WARNING!! RAPE ABUSE DRUGS AND MISCARRIAGE!!!!
~Damien POV~
Where are we? I asked Dante as I looked around a strange dark room. It was so dark even I couldn't see. The lights switch on, and I found myself staring at Nexy. But she looked younger, way younger. She was sitting on the edge of a bed, wearing an oversized t-shirt staring at the floor. I looked around the room, trying to figure out where she was, when I realized this was a guy's room. Bryan's room?
Is this one of Nexy's memories? Asked Dante. We were unsure how she was able to show us this. I heard the shower turn off, and Nexy looked up and stared at the bathroom door. I could feel how terrified she was. The door opened, and Bryan came with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Not bad for your first time, huh?" Bryan said, walking up to her. She looked up at him with fear in her eyes. I wanted to protect her, but I couldn't move. I could only stand here and watch. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her off the bed.
"Let me go! You're hurting me, Bryan!" She cried out, but her cries fell on empty ears.
"You are such a fucking whore!" He threw her hard on the floor. "Look what you did! You made a fucking mess!" He pointed at the spot on the bed where she sat. There were traces of blood.
"I'm s-sorry," I begged, which earned her a hard slap.
He hit her? That fucking piece of shit hit her! Dante yelled. She never told us he hit her, but then again. She never told us anything. Only Amy and Melissa knew.
He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the bathroom. She tried fighting him off, but she wasn't any match for him. "You disgusting fucking whore!" He shouted, throwing her on the bathroom floor. "Get yourself cleaned up! And when you're done, you're going to clean the fucking mess you made on my fucking bed!"
"I-I'm sorry!" She cried, shielding herself from his kicks. "I'm so sorry!" She begged repeatedly.
"You stupid, clumsy whore!" He would shout at her as he kicked her.
Stupid, clumsy whore. Those were Tasha's words to Nexy when she spilled the glass of water on me. That's what caused her panic attack that day. That's why she kept apologizing and crying. She remembered Byran.
He's hurting her! Dante whimpered, covering his face with his paws.
I can't look. I closed my eyes, but I could still hear everything. Every blow. Every kick. Every whimper came out of her. And what made it worse, I could feel everything she was feeling.
After a few minutes, everything went quiet. I opened my eyes, and I was standing in a different bathroom. It was smaller than Bryan's bathroom. Most likely her apartment bathroom in Ohio. I recognized the same lotion she still uses on the shelf and her dad's razor products. The door opened, and Nexy walked in. I watched as she undressed herself and turned the water on. Bruises covered her lower body, mostly on her stomach and legs. She stared at herself in the mirror tracing the bruises, flinching from pain as her finger ran across them. This memory was probably the day after. Her bruises looked fresh but were starting to heal. She was a fast healer, after all.
Once the tub was filled with water, she got in and crawled into a ball completely submerged underwater.
She's in pain. Dante whimpered as we watched her cry silently.
She's in a lot of pain. I muttered as everything turned black again.
I opened my eyes and was now in school, walking behind her and some girl.
"Are you going to the party with Bryan?" Asked her friend.
"No," Nexy replied, looking uncomfortable.
"Seriously? Today is the last day of school. Don't you want to start your summer vacation having fun like a normal human?" Her friend teased her.
"My dad said no," Nexy said. I could tell that was a lie.
"Sneak out!" Her friend laughed.
"I sleep in the living room, Chloe. How exactly am I going to do that?" Nexy replied.
"You got a point." Chloe laughed.
I followed Nexy as she waved goodbye to her friend and walked to a Walgreens near her school. I followed her down the isles until she reached the pregnancy tests. She bought it and then headed straight home.
Pregnancy test already? Weird. Dante said.
Her parents weren't home when she returned. She sighed in relief and went into the bathroom, taking the test out of her pocket.
It's a little early for her to be pregnant with Eudora. I told Dante. Eudora would not be born until September of next year, according to the earlier conversation with Chloe. Today was the last day of school which meant it was June.
We should. Uh-close our eyes for this part. Dante muttered as we watched Nexy sit on the toilet with the pregnancy test. I nodded and closed my eyes to give her some privacy. How long do these tests usually take? Dante asked.
A few minutes. I peeked and saw Nexy waiting for the test results.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Nexy cried as the test results came back positive.
She was pregnant before Eudora. I told Dante. We were in complete shock. She never talked about a previous pregnancy. Was this the other baby that Eudora mentioned? The one she supposedly killed?
She buried the pregnancy test in the trash and took a shower. She cried the whole time in there. I could feel how scared and angry she was. Not even fifteen yet, and already pregnant. It must've been hell for her. She got out, dressed, and made dinner before her parents returned. She tried putting a brave face on, but I saw she was about ready to crumble into pieces at the slightest inconvenience. A loud knock on the door interrupted her cooking. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Bryan stood outside with a fucking smile on his face.
"Chloe told me your dad said no," Bryan said.
"Yeah. Sorry." Nexy replied, looking down.
"I just texted him, and he said you can go. So get dressed. We're leaving now." He ordered her. She didn't even try to protest. She nodded her head and quickly changed into some clothes.
They drove silently to a decent size house. A few cars were parked out front, indicating this was the house party. There were also a few teenagers standing outside, drinking and smoking.
"My parents won't be here all weekend. So I have the house to myself." Bryan laughed, getting out of his car.
When they entered Bryan's house, more teenagers were inside drinking, dancing, and playing games. "I have a surprise for you," Bryan said, leading her by her hand up the stairs.
"What kind of surprise?" Nexy asked him.
"Oh, you're going to love it." He said, leading her to his room. He shut the door and locked it. Nexy stared at him, fiddling with her shirt. She always did that when she was nervous. "Get undressed." He ordered her as he removed his shirt.
"There are people here," Nexy argued, shaking her head.
"Did I ask? Get. Fucking. Undressed. Now." He grabbed her by the hair. She nodded her head and undressed quickly. She stood there naked, covering herself while he, too, undressed.
Oh, goddess. I don't want to look. Dante said, shutting his eyes as he watched Bryan push her on the bed.
"You're going to be very fucking quiet. Understand?" He covered her mouth with his hand. She nodded, blinking away tears.
I couldn't bring myself to look, either. But I heard everything. She cried the whole time. She was terrified the entire time. But I sighed in relief when I heard it was finally over. I opened my eyes, and Bryan stood over her, putting his pants back on, as she covered herself with the blankets crying.
"Don't fucking cry. I told you I had a nice surprise for you. Right, boys?" Bryan said, and three guys came out of the closet laughing.
No. No. Please, goddess. Not them too. I prayed as they walked towards the bed.
"Because this is your surprise. Who do you want to fuck first?" Bryan asked her. She didn't say anything. She sat up, covering herself crying, and shaking her head. "Pick one, or I will." But she kept shaking her head. "Fucking whore. You first, William."
Bryan pulled the blankets away and held her down while the guy named William spread her legs open. She kicked him several times, but the other two guys held her legs.
"No. I'm sorry, Bryan." She begged and sobbed. "Please, no."
"Shut up!" Bryan slapped her. Bryan nodded at the guy to continue while he covered her mouth so she wouldn't scream.
No. No. No. Why is she making us watch this? Dante covered his eyes. I closed my eyes the whole time while the guys took turns. But I could feel her terror, and it made me sick. I wanted to help her. I wanted to stop them, but I could only stand here hearing her muffled screams begging them to stop.
This is fucking sick. Dante muttered, pacing back and forth in my head. He was furious for what they did to her. He was worse than I thought. So much fucking worse. We should've fucking helped her at the dance! Why didn't we fucking help her! She was calling out to me! She was begging me to help her!
I know! Okay? Do you think I don't regret helping her?! I shouted at him. It was my biggest regret, and I hated myself for not helping her.
"Open your fucking mouth." I heard Bryan shout at her. I opened my eyes to see what was happening and instantly regretted it. The last guy was still on top of her while the two other guys waved their dicks in her face. "I'm not going to ask you again! Open your fucking mouth!" He forcefully opened her mouth while one of the guys shoved his dick in. "I bet you like the taste of that, huh? You fucking whore." He laughed at her as she cried and struggled to escape, but they held her down.
This went on until all three guys had their turn with her. The only sound coming out of Dante now were whimpers. But they left her alone in the room when it was finally over. It was as if her body went completely numb. She wasn't crying anymore. She lay on the bed staring at the ceiling covered in their mess with a hand on her belly.
Once again, everything turned black for a few seconds, and then we returned to Bryan's bathroom. She was still at his house party cause she wore the same clothes, but it looked like she had showered. But there was something different about her. She was staring at herself in the mirror, but she was smiling. She looked suspiciously happy and calm but spaced out. Almost as if she wasn't really all there.
"Do you like it?" I heard Bryan's voice. I turned around, and he was leaning against the door frame staring at her.
"What is it?" She asked him.
"Molly. I finally got my hands on some. This stuff is hard to find." Bryan let out a chuckle.
"I love it." She laughed and threw her arms around him. "And I love you."
That was painful to watch. After what he did to her, she still tells him she loves him. I watched the rest of the night as she consumed alcohol and tried different drugs. That was her way of forgetting what happened to her. That was her way of making the pain stop.
The following several flashbacks mainly were of her drinking and doing a lot of drugs, but each flashback showed her stomach getting bigger and bigger. She wore baggy clothes to hide it from her parents. But she couldn't hide it from Bryan, and he became increasingly angrier and more violent in each flashback. He would call her names, slap her around, and even push her down a flight of stairs.
There were so many bruises on her that it was becoming harder for her body to heal itself as quickly. But she hid them well from everyone under her baggy clothes and makeup.
It turned black again as we saw another flashback of her passing out entirely after using drugs.
We were now back in her bathroom. I could hear her balling her eyes out in pain in the tub. I walked over to the tub and pulled the curtains open.
Oh, goddess! I gasp as I set my eyes on the scene. She sat naked in the tub with her legs open, bleeding profusely from between her legs.
Is that what I think it is? Dante finally spoke. I looked down at her feet and noticed a tiny bloody object. I quickly looked away, feeling sick to my stomach. I almost felt like vomiting.
She had a miscarriage. That's what Eudora meant by killing her other baby. I told Dante. All the drugs, alcohol, and beatings she got from Bryan led to a miscarriage. I pulled the curtains back as she cried and yelled in pain, which was unbearable. It was the worst pain I've ever felt from her. I wanted to hold her and make her pain disappear, but it kept worsening.
Now I understand why she never told anyone about this. She felt responsible for the miscarriage. She knew she was pregnant and continued to use drugs and alcohol. She wanted to terminate her pregnancy.
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