Chapter 1
*This story goes through triggering issues. Be warned.* From this moment everything in italics is happening to the main character in the present. Normal font happened in the past.
I’ll never forget the day that I was taken. The memory is seared into my brain. Every detail and every smell is still with me, while I try to figure out what could have prevented this. So far it has almost been three years now. Three years. Nine hundred and eighty-nine days that I have been in this room. My wrist chained to the far corner wall.
I have no idea where I am, just who I am. My name is Selene Parkin, and I was kidnapped on September 30, 2017 from a small town in Middleton, Idaho. It’s a small town where everyone knows everybody’s business. (Or at least what they want to know.) The floor boards above my head creek, he is moving around upstairs of this place. I disappear into my memories once more as he is making his way down to me. Keeping my face and eyes vacant so I can protect what is left of me.
The summer breeze feels sticky against my skin as I walk up to the high school. My jeans rub against each other as I walk, headphones in my ears to block out what they say about me. My long lavender hair is down to the middle of my back in loose waves. The books in my backpack weigh me down a little, but you can’t tell by how I hold myself.
I am known as the “bad girl” in school. No one really knows what was going on in my life. That’s ok, let them spread rumors, I barely pay attention to them, anyway. It’s only the beginning of senior year, and then I’m gone. Growing up, I was bullied constantly and when puberty hit it seem to increase, especially from the boys. The girls just looked at me with envy. After I wasn’t growing over five feet tall, I just started swinging my fists to protect myself. So people stayed away. That was fine by me.
I hear snickers throughout the hallway as I walk to my locker on the second floor. I made it so far with no fights, so I would count that as a blessing. My locker, though...is now covered in red paint.
“Oh no. Poor little Selene. Looks like you will need to clean all that up.” Miranda sneered at me. She stood tall with her other followers. Her deep red hair is pulled up in a bun on top of her head. Small pearls are in her ears, and her plastic looking face stares at me in disgust. Her followers and dressed similarly to her in short shorts and blouses. All sharing the same look at Miranda. I call them the 4B’s (the four bitches.)
“What do you want Miranda?” I ask her as I pull out my headphones stuffing them into my pocket. Turning to her, I cross my arms, making my cleavage more impressive. My puberty? Made my body what woman desperately try to achieve in the gym or by surgery. Small waist, DDs, and huge ass, which I know that Miranda is envious of. She huffs out a breath and prettily pouts in her shiny lip gloss.
“Well, I know who did this to your locker, since they have been pranking me too…” I roll my eyes at her sugar sweet voice, ignoring every word that comes out of her mouth. She just wants to see me squirm and bow down to her every whim. Pushing past them, I start my long walk to math. Whom ever decided on math as first period should walk off a short cliff, in shark-infested waters, with a bleeding gash on their back.
To make my morning worse, Arthur stepped into my path four doors away from my classroom. He is the head jock of all jocks, huge into working out at the gym, large muscles, tall at over six feet tall. His black hair and blue eyes make all the girls swoon, and to me it just makes my heart clench. We live on the same road and have been best friends for such a long time until fifth grade.
“What do you want your majesty? Can’t you and your bitch leave me alone?” He flashes me a dimpled smile and tries to wrap an arm around my shoulders. Quickly, I duck under his arm and am able to end up behind him.
“Oh, no you don’t, I want to talk to you.” He tries to make another grab at me and I sprinted down two door ways until I’m wrapped in his large arms. My anger is getting out of control, my fists balling up. I look down and pray that I am in the correct position.
“Why don’t we talk about-” I lift my foot up and brought it backwards as fast and hard as I could into his groin. His reaction is immediate and lets go of me while groaning.
“So sorry that I can’t stay to chat. Let’s do this again? Maybe never?” I shout over my shoulder. Sighing, I sit down and pray that today doesn’t go bye slowly. Arthur’s friends along with the 4 B’s picked on me all day. Lunch was my only escape, I bring my food up to the large art room in the top corner of the building. It has the most windows, and it is just peaceful. I go to my cupboard of canvases and pull out my latest work. The art teacher is a tall slim woman with big curly hair and mocha skin, Ms. Frinder. She smiles as I set up my easel and brings out her own.
“What are we going to be jamming out to today?” Her smooth voice asks. I just shrug my shoulders.
“Ouch I guess today wasn’t a great one. Let me fix you some medicine.” I smile slightly at her “medicine” it’s just some tea bags mixed together with honey. She comes back with two steaming cups.
“You’ll feel better after that. Now what direction is this painting going?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. Like a lot of things going on in my life.” I hear her gasp as I finally start dumping everything into her lap.
“My mom is addicted to meth, and my father left when I was born. All on my first day as a freshman and I’ve been trying to keep my mother alive, and the bills paid. It does not help that my oldest best friend turned into a super popular jock and that bullies me every day. Oh, and I have found out that I was fired from my job this morning because of budget cuts.” I look at Ms. Frinder from the corner of my eye and see that it stops her brush mid stroke. Turning towards her, I see that light brown eyes are wide in shock. Panic bubbles up inside of me, and I smile widely.
“I’m kidding!” Laughing, I pretend to wipe a tear away from my eye. She then joins into my laughter while shaking her head.
“It’s not funny to joke about things like that, Selene.” She continues to paint and the smell of the clay and paints drift into my nose.
His lack of scent fills my nose, and it almost makes me gag, but I know better. Turning towards the wall I wait, his warm body comes closer to mine and I fight a shiver going through my body. Being underground has made me so cold. His rough hands then snaps open my top on either arm, it’s almost like a hospital gown. Easy to put on and take off while I’m chained up. It is then tied around my eyes, blocking my vision of who is keeping me here. My breasts bare and cold, his hands then pinch my nipples, keeping my hands to my sides.
It is finally the end of the school day and I have avoided the 4 B’s and Arthur with his own friends. Ignoring my painted locker, I head out towards the football field. Sweet freedom-
“I told you I wanted to have a word Lene.” Arthur cooed in my ear. My body freezes for a second at my old nickname, until I fought. He then picks me up and slams my body up against the brick of the high school.
“Stop fighting.” He then turns me around to face him and presses his body up against mine. Lifting me up, he wraps my legs around his waist. I gasp since I have not been held like this before. My fist comes flying at his face and his hands grab my wrists and pins them to the wall.
“Lene, stop fighting me. I just want to talk!”
“What the hell could you possibly want? To torture me? Make fun of me?” His blue eyes drilling holes into mine.
“I broke up with Miranda a week ago! I’ve been trying to talk to you since!” He gets in my face and stares me down, I just challenge him back.
“You can fuck off. Why would I care if the dream couple breaks up?!” Rolling his eyes he shakes his head, my heart clenches at the news.
“I just wanted to apologize for how I have behaved towards you all these years.” My heavy breathing stops.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Dead as a Storm Trooper.” I almost smile at our old joke until I saw Miranda come up behind him.
“What is taking you so long, babe? Oh. I forgot.” Her eyes laugh at me and my struggles resume.
“Go away Miranda you stuck up bitch. I told you last week that it is over.” Arthur growls out, not taking his eyes off me. With a huff she leaves.
“Don’t think you can trick-”
“For fuck’s sake just shut up Lene.”
“You know what, I think-” His lips press down on mine, cutting my words off. My brain stutters as Arthur groans and moves his lips against mine. Something in me clutches to him like I was starving. His hands let mine go, and his slide down to my waist. I feel his hands slowly inching their way down my body.
His hands then go to my pants and yanks them down to the floor. I make sure that I don’t gasp or protest, this has happened already too many times. Don’t speak, don’t fight and don’t throw up. Or beatings will follow. His rough hands then trace a line down to my mound, going over my slit and clit. He pushes his fingers inside of me and I almost grunt. My body is never wet and willing. It’s always a fight that leaves me raw and bleeding, with a little of my soul breaking to pieces. I hear him sucking his fingers into his mouth, and he groans. Then his hands are on my waist and I’m being turned around to the small bed I have in my corner. Being pushed down to my hands and knees, it takes everything inside of me to not fight against him. Then I feel his cock at my entrance.
Arthur has always been my secret crush. We grew up with each other as next-door neighbors. I knew all of his secrets and he knew mine. His lips and taste is so addicting that I’m digging my fingers into his arms, then trying to pull off his shirt. Pulling away from my lips, we gasp for air. Then he trails nips and kisses down my jaw and neck to my cleavage. My hands kneed and scratch his skin and dive into his thick soft hair.
He thrusts inside of me with one hard thrust. Tears form at my eyes and are soaked up by my shirt. He grunts with each thrust and wraps his hands around my throat, almost giving me the freedom I desire. The chain around my hands jingles with the increase in his thrusts. I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming stop. My body shakes, it can’t take much more of this. Suddenly he pulls out, uncaps something, and I hear the sound of lube. I can’t help but fight. Trying to scramble away, I hear him grunt as he yanks my leg back to the edge of the bed.
“Selene, you haven’t left my mind since we were four years old. I’m so sorry. I have always wanted to see where things went with us.” Tears start for form in my eyes.
“Don’t cry Lene, God you’re going to break my heart again if you cry.” His hands then cupped my breasts making me moan and tilt my head back.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful...” He keeps massaging my breasts, and it’s making me want to pant. My panties are soaked and I’m surprised that my juices are not soaking through my jeans.
“W-why now?” I ask on a moan. He stops and crushes my body to his. It’s a perfect fit.
“Because I realize that I do not want to go forward with my life without you by my side. I have seen you all these years, even though I would torture you. I always paid attention. Not once did my feelings for you falter, no matter how hard I tried to move on and fail at that.” His hands grip my ass as he lowers his lips to mine once more. I clutch him to me, praying that this is real. Someone behind Arthur clears their throat, and we break apart so fast that I almost fall badly on my ankle. It’s the assistant Principal, Mr. Nordie, I blush as Arthur rubs the back of his neck.
“Now run along, I don’t want to have to keep you love birds here for detention.” He did a double take and sees that it is me and not Miranda. His eyebrows raise and we make a run for the parking lot. As soon as we get close to his car, we slow down.
“Can I take you out on a date tonight?” Arthur asks as his hand reaches out to brush a strand of my lavender hair behind my ear.
“Y-yea, I still live in the same old house out on Hickory Road.” He smiles at me and I can’t help but smile back.
“I remember where that is silly, since I am only three houses down instead of right next to yours. I’ll come and pick you up at seven?” His eyes plead with me.
“Yes, seven is great.” Turning around, I go towards my normal route to get to home. Cutting through the football field and through the golf course.
“Do you want a ride?” Arthur yells at me, turning around I smile and shake my head.
“That’s ok! I have some things I need to pick up some things at the store. I’ll see you at seven!” He smiles so wide that his dimples are on full display. Taking a deep breath, I turn back around.
His body holds me down as he forces his cock into my ass. My face is buried in the mattress, and I scream. I know that he hears me and ignores me. Each thrust I try to fight...to no avail. Once he comes inside of my ass, he takes off my shirt from around my eyes and throws it on the ground. My body limp and broken. This happens at least three times a week. Or at least I think so. I try to stay buried in my own memories so I can figure out who took me and how I can escape this hell. I need to escape...before I die or kill myself. I just need to be set free.
