I sat on the bed, my knees pulled into my chest. Ryan was yet to come back, and I was scared. He was going to kill me. I hope he doesn't hurt me. I fucked up big time. I don't know what to do. I'm so scared. I've been alone for what felt like hours and Ryan has yet to come back. I hope that wherever he is, he's calming down. He's going to hurt me again...I just know he is. I want to go home.

The door opened and my head shot up. It was Ryan Ashley. She gave me a soft smile, sitting beside me. I just put my head back down. I'm sure she knows what happened already. She gently stroked my hair. "Why did you do that, Chris?"

"I-I just want to go home. I miss my home." I told her. "I don't want to be here."

"I know you do, but you'll adjust to being here. Ricky has. It just takes time."

"He's such an awful person and I don't like being around him. He hurts me. I don't like him."

She sighed. "Ryan is a tough person to get used to. And I'm sorry he's hurt you. He doesn't mean to though. That's why he hasn't come in here yet..."

"He's going to hurt me anyway. I fucked up. I didn't think he'd kill them. I just wanted them to take me home." I muttered.

"I know." She said. "He said he did hurt you, and he wanted me to tell you that he's sorry. And he wanted to know if you'd be okay with him coming to just talk to you. He promised that he'd be nice."

"T-to just talk?" I asked. "About what?"

"I don't know. But would you be okay with that?"

I nodded. "I-I guess so."

She smiled and stood. She grabbed a blanket off the end of the bed, wrapping it around me.

"I'll tell him it's okay to come up."

I nodded, pulling the blanket around me.

A few minutes passed before the door opened again. It was Ryan, this time. He slowly came over, sitting down on the end of the bed, across from me. I looked at his hands, seeing blood and bruises around his knuckles. I bit my lip, looking away.

He sighed. "Why?"

"W-what?" I asked.

"Why did you have to do that? I'm trying to be as nice as I can, but you can't seem to understand."

"I-I'm sorry. I'm just s-scared and I m-miss my home." I told him.

"I want you to be comfortable here. This is your home now. If you really want, tell me where your home is, and I'll bring you some of your things." He said, reaching over to play with my hair.

I didn't know what to say, so I just sat there.

"I want you to listen to me, okay?"

I nodded.

"I don't mean to hurt you. I just have a very short temper and I don't know how to control it. I am sorry that I hurt you. I want you to trust me and I know that there's no way in hell that will happen if I continue this." He told me. "So, I want you to tell me what I can do and what I have to change in order to make you more comfortable."

"I-I want to be able to w-wear clothes..." I mumbled. "I don't like being naked."

"Okay. Fine. You can wear clothes. I shouldn't have told you that you can't. Anything else?"

"I don't like b-being yelled at."

"I will try my hardest not to yell at you." He told me. He stood up, coming to where I sat. He lifted me up and sat down with me in his lap. "Is this okay?"

I nodded.

"Good." He told me, kissing the side of my head. "Anything else?"

"I want to g-go outside...please..."

"Alright. As long as someone is with you, you can go outside."

"Is that it?"

"I d-don't know." I muttered.

"That's okay. You can think about it and tell me when you know."

I nodded.

"Do you want me to go to your house and get your things?"

"Y-yeah."

"Okay. Make a list of what you'd like, and I'll go get it tomorrow."

I nodded.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Alright. I'll get you some clothes and we can go get you something to eat." He spoke, putting me back on the bed.

He walked out of the room, coming back a few minutes later with a bundle of clothes in his hands. He gave them to me and I looked at them. It was a simple long-sleeve black t-shirt with black leggings and a thong. I moved the blanket, pulling the clothes on. He held out his hand and I took it. He helped me up and downstairs, to the kitchen.

He told me to sit down while he searched the fridge for food. I watched his movements, playing with a piece of my hair. He out some stuff in the microwave, coming back over to me. He kissed my head.

"Are you okay now?" He whispered.

I nodded. "Yeah. I-I'm fine."

He sat next to me, taking my hand in his. I watched him as he kissed my knuckles, ready to run at any second. He stood again, walking behind me. He moved my hair away from my neck, pressing his lips to my skin.

"May I?"

I bit my lip, giving a tiny nod. I gasped when I felt his teeth puncture my skin. I don't know why, but I reached up and tangled my fingers in his hair.

I whimpered as he continued to drink from my neck. It felt so good and I don't know why. He rubbed over my sides as he pulled away. I looked up at him, panting lightly. It doesn't make sense. Why can he make me feel like this?

"You feel good?"

I nodded, unable to speak. He leaned over my shoulders, palming me through the thin leggings. I gasped, covering my mouth as he continued. The microwave beeped loudly, but Ryan made no move to go get it. He gently grasped my chin, making me face him. He kissed me, shoving his tongue down my throat. He pulled away, walking across the kitchen.

I stared at him, my breathing fast and heavy. I didn't know what else to do. I wanted him but at the same time, I was scared.

He placed a plate in front of me and I immediately pushed it away.

"I thought you were hungry?"

I shook my head. I needed to be touched.

"Touch me." I whispered.

He came around, placing his hands on my ribs.

"Why?"

"I-I don't know. I need i-it."

I don't want to feel this way, but I can't help it. It's scary. I don't like how he can make me feel things. I began to cry. It feels terrible.

He sighed, kissing my cheek. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. That was mean. I didn't think it would make you more upset, I was trying to make you feel better."

"O-okay."

"Come on. Let's go upstairs and fix this, then you can come eat your food."

I nodded. He lifted me up, carrying me through the house and to his room.

He laid me on his bed and gently pulled the leggings off. I was still crying. I don't like the way this feels. It didn't feel right. I don't want him to fuck me. I can't say no though. He hurt me so bad the last time.

He pushed my shirt up, leaving small kisses on my stomach. He slowly moved down my body, caressing my skin as he went.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"I-I'm a little scared."

"Why?"

"Because it hurt the l-last time." I told him.

"I'll be gentle, I promise." He said, pulling off the small pair of underwear he'd given me.

"O-okay." I mumbled.

He gave me a kiss, carefully spreading my legs. He nipped the inside of my thighs, causing me to let out a few small moans. As much as I didn't want to, I couldn't help but enjoy it.

I whimpered when I felt him push a finger inside of me. He looked up at me, pushing a second finger in. Why was I letting this happen? My body wanted it, but I didn't.

He pulled his fingers out and sat up. He grabbed a bottle of lube and coated himself in the liquid. He began to push into me, slowly. I gripped the sheets tightly as he continued his actions.

Once he was fully inside, he leaned over, pressing his lips to mine. I whimpered, running my hands through his soft hair. He slowly began to move, making sure to be gentle. He pulled away, pressing his lips to my neck. He picked up his speed, rocking in and out of me harder. His teeth brushed over my neck, sinking in. I groaned, tightening my grip on his hair. Why did I like this?

"Cum whenever you want." He said, moving away from my neck.

I nodded, closing my eyes. I was so close. He continued to speed up as I felt the knot in my stomach tighten. I came all over my stomach, whining as I became sensitive. He pulled out, stroking himself. I watched sleepily as he released on my stomach. He lifted me up, carrying me into the bathroom. He sat me down on the counter while he grabbed a towel and wet it. He wiped me off, tossing the towel in the laundry basket.

"You still want to go eat or to you want to go to sleep?"

"Sleep." I mumbled.

"Alright." He said, pulling my shirt over my head. "Go lay down while I get you new clothes."

I nodded, walking to the bed. I laid down, closing my eyes. I was too tired to worry about anything. I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

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Wow this is 1700 words lmao

I highkey hate living? Like I hate my life? And everyone in it? And I need new glasses bc I'm blind and I have to wait until next year to get an appt? And I hate Christmas with a burning passion? And I want it to end now?? Depression? Stress?? Anxiety?? Kms????

~xxRy