1 Name: Aya : 2011-09-09 16:22 ID:chVz6dI6 [Del]
~*Prologue*~
~Aya~
It was a Saturday night. I sat in my room in the orphanage, doodling on my notebook instead of doing the homework we had been assigned over the weekend, just like any average fourteen year old kid would be doing at this point. Well, I was dyslexic, anyways, so I had no effing clue what any of the words or numbers were. Then, my boyfriend, Dillion Hart, burst in, drunker and higher than I had seen him in a long time. And that says something, because he's drunk and high A LOT. And he's only fourteen, too.
"Come on, Aya, let's go to my house. I'm gonna have fun with you." He slurred, grabbing my arm and pulling me roughly to my feet. I shook my head and tried to pull my arm away.
"Dillion, you're too drunk. Lay down, and I'll call your dad to take you home, ok?" I pried my arm from his grasp, and he smiled drunkenly.
"If I lay down, you do, too." He sat on my bed and pulled me with him. I let out a yelp as he pinned me under him, then tried to pull my shirt off.
"Dillion! Fine, come on, I'm taking you home myself." I gripped his hand, pulling him out of my room, and he stumbled after me.
"Cool." He ended up dragging me over to his house, and I tried to call for his dad, but no one was home. Aw, crap. He hauled me up the stairs, and I let out a scream.
"Dillion! Stop it and let go of me!" I whimpered as he shoved me down on his bed and took a bat from the mount on the wall. It was signed by some baseball player, I forget which, but I had a feeling that he wasn't planning on taking good care of it like usual tonight. He raised it and brought it down on my ribs, and I screeched in pain.
"Now, don't resist me, Aya. Just do what I say, and I won't hurt you again." He pushed me back on his bed and leaned over me.
"Dillion! Dillion, stop it!" I cried as he tried to rip my shirt off. He brought the bat down on my back, and I started crying with fear. "Dillion!"
"Aya, shut up! Do what I say, or I'll keep hurting you!" He brought the bat down on my stomach this time, and I whimpered. "Take off your shirt, NOW." He leaned up, and as soon as he did, I pushed him away and ran as fast as I could out of his room. He followed me with the bat and stopped me in the hallway, as I was stumbling with pain and couldn't get away in time. "AYA, get back in the room, NOW." He smacked the bat down on my back, and I let out another loud whimper.
"D-Dillion, please, just stop it! You're way too drunk and high, and I want to go back to the adoption center." I managed through my tears as he flung me back on his bed and hit me in the side.
"Well, too bad. You're mine right now. So take your shirt off, or I'll f*cking make you." He locked the door behind him and hit me in the stomach again. I shook my head, and the bat hit my stomach again with a sickening crack. I yelled out in pain, but no one was there to hear me but Dillion and I. "Take it off!" I shook my head again, and he hit me in the back this time. "Aya!" I finally nodded and slipped my shirt off, the cool night air stinging the bleeding wounds that he had inflicted on me. He smiled drunkenly again and brought the bat down on my stomach again. "And the bra." He insisted. I shook my head feverishly, and he cracked the bat into my ribs. "Bra!" I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head, then ducked as he hit me in the back. "Aya, I swear, I will do this all night if that's what it takes." He smacked me in the stomach again, making sure to cross over all the other wounds on my skin. My hands trembled as I shook my head again, and he slapped the bat across my back.
"D-Dillion, please, just s-stop." I managed through my tears. "You're drunk and high. Please just let me go home." He shook his head and brought the bat down on my side again. "Dillion!"
"Aya, just take the f*cking bra off, and I won't f*cking hit you again." He snarled. I shook my head, and he smacked the bat across my back again. I grabbed my shirt, slipped it on, and ran for the door. I unlocked it as quickly as I could and raced out of the house, Dillion carrying the bat and chasing after me. I darted into the adoption center I had lived in my entire life, slammed the door behind me, and streaked up the stairs, finally into my room, and locked the door behind me. I heard Dillion trying to break the door down and screamed for help. When someone finally came, I heard Dillion being shoved away and sighed, looking down at the awful wounds. I think that's when my soul went bad.
