Found

Sixteen

Warning: Rape, Flash backs, The voice.
I don't know how, but somehow, I managed to slip of of Scott's sight.

Why was I doing this?

Because you are such a fucking slut!

Did I really want this?

Yes you do. You can't wait to have somebody up your ass.

God. I'm such an idiot, but there was no way I was going back now. No. Scott would ask questions, my parents would worry. It was better I stayed away for now. I needed to think. Needed to get away from them.

Not like they're gonna miss your sorry ass. I'll bet, they'll even throw a party. Our dysfunctional son is gone! Hurray! I can see it now. Loud music. Lots of handsy people. Bright lights. And a big banner out front.

I shook my head. No. They wouldn't. They love me. Right? I mean, they have too. They're my family.

Not by choice! They got stuck with you.

The voice was right. They probably hated me, but had to save face as a loving family, people who cared so deeply about me that it left no room for doubt.

First chance they get, first opportunity they see that doesn't involve you, and they'll take it. Just you watch.

I looked around me. This part of town was dank, dark and damp. Though it was not even half past eleven, there were so many shadows.

I shivered, hugging myself. It was also creepy and I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being watched, followed, hunted almost.

"Well. Well. Well." A voice, foreign, unknown, hissed.

I turned around and saw a man, roughly my height, with dark hair. I couldn't discern any colors on him, other than the pale of his skin. He took a step towards me, and I took a step back, continuously like this until I was cornered in a dark alley, no light penetrating the shadows.

I felt him press against me, an arm on either side of me, trapping me, caging me against the damp wall.

"You know, I have been told that you offer such a good time, that you make such beautiful sounds with your mouth." He growled into my ear. I could feel his hot breath hitting the skin and my breath picked up, my body beginning to shake.

No! No, please! I begged silently as the voice began to laugh.

You are getting what to deserve do it. You fucking whore. All you're good for is this. Just accept that.

Please! Let me go! Spare me! I began to struggle against him, trying to move away, free myself. But my starving, malnourished body was no match and I was stuck where I was. Water from the damp brick wall seeped into my black clothes as he pressed me hard against the frigid surface. Despite this knowledge, I fought against him until I felt a hand connect with the pale skin on my cheek.

I froze instantly, memories swarming up on me.

"Fuck, boy!" Alex was snarling in my ear as he used me. "Your really know how to take."

"Eh! Dramine promised a good fling with this one. It is so not worthy of that title!" The cook from the drug house.

"This is what you deserve!" Drake's voice shrieked, rattling around in my head.

"No. Please! Let me go! Please no!" I begged, my voices weak, cracking as tears streamed down my cheeks. Flashes of men and women, using me to their desires, beating me when I said no, when I made a sound.

"Hell no, boy. I am not passing up this chance." He snarled and yanked painfully at my shirt until he managed to get it over my head and off of my body.

He made a sound in his throat as he looked me over. "So damn skinny. I could snap you in half." Then his hands, dry and rough, were at my waist band, fiddling with my button. Down went my pants. He managed to get them off around

Suddenly, my body wouldn't respond. It wasn't struggling. It gave in, and I let it, trying to retreat up into my head, to get away from the horror.

I tried so hard, and yet, all of his advances, I felt them. I couldn't escape out of this.

I could hear his laughter, ringing in my ears. I could feel his hands sliding all over my body.

He shoved me to the ground, and there I laid, back arched involuntarily away from the cold, a noise of displeasure at the cold forcing itself out of my mouth.

"I can't wait to hear just what sounds I can get you to make." He yanked his own shirt up over his head and discarded it, then set to work taking off his pants. I squeezed my eyes shut, laying prone in the ground, freezing, quaking.

Soon, he was straddling my hips, hands on my chest, pressing down. "I'm going to enjoy you greatly."

The, my last protection against him was gone. He tossed my boxers away, leaving me exposed. Calloused hands forced me on to my stomach and he made a noise in his throat.

"Wow. Look at this mess. Who the hell would ever want someone who's back is so fucked up?" He contemplated. "Who's whole body is so fucked up?"

I feebly made one last stand and clawed at the ground to get away, but he brought his knee into my side, winding me.

"Stay still, and I might not kill you after wards." He snarled. His hands dug into my skin and I cried out in pain.

"Shut up, you fucking Bitch."

Yeah. Listen to the man. No one wants to hear yo-

The voice was cut off when scream tore through my throat as the man behind me slammed into me.

Instantly, I found myself at Drake's house. I could hear his pleasure as he used me. This time was no different. I was nothing but a fuck toy to them.

And that's all you'll ever be, whore.

I felt the all too familiar feeling of blood dripping down my leg. It had happened so many times. I bit my lip, hands fisted, nails digging into my skin.

I couldn't hear anything over the ringing of pain in my ears. God, just let him be done. Please. Begged silently.

I sobbed and shook, scared and cold, as he finished with me. Almost immediately after, he stood up and kicked me, hard, in the side of the head. I fell to the side, skin scrapping on the rough ground, as everything began to fade. Last thing I saw as I laid there, trying to blink away the black at the edges of my vision, was him collecting his clothes and striding away, as thought he had not just raped someone.

Then, surrounded by memories, cold, fear, and pain, my world went dark.

~°~
I will tell you something. The man's name was Jake. Alex hired him to do this to Mitch.

I am such a bad, bad person. Do you want a chapter from Scott's P.O.V next?

Oh, and stay sexy
-Scomiche❤💛💚💙💜