My Stockholm Love

I struggled to get to my feet as my face leaked crimson liquid onto the floor. A foot connected with my stomach and I swear it felt like it was going to leap out of my throat. All of the air in my lungs soon escaped and I huffed as I tried to see through the pain.

"Where have you fucking been?" my step father Emmett asked as my mother sat at the table with her eyes averting the situation, shes always had a habit of doing that, always choosing this man over her own flesh and blood. God I hate them both with every ounce of my being. I was screamed at to get up and the second I did a fist came flying and hit me in the stomach. After about 10 minutes of being beaten he walked away and left me bloody and bruised sprawled out on the kitchen floor.

My mom came and helped me into a chair as she shoved some food in front of me before walking away. I was in no mood to eat at all but if they found out I threw it away again the punishment would ensue and I didnt want anymore pain at the moment. I ate as fast as I cold before running up through my room into my bathroom.

I unzipped my backpack and grabbed the box out of it, discarding my backpack out of the way the tears rolled down my face and I took the needle into my arm again. Soon the world faded out around me and I went back to my room and collapsed on the bed. I was looking through a photo album of my old friends that I had before the divorce and the move when my cell started to ring. Funny thing because I hadnt given anyone my number besides family, and even then they never talked to me. I checked the screen to see that I had a new message so I opened it.

Hey, did you make it home ok? -Zacky

Uhm yea, how did you get my number?

I got your phone out and called my phone from yours obviously -Zacky

Oh ok, sup?

Nothing much just wanted to see how you were doing and if you wanted to hang out sometime soon -Zacky

I'll think about it;) but hey im kinda high so I think im going to pass out

Aww, I can drop by and bring some more fun if youd like? -Zacky

You have a car right? call me and ill give you my address, bring booze, and other fun things!

I was so glad it was Friday night, that meant I could probably sneak out and not get in trouble when I get back. I changed out of Jimmys clothes that I had still been wearing and pulled on a skin tight sleeve less shirt that showed some of the tattoos I have along with some acid washed skinny jeans and black lace up shoes.

I shook out my hair before grabbing the box I was given and shoving it in a purse along with some vodka and pills that I bought a while back. I slung my leather jacket over my shoulder and quietly tiptoed to the front door when I seen Zacky out front, but before I could shut the door completely that jackass of a step dad rounded the corner and started yelling at me.

"Where the fuck do you think youre going bitch?" He screamed as I took off for the car in a full sprint, he gave chase but Zacky seen what happened and opened the door so I could jump in and smashed the gas. I started laughing hysterically when we got out of view of him.

"Why are you laughing?" he started to question me. I shrugged and calmed myself down to where I could talk normally.

"Im high as a fucking kite and he still couldnt catch me, and I fucking smacked my head when I got in the car!" I shrieked making both of us laugh at the comment.

Soon we found a spot that overlooked the beach and we got out of the car shoving all of our illegal shit in my bag before sneaking down to the sit underneath the pier. This is the last place I thought I would end up with this guy but misery loves company I guess. and ecstasy, we love that shit too.

Soon all the drugs hit me like a freight train and I wound up tracing some of his tattoos that I could see, his skin felt amazing in my hands and my heart like putty. The drugs over clouded my mind and I found myself on top of him licking along his lip rings before kissing him deeply.

The throaty moans made my knees weak and I couldnt help but run my hands over his whole body. He reciprocated everything and before long he was in between my legs kissing from my forehead down my nose, cheeks, lips and jawline. I moaned as he kissed along my collarbone and breasts. Things were heating up and I ripped his shirt off, ready to begin our fun.

That is until Johnny called, and then the party was over. We sat and talked until he felt sober enough to drive me home, as the sun was rising. I told him goodnight and snuck quietly into my room. Later my phone was ringing and I answered it once I seen it was Zacky, but I dont think he meant to call me because all I heard was him talking to people about me, and how much I wanted him and how he would have had me and all this shit.

Then the hatred returned, and I decided not to talk to him for the a while. Graduation is coming up soon and I will never have to deal with these assholes again!

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