Will I Ever Get Out Alive? by Alexandra Rader (story read aloud TXT) 📖

on sweetheart," they taunted me. "We just want a little fun."

Then Josh and two of the others left, leaving me alone with a very dark man that frightened me greatly. He grabbed my already tired legs and yanked them apart. As I tried to keep them together he laughed, and easily spread them again.

He went down on me. His tongue rough and painful. I whimpered as he got done and yanked off his clothes. He climbed on top of me and forcefully pushed himself into me. I gasped as he started moving. Slowly at first, then gaining speed.

Please, Lord. Just take me now.

I begged.

He pressed himself deeper into me until I screamed for him to stop. He just smiled and went slower, but deeper.

"Please," I whispered, as he came inside of me.

He laughed and smirked.

"You want MORE, sweetie pie?" he asked in astonishment. "Well, I already took my time. Now it's little Evans turn. Be careful. I hear he's a real tiger."

Laughing, he left and in came a smaller boy. He looked to be not much older than me and he smiled viciously. As he walked slowly towards me, he took off his clothes.

I looked at him. Then looked down. He took the look the wrong way and started touching himself.

"What? You like this? You want my long, hard shaft in your tight wet pussy?" he said, laughing.

He sat on the bed beside me. Leaning over me, he kissed me sweetly and shoved two fingers deep inside of me. I groaned and he began wiggling his fingers back and forth.

Tears slowly snaked their way out of my eyes and fell onto the pillow. He saw that and wiped them away gently, as he climbed on top and forced himself inside. I screamed as loud as I could but he didn't stop. I kept screaming and screaming, almost in time with Evan's deep thrusts.

Finally I heard a commotion outside, and a familiar voice shouting at the men to move. A gun was shot and I heard a loud thud. Evan seemed to be too preoccupied to notice anything as Justin forced his way into the room.

"Get off of her!!" he bellowed, pointing the gun at his chest.

I looked at him and whispered, "Help me" as I blacked out.

Darkness

I groaned and tried to move but the pain was too great. I felt myself being moved and realized that Justin was carrying me. I squirmed in his arms a little bit as he walked, carrying me gently in his strong arms.

He pressed me tighter to his chest and whispered something. I couldn't hear him that well, but it sounded like he was reassuring me that he wouldn't hurt me. I sighed contentedly and snuggled deeper into his arms as he walked.

I allowed myself to fall asleep in the safety of his arms.

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I woke up multiple times, but each time the pain was so great that I forced myself back into a dreamless sleep.

At one point I woke up to yelling. From the sounds of it, It sounded like they were close by, and as I listened closely, one of the voices sounded like Justin.

"But Dad, I can't just let them hurt her again. They could have KILLED her!" he screamed. "I can't let that happen. No matter what the cost, I MUST keep her alive. She is the only one who keeps me living."

Someone sighed and leaned back heavily against a wall.

"Justin, you have known her but a few days. You can not have feelings as strongly as you are portraying you have for this... girl," he said gently.

"Please understand. She looked me in the eyes and I saw fear, but I never once saw hatred for me. For a man who hurt her. Please."

It sounded like Justin was crying and it broke my heart. I longed to be able to move and go to his side and comfort him. To lay myself in his arms and let him hold me. To let him stroke my hair and gaze into my eyes. To let him know that I could never hate him in a million years. My heart ached, and for some reason it felt right. I didn't understand it.

I heard his father move towards his son.

"You have two days to decide. Her or us. Do you understand that?"

There was no answer, so I assumed that Justin had nodded his head.

"I hope you make the right choice. You are the only son I have left. Don't turn out like your brothers," he said, clapping Justin's shoulder and gazing into his eyes before turning around and walking out the door.

I was confused by the exchanged between father and son. But I didn't ponder it for long, as I was pulled back into darkness once more.

Dreaming

I was in his arms, laughing. He looked at me, and smiled, all traces of sorrow vanished from his eyes. I leaned over and looked into his eyes as he bent his head down and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

Then I was running. Giggling. A soft breeze teased my hair and kissed my eyelashes, making my light summer dress flutter around my knees. I hid behind a tree and looked around it.

I gasped and started laughing as Justin came from the other side, grabbing me by the waist and lifting me into his arms.

Heaven, I thought. I'm in heaven and it is pure bliss!

I had never been this happy.

He was running with me in his arms, thrown over his shoulder like a flour sack. I hit his back playfully, giggling for him to set me down.


We made it to a clearing, and he lay me down on a grassy knoll. He hovered above me on his elbows and looked into my eyes. I grabbed the back of his neck and forced him down so that I could kiss him.

Laughing, we both stood up and brushed ourselves off. I looked at him, and leaped into his arms. He held me and kissed my nose. Then he looked at me, and the sorrow was once more in his eyes.


"We can't do this," he said urgently, his eyes turning ice cold. "You are wrong for me.I need to obey my father. You are worthless and ugly."

Then he threw me to the ground.

I woke up with a start, tears streaming down my face.

"It was only a dream," I said aloud. "I was only dreaming."

Falling

Tears streamed down my face as the last traces of sleep, and the dream, were erased. I sat up and it took me several minutes to realize that I was in Justin's bedroom, sitting on his soft bed.

I glanced around the room and saw Justin fast asleep in a chair beside the bed. He looked so peaceful. So at ease. He even looked younger. I had guessed that he was about nineteen years old, but right now he looked about sixteen.

I quietly eased myself off of the bed and tiptoed over to him. I let my hand caress his scraggly cheek, and then I leaned down and kissed him softly.

I jerked back suddenly.

What was I DOING? This man harmed me. He is the enemy. Not the long lost lover. He violated my body and took me from my home,

I thought, tears of anger springing into my eyes.

I looked at him and slapped him across the face. He fell out of the chair with a wild look of surprise.

"Wha-" he began to say, and then he saw me. "Oh."

I sank to the ground and covered my naked body with my arms. He got up, and quietly crossed the room, going to one of his drawers. He opened it and pulled out a long black shirt and some underwear. He threw them to me, and I gratefully put them on.

Soft tears tumbled down my cheeks. I looked at him and wondered what he was thinking.

"Why?" I whispered.

He looked at me sadly. He came over, sat down beside me, pulled me to his chest, and just held me.

"I'm so so sorry, Cat. All the other girls... They were nothing. And then we brought you here. And it just changed my entire world. After all that I have done to you, not once have you looked at me with hatred. You are so different from any of the other girls. And I never understood why my brothers defied my father for some "tramp". Now I understand. But you are no tramp. You are everything good."

I sniffled into his shoulder and he held me tighter. I begged him silently to never let me go, and he didn't.

"Cat... will you please be mine forever and for always? For I have fallen for you and you are the only thing I will ever need for the rest of my life."