Love Will Never Mean A Thing

I took a long drag, letting the air pass through my throat and filling my lungs with its sweet smoke. I breathed out, tasting the sugared clouds as they roll off my tongue, draining the air of oxygen in swirls around me, placing a veil over my eyes and blurring my vision. I shut my eyes, the presence of the warm, humid smoke disappears as the crisp scent of aspens return to me.

I pulled my beanie down a bit, to cover my ears. My hair, which had been bleached and dyed so many times, felt brittle in the night air. I pulled the lavender strands over my shoulders, allowing it to thaw my neck. The metal of the window sill felt cold on the backside of my legs, my boots buried in the sugar on the roof. I touched the fingertips of my left hand against the snowflakes, dipping and pulling up a small clump, chilling my hand and melting in my palm.

I pressed the plastic to my lips again, holding the button and inhaling the taste of a sweet mango. I've never done drugs, and I never will, but the flavored vapor was all I needed. I blow out the smoke, in rings, smiling at how I'd perfected the trick. I pulled my dark yellow boots out of the snow, shaking them off and swinging them in my room, allowing them to drip on the clear mat under the window that covered the carpet on the upper level of my room. I jumped down from the window sill, my shoes squeaking against the plastic under my feet. After I had unlaced my shoes and placed them at the edge of the mat, I wrapped my small hands on the top of the window, which I had to stand on my toes to reach, and pulled it shut.

I twirled the green pen in my fingers as I jumped down the two steps, to the lower level of my room. I walked across the wood floor, covered by a black rug, to my shelf. I pulled the small box off the third level and, placed the pen inside and put the box back in its place. When I turned around, I ran into a wall, or at least what felt like it.

"How long have you-"

"Were you smoking that dumb fucking pen?" He asked. I flinch at his words and nod slowly. I never looked him in the eye. I was trapped in this relationship, afraid to get out, though I was sure he loved me. I felt a tear run down my cheek. I looked at the bruises on my arms and could feel the covered ones on my chest and stomach.

"Austin, I-" I felt the hot pain start in my cheek and spread across the right side of my face. My face instantly turned red from the slap.

"I told you that it was stupid, Drew!" I whimpered a little as he shoved me back on the bed. I knew what was next, and I never liked it.

He pulled a small rope from his pocket and tied my hands behind my back, yanked off my beanie, and began to undo his belt and pants. He tangled his hand in my hair and pushed my head onto it. I would have tried to fight against his strength, but I know from the past that it just caused him to push even faster and harder on the back of my head, so I just let him. Tears began to stream down my cheeks, like a salty river, dripping on the bed occasionally. He started to push harder on the back of my head, making me gag. "Shut up!" He shouts. He must've known my parents weren't home. He holds my head down as I feel the warm liquid shoot down my throat and fill my mouth. He moans before gently tugging my hair to pull me off. He pushes my head sharply to the right, throwing me down on the bed.

He smiles, the same smile I fell in love with, and looks down at me. "You still give a good blow, babe." He starts to buckle his pants, getting ready to leave. He swings open the door and walks out, leaving me, tied up on my bed. I flinch when the door shuts.

I pushed up to sit, using my elbow and struggled to push my body through the loop of my arms, getting tripped up on my knees for a little but eventually getting my hands past them. I walked up to my shelf, standing on the bottom two to reach the top shelf that was so high no one knew I kept my butterfly knife up there. I pulled it down and sat on my bed, placing the knife between my knees. I held my hands, one on either side of the knife and began to saw away at the thick twine. I watched it fall the floor, with a small thud, rubbing at the new, reddening bracelets on my wrists.

Notes

hey guys! first story on this account!

A bunch of the characters will be added into the story as it progresses (hence the random character bios that don't make sense yet)

you can read some of my others on VeronicaXX HOWEVER I can't update those anymore because of the google fluke thing idk man (if you know how to fix it, help is very much appreciated)

anyways, feedback is always nice so leave your questions/thoughts in the comments for me to reeead cuz i love too

♡ RonnieXX