Don’t Cry Baby

Sleep comes and goes throughout the night; nightmares greet me when I finally fall into a deep sleep. They cause me nothing but dread until I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I peel my eyes open and slowly sit up, my body screaming at me as I start to move. I feel sore and achy all over, I climb out of bed and reach for my housecoat. I wrap it around myself and pick out an outfit. Simple leggings and a sweatshirt, something comfortable for today, I retreat to the bathroom to take my morning shower.

I whimper as I finally catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The bruises on my jaw, his fingertips, are not a pretty sight. I avert my eyes and climb into the shower to wash away the memories of last night. I feel the tears slide down my face, I try my best to keep them away, not wanting my eyes to look red, but I can’t help it.

When I finish in the shower I get out, get dressed and begin applying makeup to the bruises on my face. I use a sponge and lightly dab at the different areas hoping to cover all the bruises. Every time I touch the dark spots to conceal them, I feel pain. The pain makes me whimper and my hands begin to shake. Making it difficult for me to apply all my makeup.

As I'm finishing up, I take one last look making sure no sign of the bruises are there. There is a hint of a darker shade in the areas where the bruising is worse but, nothing that anyone will notice. I straighten up and finish getting ready for school. I can do this, no one will even know.

I race down the steps and to the door hoping no one will stop me as I try and escape. I do not feel the need to explain why I chose to wear makeup today unlike every other day. I normally just do mascara. I choose sleep over a full face.

I race towards the door and put my shoes on.

"Have a good day at school hunny!" My Mom calls from the kitchen table.

Every morning she sits there drinks a cup of coffee and reads the news. I’m just glad she's not one of those moms that forces me to eat breakfast. I'm never hungry until at least 11.

I step outside not eager to start the day and jump at the sight ahead of me. There standing against a tree is Ty, with sad eyes. He slowly trudges over and looks down at me through thick black lashes that could make any girl jealous.

"I'm so sorry baby, I never meant to hurt you. You know I can't control it sometimes please forgive me. I love you; I'll do better." I smile at him and take his hand squeezing it reassuringly.

"I forgive you Hun, please don't ...don't grab me like that again. It really scared me. I thought we were passed that." He nods and I can see that he truly is sorry. We walk together for awhile; we stop about a block away from the school to make sure we aren’t seen by too many people. We say our goodbyes and part ways.

"Have a good day baby doll, I'll come over later and make it up to you." He winks and I shudder knowing exactly what he means. He gives me a quick peck on the cheek and runs off in the opposite direction.

..

School has been relatively boring today, nothing too special going on pretty much the same old shit. Damien makes it a little more bearable. I know Ty would be angry that I am still friends with him but, I can’t just drop my only friend at this school.

He sits with me at lunch and sits by me in all our classes together. He truly is an overly sweet guy; Maybe Ty can learn to like him; he just needs to take the time to get to know him instead of letting his jealousy take control. He has been hurt a few times. He always tells me; it is hard for him to trust anyone.

It's hard for us sometimes when he loses his mind over something so little, I try to be understanding but sometimes he can get scary.

"Hey Ash, I asked you something. Did you hear it?" Damien says with a laugh, I feel the crimson creep up into my face as I look up into those amber eyes.

"I didn't I'm sorry I was just thinking, what's up?"

"I was just wondering if you could come over after school today and help me out with something?" I nod and smile. He smiles back and we set up a time to hangout.

Maybe Ty just won't have to know that I’m going over to Damien's today, it's best if he doesn't for the both of us.

**

Damien's house isn't large, but it isn't small either. It has a beautiful porch with a wooden porch swing hanging from it. I'm itching to sit and relax in that swing. It's painted a beautiful grey colour with darker trimming. It looks so homy when I step inside, all mild calm colours. Except for the vibrant red couch that sits in their living room.

Damien tells me that he had picked it out when his dad first left because all the colours in their old home were boring and he wanted a colour that would cheer everyone up. Red is vibrant and exciting, so he picked that one.

I smile at this thought; Damien is so caring when it comes to other people; it's no wonder we get along so well.

"Okay so I just needed help with this cake, it's my mom’s birthday and to be perfectly honest with you I have never baked a cake in my life. It's just her first birthday without my dad and I want to do something special for her."

"Oh awesome, I'd love to help you bake."

needs to bake a cake; I smile and stand patiently at his side

come in because I have no idea how to bake this damn thing." I giggle and step forward to take charge, I slip my hair up

350 degrees Fahrenheit." He smiles and walks over to the oven he stands there staring at it for a few minutes

"You don't know how to do that do you?" He turns around looking guilty. I walk over shaking my head

a large mixing bowl please." He grabs

extract, 1 and 1/2 cups of flour, 1/2 cup of milk and then mix it all together in this bowl." Damien's eyes grow wide as if he didn't hear half the things I just said.

putting the ingredients one by one into the bowl. I grab a piece of flower and chuck it into his face his

just do that." I giggle and he grabs an egg throwing it right

worse then flour you ass." I roll my eyes and laugh, and he looks at me with

officially crusty. I lift it up filled with disgust. Damien sits at the table laughing his ass off. I

me up slinging me over his shoulder. I'm laughing so hard I can't even breathe. He starts walking me towards the stairs. We're both laughing so hard we don't even hear the door open or close. He spins me

must be Damien's Mom. Happy birthday!" Damien drops me on

Shit I'm sorry Ash." He leans down and helps me

that really hurt." His

Ashley, how

good Mrs. Edson, how

you like to stay for dinner?" I smile and nod she ushers is into the kitchen

prepares dinner and I can't help but

..

time I get home it's pretty late, my parents knew where I was

take a sharp intake of breath. Tyler sits cross legged on my bed looking at my favourite

memorized." He speaks quietly and slow, almost sinister. He grabs the cover and rips it off. I gasp, he continues to

feel that the heartbreak as you watch one of your favourite things get ripped from you." My bottom lip quivers as he holds my jaw tighter. "That's exactly how I feel knowing you were over there with him. Look what is in your fucking hair. You need a shower." I completely forgot about the egg Jesus his mom was probably staring right at my hair the whole time. Ty grabs my arm and forcefully pulls me to the bathroom. My muscles clench hoping my parents are nowhere near the bathroom. He pulls me in and roughly undresses me turning the water on. He undresses himself and climbs in first. I stand outside the shower shivering goosebumps dance all around my

getting angry again now would you." I slowly climb in and he pulls me into the stream of hot water. The water cascades down my body and relaxes my tight muscles but, fear of what to come still

you after what you did to me. Going over to his house. Did you think I wouldn't know; did you think I wouldn't suspect?" I close my eyes and feel the fear creep back up. "Hey hey , stop crying open your eyes. I want you to look at me this whole time. I wanna watch you as I pleasure you baby. Don't you move." His hands caress my cheek and it takes every ounce of my power not to turn away. He grabs my nipples between his fingers on both hands and twist them. I bite my lip between my teeth hard enough to draw blood. My body begins to vibrate, my body forgiving him

could he pleasure you like this?” He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his torso, longing for his member to plunge into me. I kiss his neck and he growl, I move and kiss his lips, darting my tongue out

need to be inside you." He pulls me onto his large member and thrusts deep into me. He thrusts hard as if he is taking out all his aggression out on the sex. I grip his shoulders trying not to call out. "Don't cum baby it's my turn not yours." I feel him shudder as he releases, not pulling out. "That's your punishment for the day, I won't let you climax. You do not deserve that. If I catch you with him again your punishment will be much worse, I assure you baby doll." We finish washing

pulls my head up so my

again. Promise?" I

growls and slams my head back against the wall. My vision blurs and the room goes fuzzy. He stands up off the bed and angrily throws his

the sobs, so no one

knock at my door

are leaving early in the morning and won't be back for a couple days. There's a convention in

Mom, have fun I

sleep." I roll over and wrap myself in

me I swear he loves me; he doesn't want to hurt

**

can't breathe, I can barely see in front of me. Everything behind me is completely

thick and musty, and my legs are on fire. I look down and notice I'm running through pine needles and dirt; my bare feet feel every prick and

as

fast it feels like it'll beat right out of my chest. I sit up putting my head into the palms of my hands propped up on my knees. I slowly breathe in and out trying to calm myself. I run a shaky hand through my hair untangling the knots from my

noticeable. I lift my hand up and feel the back

of air out of my mouth, shake my head and climb into the shower. Longing for the heat to

is wrong what he does, I know that it's crazy for me to love

though. He needs to change he can't hit me like that. He can't hurt me and