MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

~CHAPTER 3~ | PAST

~*CHAPTER 3*~

PAST

I rub my arms. I’m cold, and I can’t stop shaking. I hate coming down, going up is always a relief, coming down sucks. I don’t do it often enough to become used to it, even then, I don’t think I could. I only do it to escape him. It’s all I have. I feel my eyes darting around, even though my body isn’t doing anything but shaking. I scan the room; I’m sure I heard something. I scurry towards the curtains and peer out, but there’s no one around. I’m sure I hear phone’s ringing, but I don’t have a phone. I hate this. I hate it. Sweat slides down my face, trickling over my cheeks and down my neck. I shake so violently my teeth clatter together.

“There she is.”

I hear the raspy voice that haunts my dreams, and I turn to see Jasper standing at the door, fully naked, stroking his cock. I gag. I gag and gag until I struggle to breathe. I feel so utterly helpless, like no matter what I do right now, I won’t escape this. There is no feeling in the world that could be worse than being completely trapped with no way out.

“So nice to see you’re excited to see me, as you can see, I’m excited to see you.”

Please, just leave me alone. All I want, is to be left alone. I don’t want to be touched. I don’t want to be forced. I just want freedom. Just for one moment. I will fight. I will beg, but in the end, the result is always the same. He will take what he wants, and he will leave a part of me that much more broken.

“Leave me be,” I rasp.

“Coming down from that meth high? Always fun.”

I hate him. One day, I’ll kill him. I will. I’ll take a knife to his heart, or a gun to his head. One day, I’ll free myself from this.

“Just. Get. Lost,” I wail, and my voice sounds high pitched and childlike.

“Now come on, Addison, you and I both know you enjoy what I do to you.”

I gag again, and this time a dribble of bile slides from my throat, out of my mouth, and down my chin. He won’t leave, he never does. When he’s like this, I can fight as much as I like, but he won’t leave. The only thing I can do is survive it. I grip the side of the table, pulling myself closer to it. There’s still a line of white powder on the edge. I pull out an old five dollar note and roll it up, then I grip my hair, pulling it away from my face. I press the rolled note into my nose, and I lean down, snorting it until it’s burning and my eyes are watering. In a moment, just a small moment, everything will be fuzzy.

That’s how I survive. No one said it was right.