcage, and I start crying, and she pauses. "What's wrong?" I shake my head. "This is embarrassing, and it hurts, and I don't even know you." She softens a bit and finishes whatever she was doing with my ribs. "I know you probably don't like me touching you everywhere, and doing all these things, while you're still in pain. And I'm sorry, but this is my job. And you know who I am." She peels something off my face, and I smell blood and then I'm throwing up, and she looks sad and Reyna looks up at her. "I'll do the rest, please." The doctor nods. "Alright." Reyna finds a towel and begins cleaning me up, and I notice her mouth twitching as if she can't hold back tears any longer. She tosses the towel into a hamper thingy and picks me up while the mystery lady changes the sheets. When I'm back in bed, Reyna presses a cool cloth to my face, and talks to me, just about whatever, I don't even know what she's saying. She finally finishes and kisses my forehead. "There." I blink. "Thank you." She shakes her head and sits in the chair next to my bed. The doctor looks up from her clipboard and nods. "Good. Now, where did you want me to say the cuts on his back came from?" Reyna looks back at her. "Oh, yeah. Just say I just brought him over from Russia... which I did, but you know. And at his school the teacher had done that. Which isn't a total lie." The doctor nods. "Right." I bite my lip. "Why are you lying?" Reyna glances at me. "We can't tell the truth; Dad would kill us." She says it as if I should've realized that. I blink. "Why is she covering for us?" Reyna smiles. "You really don't remember her?" I shake my head. The doctor pulls out her phone and flips to a picture of... me, and Reyna, and someone with turquoise hair. I blink. "How old was I?" She smiles. "Seven. I was seventeen. Your sister was twelve." I look at the picture again. "Blanche...?" Her smile widens. "I knew you'd remember." I finally smile back. "Yeah..." She hands me a drink from the fridge and leaves, I guess to go care for other patients. Reyna sits on the bed and kisses my cheek. "Are you... okay?" I look down at my ribs. "No." She strokes my hair. "I know, I'm sorry." "It's not your fault. It's no one's fault except-" I look up as the door opens and let out a yelp. "Hello my angels." My father smiles. Reyna stands up. "Don't you dare come near him or I will call the doctor and tell her the truth." He laughs. "You wouldn't dare." She narrows her eyes at him. "I would." He must have noticed her voice shake like I did because he slaps her. "Shut up, stop wasting your breath. You don't have the courage." I bite my lip, but end up growling at him anyway. "She has the courage to do anything she wants, shut up." He punches me in the nose, and I start crying again cause its not like I didn't already get punched to near death last night. Reyna grabs his arm and jerks him away from me. "Don't hurt him, please." He sighs as if irritated with everyone including himself. "You get two nights off for him to recover, then I expect you back, at least you anyway." She swallows. "Yes, Daddy. I'll be there. Thank you." He slaps her one last time and storms out. Reyna lies down next to me, and pulls me close, letting me snuggle into her. "It's okay, Alexei." She whispers, and I realize I've been crying hysterically. 

kett

Brett rolled over in bed, blinking his eyes open. Where was Karl? He glanced at the bedside table, where the clock read 2:18. He frowned and sat up, looking around. "Karl?" He stood and looked out the window. The pool lights were on. He tilted his head and walked down the stairs, tiptoeing out the back door. Karl was lounging in the pool. "Babe, what are you doing?" Brett could hear the raspiness of his own voice. Karl turned and grinned at him. "Why don't you join me?" "It's two in the morning. Come on to bed." "Noooo, this is fun. And it would be even more fun with you." Brett sighed. "I don't even have a swimsuit." "Did I say you needed a swimsuit?" "Well, I-" Karl climbed out of the pool and dropped his swim shorts to the ground. Brett stared. His mouth watered slightly. Karl giggled and kissed Brett's cheek, making him blush. He pulled his shirt away and inched his fingers into his boyfriend's boxers. "Come on, we can skinny dip." Karl nudged him with a smirk. Brett directed Karl's hands to his hips and pushed his underwear to the deck. Karl squealed excitedly and looked out to the pool. Brett slid his hand into Karl's and dipped a toe in the water. "Stop that, just jump!" "It's cold!" "I'll jump with you." Brett ran a hand through his hair and looked at Karl. "One." Karl winked. "Two." "Uh, two and a half." Karl rolls his eyes. "Three." He watched as Brett plunged into the water. He giggled evilly and grinned down at his boyfriend. "Come on, you have to make sure I'm holding your hand!" Brett shivered. "Kar, please. It's cold and you know I don't like swimming." Karl slid into the water and waded over. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking. Come here." Brett moved closer and wrapped his arms around Karl's neck, sighing softly. Karl rubbed his back and left a kiss on his neck. "I love you." Brett rested his head on Karl's shoulder. "I love you too." Karl lifted his lover's tan face and kissed him softly, smiling when the kiss was returned right away. Karl went limp in Brett's arms, completely engrossed in the exchange. Brett carried him out of the water and reclined in a deck chair, pulling Karl tight against him. Karl bit down on his lip and shoved his tongue into Brett's mouth. Brett moaned loudly and moved his hands all along the body on top of his. Karl groaned even louder than Brett had, and they stayed like that for a long time.

ben and alexei

I shiver in my hospital bed, and struggle against the restraints holding me to the mattress. I can feel my lip trembling, but try  to keep quiet. My door creaks open and I whimper, wondering which nurse has come to shut me up. Instead, it's Ben. He walks slowly to my bed, closing the door silently behind him. He leans down to kiss my forehead, and lets my wrists and ankles free. I crawl into his lap, burying my face into his neck to smell his aftershave. "You came." Ben rubs my back. "Of course I did. Brought you something too." I smile and close my eyes, letting him press my gift into my hands. I grin when I see the nail polish kit resting in my palms. "I know you like gradient nails, so now you can learn to do your own." I hug him once more. "Thank you." He strokes my cheek gently. "It's my pleasure. I'll paint them if you like." My eyes widen. "Really?" Ben pulls the three colors of nail polish from the box and sets to work. As they dry, I giggle slightly. "Ben, they're so pretty." He gingerly pricks the nail he had last painted and, satisfied with its dryness, kisses my cheek. I blush a bit, letting Ben rock me. "Ben?" "Yes?" "I love you." Ben smiles and distributes little kisses all up and down my neck. "I love you too." I move closer to him, taking another sniff of his aftershave. Ben smiles and lays down, cuddling against me. I'm glad for the affection and warmth, and I guess he's glad to supply it. I fall asleep at some point, and through a  dream I hear, "my baby". I smile at Ben, who is now in the dream. "Your baby."

When I wake the next morning, Ben is still snoring next to me. I giggle slightly and move closer, finding my hospital gown and his scrubs have been removed. I blush as Ben's eyes open, the corners crinkling. "Hey, Baby." "H-hi." I whisper shyly. Ben's eyes drift downward to where my member has started to grow. He strokes me lightly, making me moan in pleasure. "Mm, do you like that?" He whispers, his skilled fingers teasing me quickly. I bite my lip as warmth spreads throughout my body. "Y-yes." He slowly scoots toward the end of the bed, winking at me before pressing a small kiss into the tip of my penis. I swallow, hard, and watch as he fits his lips around me. He stares up at me with those gorgeous grey eyes and slowly moves his tongue around me. I let out a small cry, sweat beading on my forehead. "Relax, baby." He breathes against my hipbone before returning to his activity. He sucks then, and I grab the blankets, letting out a squeal. I hear him laugh, then he picks me up and positions me under him. I feel my face heat up, and he smacks my ass once before thrusting inside of me. I whimper loudly and look back at him as he grabs my waist and holds on tight. I start to speak, but he shushes me, speeding up. I know I've reached my climax, but Ben continues, his strong hips moving my body like a rag doll. Finally, I've orgasmed so many times I can't take it. I start screaming, my entire body shaking and weak. Ben pulls me into his lap and kisses my forehead gently, his saliva stringing a little bit, and leaving a wet spot on my skin. I blush up at him uncontrollably and he kisses my cheek. "Good boy." He murmurs.

character trivia

Correct answers

1.  Taylor Swift

2. Augustine

3. Four

4. Brunette

5. Three

6. Taylor Swift

7. Cashmere told her so

8. Banana

9. Greece

10. She was upset about her mother's remarriage 

11. Rusty nail

12. Milkshake

13. Kesha

14. She was born with cerebral palsy

15. Yes

16. Derek

17. Four

18. Castor

19. He blames her for the death of his wife

20. Aurora

21. Brigida attempted suicide by drinking bleach

22. She gave him a ride to school on an icy morning

23. An old couple who work in a hotel and takes in orphans

24. She was abandoned

25. Apples

26. When they met

27. Marlboro

28. Four and a half

29. Reyna

30. Castor was on drugs

31. Her father told her that was the only thing he liked about her

32. Kristina

33. She was bitter

34. Fluttershy

35. Cashmere

36. Annabeth

37. Butterflies

38. No

39. Modern family

40. Freta's teasing had made him insecure

ouat instagram

"all you'll have

is an empty heart

and a chipped cup." 🌹☕

if you don't like rumbelle

i don't like you 🌚

ea instagram bio

                 emilie is queen 👑

                        " уσυ'νє мα∂є

         α ∂郃єяєη¢є

                         уσυ'νє ωση

уσυя ƒιgнт  " 🌸🔑

instagram bio

•the hunger games•

•percy jackson and the olympians•

•lost•

•the great gatsby•

•bates motel•

"i need you to believe in me." - shannon rutherford 🌸

raspberry

I try to collect myself after the night's events, but everything hurts and the scenes keep replaying in my head. My dad fucking me. His fist slamming into my mouth several times and splitting my lip open wide. Me, getting my head banged against the wall every time I made a sound. I look in the mirror at my swelling lip and the bruises already forming. My hair looks like bleached straw. I pull a pair of sweatpants over my legs that bled from his fingernails grabbing my thighs. I push my arms through the sleeves of a hoodie and decide to go find Malcom, my dad's business partner who's always nice to me. I unlock my window and slide it up slowly, hoping he can't hear it from his room downstairs where I can hear him hitting my mom. I put one leg through and reach for the tall oak tree. I end up hanging upside down by one leg and almost plant myself head first into the flowerbed but I manage to perch myself in the tree and leave the window cracked for my return. I run down the street as fast as I can, the tears starting as I think back once again on the hell my father brought upon me. Malcom lives just a couple blocks away and the dark neighborhood scares me into running faster than usual. I reach his door relatively quickly and knock. His lights are on, which is a good sign. I hear footsteps, and then the door opens. Malcom looks confused. "Raspberry?" I cry harder, and my lip starts bleeding again. He touches my shoulder and guides me to his couch, where he gives me a mug of peppermint tea. "What happened, what are you doing here?" I sip at the tea and only manage to make little whimpering sounds. He frowns and sits in a chair. I finally find the words and they fall out of my mouth. "My dad made me have sex with him and he beat me up." I could have made that sentence a lot more professional but I sound like a whiny child. He doesn't seem to notice, and takes my hand. The other one shakes so violently I spill tea on my sweats and burn my thigh. He takes the cup from me and leads me down the hall to a bedroom, which I'm assuming is his. He closes the door and uses a key to lock it, meaning I can't get out. I start to say something but he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me. It hurts, and I resist. He bites at me to get me to open up my mouth. I squeak, my lip tearing a little more. He thrusts his tongue past it and runs his hands all along my body. I struggle, trying to get away from him, but I know there's nowhere to go. He grips my wrists and I consider kneeing him in the crotch, overpowering him, and torturing him until he gives me the key, or just breaking the door down, but I just stand still, too afraid and sad. He pulls me over to the bed, where he undresses me slowly. I can see his boner through his pants when he unclips my bra and throws it on the floor. He quickly unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants down to his ankles. I lie shaking on the comforter as he lubes up, stroking his disgusting penis with great care and groaning throatily, like a wild animal. When he seems satisfied with the state of his dick, he pins me against the bed as if I have somewhere to go, and forces himself into me. It's like a fire, like he struck a match and now my whole pelvis is on fire. It burns and stings and aches all at once. I can hear myself start crying again, but his loud moans overpower my misery, and I just close my eyes. 

Then it's over, and he's asleep. I hurriedly dress myself and sneak the key out of his pocket, creep over to the door and unlock it, then flee from the house where I thought I was safest. 

holtina

Kristina groaned as she reached over to snooze her alarm, turning back over to sleep for five more minutes, which can really feel like an hour if you're tired. She snuggled her face back into Holt's chest, which smelled like boy and her coconut shampoo. His arm circled around her and he mumbled something about Kristina twerking. 'Oh god,' she thought. 'I /really/ hope he remembers that dream.' 

The alarm struck back in four minutes, waking them both this time. Kristina turned on the lamp, which produced only a soft glow, so it was perfect for waking up. She forced her eyes open, which she discovered was actually painful. What? Holt pulled the blankets over his head, and she sat up. She found her jeans and a grey sweater, yanking the pants on with a bit of difficulty and pulling the sweater over her head. She noticed then that Holt was watching with squinty eyes, like he hadn't adjusted to the light. She smiled and started to leave. "Be right back, I have to pee." He stopped her with a, "wait!" She turned and blinked. "Are you pregnant?" His voice was hushed. She laughed quietly. "What? No." And she left. Holt frowned, not totally convinced. 

When she returned, he was wringing his hands. "Are you sure?" She blinked. "About...?" "That you're not pregnant." She sat on the bed. "Why are you so concerned?" "You're showing signs, I mean, I saw you holding your back yesterday, and your jeans used to be too big, and you're peeing more." She brushed his hair out of his eyes. "I'm not pregnant." "We did have unprotected sex." "Wow, wasn't it great?" She smiled at the memory. "Anyway, even if I was pregnant, the new kid would love you just as much as Beth and I do." "But what if it didn't? I mean... I'm weird." Kristina laid back down and sighed. "Okay, this is going to sound like the most cliche'd thing ever, but you're not weird, you're just different. I mean, everyone's different, I'm different, Beth is different, Loreli is different. I could go on, but I won't name off everyone we know." "But I'm... a lot different." She couldn't really argue. He was a lot different, it was just a fact. She smiled at him. "Yeah. You are a lot different. And you know what? You're weird too. You're so weird." Holt was just confused now. "Wh-" "But the guys I've been with that weren't weird were assholes. They got tired of me. But you stayed with me through everything. I was this close to dying," she held her fingers about a tenth of an inch apart. "But you stayed and you kissed me and you told me you loved me even when I was bald and ugly. You've been the only one who hasn't given up on me. You're weird, but you're perfect for me. You're smart and sensible, so we balance each other out. And you're sweet and caring and the best person I know. Maybe I just like weird guys, but I don't see anything wrong with you. You're the only one I want." She stopped and kissed him. He blushed profusely. "I just feel like-" She cut him off with another kiss and he gave up, deciding it was better to kiss her back. 

"Holt?"

"Mmm?"

"Making out first thing in the morning is weird... but I like it."

pepper and siuox

Pepper gagged almost silently as she shoved her finger down her throat and flapped it around. She rolled her uvula around between her thumb and index finger until she felt everything she'd eaten that day start to come up. She quickly moved her hand out of the way and puked quietly into the shiny porcelain bowl in front of her. She didn't stop until all that came out of her mouth was clear liquid nothingness. Perfect. Just like that, she was clean. She stood and flushed the toilet, wiping her mouth on a piece of toilet paper. When she opened the door, there was Siuox. How did she keep showing up all the time? It was clear she didn't like Pepper. Pepper started to exit the stall with a mumbled "excuse me", but Siuox stopped her. "What have you been doing in here?" "Uh, do I really need to answer that question?" "Well, if your pee smells like this," She waved at the air. "You should probably go to the hospital." Pepper rolled her eyes. "I'm sick, okay? I had to throw up." "You were pretty quiet in there. I'd say you've been sick for a long time." Pepper narrowed her eyes. "Can you just leave me alone and let me wash my hands and go?" "Why so rude all of a sudden?" "What?" "I've always been the rude one, why are you stealing my thunder? You're supposed to be nice and offer me diet pills and tell me I'm pretty. Maybe even give me a vomiting lesson." Pepper sighed. "I would teach you but you don't need it. Your body is pretty already. Mine," She looked down. "Needs some work." "Yeah, you look like you need a pizza. Or six." Pepper narrowed her eyes. "Look, I don't care what you do, but don't you dare mock me about being fat, because I'm working on it, okay? I wake up at five in the morning to exercise for two hours, then I eat a little bit, then puke, then I eat a lot, then puke and then exercise some more! I'm trying! Don't mock me because I don't need it!" She shoved her arm out of the way and stormed out of the bathroom without washing her hands. Siuox rolled her eyes and followed her. "Pepper," Pepper didn't look back, just kept pushing through the hoards of drunkards. "Pepper, come on, I wasn't calling you fat! My point was you're too thin!" Siuox stopped in the middle of a dancing mob. Why was she following her? She didn't care about her. She could die, for all she cared. Then she realized it wasn't true. This time, she did actually give a damn. She hurried after her into the cold rain outside the bar. Pepper was already soaked, and her wet clothes just enhanced her skeletal physique. "Pepper!" She was barely audible over a loud clap of thunder, but the small girl turned to glare at her. "What? Do you have a new fat joke you want to share?" "No!" She started to say something else but ran over. Pepper was shaking uncontrollably, unable to retain any heat. Siuox hugged her tightly, surprising them both. "Come on, I'm taking you home." She grabbed Pepper's wrist and started to pull her, but finding her impossibly light, she decided to carry her. What was she doing? Why was she carrying this girl she had found so annoying weeks ago to her apartment? Pepper had been fighting her, but stopped, too tired to do anything but wrap her arms around Siuox's neck. Right as they stepped into the apartment, through the window they saw the rain stop. Siuox rolled her eyes and gave Pepper a towel. "I'll put your clothes in the dryer and see if I have anything that fits you. I probably don't but whatever." She turned and walked into her bedroom, leaving Pepper alone in the doorway. She opened a door and, relieved it was the bathroom, stepped inside and peeled off her sweater and leggings. She looked up as the door swung open. Siuox was holding out a big t-shirt, a pair of polka dotted underwear, and a clothes pin. She quickly looked away from Pepper's frighteningly thin, naked body and stretched her arm even further. Pepper took the clothes and gave her own cold, wet ones to the expecting hand. The door closed again, quietly. Pepper slowly pulled the shirt over her head, and found it was very loose, and hung to her upper-mid thighs. It was obviously too big for both of the girls, since it looked like it was made for a fat dude. She inched the underwear up her legs and hoped they had been washed recently. The elastic band was too big, and the panties quickly slid down. She picked up the clothes pin and adjusted them. Finally, she opened the door and shuffled into the living room, where Siuox was sitting on the couch in a bra and Nike shorts. Pepper stared at her. "Why did you bring me here? Why didn't you just leave me?" Siuox opened her eyes. "Because I realized I don't hate you." Pepper sat next to her. "Really?" "Yeah. I guess I just never really give anyone a chance. But you kept showing up, so... I kind of had to. And I think you're cute." Pepper blushed and looked away. "That makes it even cuter. Oh by the way, did my underwear fit you?" Pepper lifted the t-shirt hem to show her the pin. Siuox shrugged. "Well, that's what it was for." "You're not fat though..." "I'm not worried about that. I feel satisfied and confident with my body." Pepper nodded. "Well, I think you have a very attractive body." "Do you?" "Yes. Everything looks so balanced and perfect." "What's your favorite part?" Pepper's face turned bright red again. "I think your breasts are lovely." "So you've been looking at my boobs this whole time?" "No! I just- I saw them..." Siuox slid her hand up the big shirt Pepper wore, and stroked her nipple gently. "You aren't shaking anymore, so I'd say you're turned on right now." Pepper shook her head. "Just cold." "I see." Siuox easily pulled down the band of her borrowed underwear, and scratched her hipbone on the way down. Pepper swallowed to stop the moan. Siuox looked at the crotch of the garment she had just removed. "Hm. There's some kind of sticky, clear substance in here. I wonder what this is. And judging by the amount, I'd say it started forming the minute you saw me sitting here." Pepper couldn't take the teasing any longer. "Fuck me!" She screamed, dropping her head backwards. Siuox laughed. "You're demanding. I want you to beg for it." "Please. Please fuck me hard, I don't care where. Against a wall, on the table, on the floor, here, anywhere!" "I will not fuck you here, I will not fuck you there. I will not fuck you anywhere! Not until you give me a better plea than that." "Please, please. You've teased me too much, and now you've got me cumming all over your couch. Please!" Siuox laughed again. "Alright, old sport, alright." She unclipped her bra and pulled Pepper's shirt over her head. Pepper cried out softly when her new friend sat on her stomach and humped her forcefully. Siuox was beginning to feel horny too, and kicked off her shorts. Pepper grabbed her hips and pulled Sioux up to her face, letting out a squeak when she sat down. Pepper didn't care about breathing anymore as she shoved her tongue into Siuox's vagina. Siuox grabbed the couch cushion and exhaled loudly as Pepper basically made out with her genital. When Pepper started running her tongue up and down her clit roughly, she grabbed her hair and pulled hard, making Pepper squeal and giggle. She pressed a hard kiss into the sensitive spot, and grinned as cum trickled into her mouth. Siuox was breathing hard and cussing under her breath. Pepper grinned and wrapped her arms around Siuox's heaving shoulders. She squealed as they rolled off the couch and landed hard on the floor. Siuox slid her finger up inside of Pepper and she let out a low throaty sound. "You like that?" Pepper nodded and bit down on her lip as another finger was added. Siuox pulled them out and sat still, looking at the ceiling innocently. "No! I didn't stop in the middle of yours! It's not fair." Siuox looked at her wrist, though she wore no watch, then glanced back around the room. Pepper was about to fix her problem herself when Siuox pounded her fist into Pepper's virgin body. The scream that emerged was shrill, breathy, and begging for more. Pepper pushed herself into Siuox's lap and the two continued giving each other favors through the night. 

Siuox woke up at two o clock, and found she was alone on the floor next to the pizza box and empty bag of Funyuns. The bathroom light crept out from under the door and she sighed, standing slowly and letting all her joints crack. She tiptoed over to the bathroom and opened the door silently. Pepper was emptying her stomach into the toilet, as Siuox had suspected. Her ribs and spine vertebraes looked like you could grab them and rip them out. Her hips were like handles. Siuox was angry. Here she was, caring about someone, and they didn't even care about themselves, at least, not enough to stop killing themselves every day. "God, I picked a winner, didn't I?" She scoffed bitterly, then covered her mouth. Pepper turned and whimpered. "I felt too full. I couldn't sleep." "Why are you doing this?" "Because I'm fat!" "No you're not! No one is fat! Fat is a thing. A yellow spongy thing that every animal in the world needs to survive. You're a human, one of the animals that needs fat. Yet I can't find it anywhere on your body." "Everyone else can! I started doing this because the girls at my school would pinch my face, and my stomach, and my thighs every day. And it was even worse because my foster dad did the same thing. He worked for some clothing company and told me I was made of lard and excuses. This one girl at school said I looked like a deformed whale-" "I don't care! I think you would be beautiful if you were nine hundred pounds! I like you! And it sucks for me because you're the only person on this earth I care about and you're going to die if you don't stop!" Pepper threw her arms around her and started crying. "I don't want to fight!" Siuox sighed loudly. "I don't either." "Can we talk about this later? I think we're both too emotional to have this conversation right now." Siuox nodded and led Pepper to her bed, where they both climbed in and found each other's warmth in the dark. Pepper held tightly to Siuox's shoulders and wrapped her legs around her waist. Siuox did the same and they fell asleep like that, inseparable. 

shoone

Shannon peeked out of her bedroom door and looked down the hallway before opening her window to Jason, who was waiting impatiently. "God, Shannon, what took so long?" She bit at her lip. "I was getting ready... and making sure no one was home." Jason crossed his arms. "Well getting ready sure took long for how you look." She blinked at him, her mouth falling open. "Excuse me?" He slapped her hard, across the face, and she shut her eyes tightly. "Don't get an attitude with me, Shannon." Shannon only nodded and allowed Jason to pull off her tank top. She stepped closer and removed his as well. Both their pairs of pants fell to the ground, and Jason unhooked Shannon's bra. She pushed his underwear down, and he did the same with hers. He smacked her ass hard, and she winced. "Shannon, you like it. Don't you?" She hurriedly nodded. "Y-yes Jason." He narrowed his eyes at her and shoved her onto the bed. She closed her eyes tightly and pretended to enjoy everything, but everywhere he hit her was stinging, and he was far too aggressive. She was quite honestly terrified. 

When Jason left, she ran down the hall and to the bathroom, hurriedly turning on the shower. She sighed as hot water soaked her body and eased the pain, her dark blond hair falling to her waist. As she dried herself off with the towel, she frowned at the mark on her cheek, and examined the rest of her body, which was beginning to bruise as well. She slipped on a pair of flannel pants and a sweatshirt, slinking back to her bedroom and closing her eyes, finally alone. Then someone knocked. She sighed. "It's open." Boone peeked in and smiled. "Hey." She looked at the ceiling. "Hi." He sat on the edge of the bed and tilted his head at her. "Are you okay?" She rolled on her side, remembering the place on her cheek. "I'm fine." "Are you sure?" She closed her eyes. "Boone, I'm fine." She sat up and hugged him. "But thanks." He smiled again and hugged her back. "No problem. If you need anything, I'm here to help." She smiled. "Yeah, I know." He ran his fingers through her   hair gently and frowned when he noticed her cheek. "Shannon, what happened?" She pushed his hand away. "I, uh, got hit in the dance studio. Someone's shoes were dead and they threw one of them across the room. It hit me." Boone swallowed, not totally convinced.

alexei bby

reyna & lily

reyna & lily