But I can’t.
I’m a fucking coward. Because the fear of finding out the actual truth terrifies me.
What if it was because of me? Because of us sleeping with each other? Maybe he got sick of everything, including me.
What if, what if, what if.
“Cookie.” His voice is soft, beseeching, but I’m shaking my head. I’m taking steps back away from the bed. Owen shifts. He’son his knees, reaching for me, but tears are in my eyes, emotion is clogging my throat, and I’m backing away like a timid cat.
A stray, timid, broken cat. A scraggly one that no one wants.
I belong with Andrews, in this life. Not with Owen in bed. Where its light, and beige, and comfy.
I belong in the shadows.
Where I can attack, block, and most importantly, run.
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Lucy - Age 16
Oneshot,twoshot,three shot, four.
I’ve got no idea why I even bothered coming tonight. Oh yeah, I remember why. To make sure Gemma doesn’t make any other stupid decisions.
The alcohol burns my throat, and I suppress the gag as memories of what Harry did in the school shower room threatens to overwhelm me.
It all started innocently enough. Hell, I was even up for a snog when things started to escalate. But more than that, no thanks.
Afterwards, he had threatened to tell Owen. He had threatened to spread horrible rumours, and school was my solace.
It was the only place I could go and be myself, where I felt safe. But he threatened to take that away from me.
So, I did what he asked.
I got to my knees and sucked his cock.
My first ever time seeing a cock, let alone sucking it, and it was his. And it was awful.
He had gripped my hair round his fist; he had thrusted himself into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat, and my gag reflex had threatened vomit.
My eyes had watered the whole time; my blood had whooshed through my ears.
And the whole time, I was thinkingOwen can’t find out.
Because if he does, he’ll kill him.
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Owen - Age 18
Myknucklesarecoveredin blood, mine and theirs, but no pain registers. I take another hit to my stomach. It should wind me, it should slow me down, but nothing stops me, and I continue to throw punches like a wild animal.
Carl is in a heap behind me. Steven has grabbed my shirt and ripped the top, whilst Harry throws a rogue fist which connects with my jaw, making my head snap to the side.
I spit blood to the floor as Jamie screams behind me.
I pull my arm back and throw a perfect right hook with every ounce of strength I have and catch Steven in the temple. He’s out cold before his body even hits the floor.
