My
Story.
Stella..?
STELLA. I remember my parents calling and calling me, but they
got no answer, not even a scream. Its not my fault, he tied a
scarf over my mouth so tightly he took two minuets securing it.
It was dreadful.. but afterall I knew it was coming but I
wasn't prepard enough.
"Stella, wanna help me have a bath", joked
Brandon.
I knew what he wanted, he wanted me to love him.. AS
IF.
"Get real, Brandon", I shouted.
No answer.
I crept upstaires to my room, it was dark through my window. I
looked up at the clock, nearly midnight. Time for my sleep.
I woke up early in the morning to find myself half naked. I
looked around for my clothes.. there was no towles, no robe,
nothing. Where an earh..?
I wrapped the duvet around my shiviring body, boy, this place was
cold.
"Brandon, BRANDON?", I screamed.. I was so scared.
"What's happened, Stella?!"
He ran to the landing as fast as he could and then stopped..
"Oh, seen you've got my little present, should I help
you find your clothes?", he winked.
Ugh, I was sick of him.
He wasn't going anywhere near me.. no
where.
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