Allison's POV:

My ex was a monster. He raped me every Friday. The pain he caused me has hurt me physically and emotionally.

I can never trust anyone to have sex with me unless I make the first move. If I do, I trust you. And I do trust Michael, hence why I long for him.

My ex boyfriend was called Alex. I really thought I loved him, after all he was my first love.
We were together for 2 years during University, but when we left to do our careers he acted like he didn't love me anymore.

He forced me to move in with him even though I had my own house. The bad part was that he lived in Japan. I had to move there, I begged him to let Becca come too. So he gave in, and Becca rented out her own appartment. The day I did move in, that very night, was the first time he raped me. Or even ever had sex with me. I was determined to wait till marriage. Clearly he could not respect that. He ruined my life, raping me for an entire year.
It was a Friday night when he returned home from work drunk again. I planned before that for Becca to sneak in and record our voices, and so that when he did try to rape me, she would call 911.
Alex came home and there were tape recorders everywhere, he didn't notice though. I wanted to make sure he went to jail. So he came home and slapped me. He dragged me upstairs to the bedroom. Becca was there recording everything. He started to rape me and Becca called the police. The police had come upstairs and handcuffed him as I covered my body. "You little bitch!" He yelled. I just cried. I gave in my evidence to the police and he was banged up. He was sentenced for 4 years. He comes out this year, next month. It has popped up in my mind lately but I try to ignore it. I always have this feeling he will come back for me. I remember when the police dragged him out he shouted, "This is not over!" And they took him away.
Who knows. I never want to see him again, he took my virginity. Ever since then I have only ha a couple one-night stand with some blokes.

My only worry is that he lives in Japan. Where Michael is touring, in fact that is where he is going first. Oh well..

I get into one of Michael's Mickey Mouse shirts. It covers the front but not so much the back. So to cover up my bum I tie my night cardigan around my waist. Perfect.  I tie my hair up in a messy bun leaving parts of my fringe out. I can be childish sometimes, but that's me! I open Michaels door. He has his pyjama bottoms on and a white vest top. He looks so cute, his hair is all ruffled up.

"Awh! Ally-bear! That's my favourite T-shirt!"
"Oh sorry Mike it was just so cute! I'll wear a different one!" I say.
"No I am joking! Of course you can wear it!"
"Yay!"
"Oh Ally..." He giggles.
I go sit on the bed next to him, but keeping out distance.

"You can snuggle up to me you know?" He smiles. I smile back and lay my head on his shoulder as he puts his arm around me. "There, now I can keep Ally bear, warm!" I giggle.

Halfway through the film Michael falls asleep so I unwrap his arm around me gently. I tiptoe to my room and grab a pen. Hehehe.

I begin to softly draw a moustache in his mouth and a small heart beauty spot on his check along with freckles. I tip toe to the kitchen to look for whipped cream.

Michaels POV:
I hear doors creaking and the sound of footsteps as I awaken from my sleep. I go to the bathroom to brush my hair. I look lazily into the mirror. AAH! What the hell! Oh Ally's gonna get it! I quietly walk to the kitchen and watch from the door. I see her grabbing whipped cream...

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Short chapters now! Sorry for any typos! Hope u like it! Love ya xx ❤️