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Telling Layla's Story Spoken.
Layla lost her soul along time ago, Now she must claim what was rightfully her's. Rated for drug use.
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Story based off the song Fully Alive by Flyleaf. I take no credit for the beautiful song they have made. Fiction only. Rated R...you have been warned....
http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll188/Dani-Lyn661/347361cb.jpg for 'banner' of this story...
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"Can't you do anything right, you fucking whore?!" Layla whimpered as his fist collided with her cheek. Tears spilled out the same time as the blood from her cheek did. She could feel it throbbing and it began to swell immediately. She cursed herself as she forgot to put away the dishes like he asked. She was so sidetracked and completely forgot to put them away. Now she was dealing with the consequences as she fell to floor and her head hit the hard carpet.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! please!" she begged as he came closer and slapped her. He got so angry, and no matter what she did, it was never good enough.
"I ask you for one. simple. fucking. thing. and you fuck it up." he spat. She cried out as his foot collided with her ribs. He did this several more times and she cried in agony as her ribs ached. He stopped and looked at her as he began to raise his fist, and she cowered.
"Please Daniel! I'm sorry, I promise I'll never do it again! please just stop!" she pleaded. He smiled darkly and she whimpered.
"Oh. I know you won't. I'll fucking make sure of it." He snarled as he pulled her by the hair and dragged her to the bedroom, despite her cries and kicks. He only held her tighter and shoved her onto the bed. Layla cried as this was happening again. It was so horrible and slowly breaking her inside. He never used to be like this. He was the best man she ever knew, and loved him so much. He turned to alcohol after the death of his father and gradually took his anger out on her. For two years, it felt like eternity to Layla. But even through the abuse, she would never leave him. He was still the man she fell in love with, even if he was a mentally disturbed person. Layla was a lost and confused girl who forgot the concept of self esteem and the purpose of life. Layla was extremely smart, but growing up poor and no one caring for her, she doesn't know what an amazing girl she truly is. Now, she was stuck in a position, she absolutely had no idea how to get out of. It was her own personal tradegy and no one cared to help.
Her whole body shook as his hands ripped her dress off, causing it tear into two seperate pieces. She was embarrassed as he left her in her bra and underwear and continued to undress her with forceful hands. She never felt so shamed and degraded as he ripped her panties freshly off her skin and the burning caused her to scream. He pulled her last piece of clothing off and smirked. While one hand held her down, he undid and pulled his pants down revealing his hard on, which caused Layla to cry even more. He was getting off on her own pain. His hand ran down her breasts and down her mound where she whimpered as his touches were bittersweet.
"This will fucking teach you." He glared as he shoved his whole length into her and she screamed as the pain tore through her body. His thrusts were harsh and he never rested for a minute. She continued to scream and his hand slapped down on her mouth. He grabbed her left hip and pushed harder into her while she trembled and cried endless tears as he fucked her raw. Sweat poured down his body as he pulled in and out of her. He felt his climax rising and soon, spilled his seed into her and she trembled as it stung. He pulled out hard and she screamed from the sudden movement. He smirked as she layed still and softly cried to herself as he kissed and bit her neck gently. He got off her and began to dress himself and she whimpered and wrapped her arms around her sore and dirty body. He zipped his pants up and put his shirt back on and came back to her and frowned.
"Clean yourself up. This place better be fucking spotless when I come back." He hissed and walked out slamming the door behind him. She waited until she heard the roar of his car's engine and tires screeching as he pulled out of the driveway and sped down the street. She then released her final screams and tears and violently shook. Her soft brown hair stuck to her face and she slammed her hands onto a pillow before finally calming down. With much struggle, she painfully lifted herself off the bed and into the bathroom where she collasped onto the lavender plush rug.
Her hands rubbed the soft material and she reached for the small towel that hung from the sink. She cried as her body tensed and throbbed and she felt sticky substances between her legs. She grab a hold of the toilet and lifted herself up and leaned on the counter. Layla turned on the water and waited patiently as the water warmed up. She soaked the white towel and softly brought it down to her legs which she softly squealed as the water stung her personal area. She rubbed softly and almost hurled as the white towel was now red. She dunk the towel and finished cleaning herself off and stared in the mirror as the a purple bruise clashed with her olive skin. She placed the towel that was now cold and put on her cheek where she breathed in relief as it helped for a brief moment. She walked back out to her closet with stiffness and carefully pulled on her underwear and bra and some sweat pants with her favorite Cobra Starship band tee and put on her purple hoodie. She pulled on her flats and grabbed her sunglasses that shieled her face. She zipped up her hoodie and grabbed her cellphone that was lying face down in the corner. She walked to the front door and carefully closed it, and looked around for anyone. When everything was clear, she began to walk down the street and several blocks down to the one place she would feel safe.
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Layla knocked on the oak door and wrapped her arms around herself as she waited for it to open. She whistled into the night sky, where stars sprinkled the sky, and she listened to the trees rustle. She heard footsteps coming, and finally the door opened. She frowned as Ray appeared and he gasped when she took her sunglasses off. He instantly wrapped his arms around her while she cried again. He pulled her close and shushed her noises.
"What happened sweetheart?" He was afraid to ask, since he already knew the answer. This wasn't the first time he witnessed the bruises on her petite body. He brought her in and onto the couch where she calmed, when the heat of the house welcomed her. Ray sat down next to her and put his hand on hers. She looked down and rocked back and forth. He could only sigh as he put his thumb to her bruise and she flinched.
"Layla, why do you do this to yourself? When are you gonna leave him?" She could only shake her head.
"I don't know how." she whispered. Ray wanted nothing more than to hug her, hold her, and hide her away from the world. He knew Layla was submissive. She does what she's told because that's she all she knows how to do. He tried so many times to reach out to her, but she never listened. He could only be patient and hope that she'll get help and be able to move on with her life that she deserves. They both sat there in silence, since that's all Layla could do.
After awhile Layla finally looked at Ray with a half smile. She knew one thing could truly make her feel better.
"Ray? Can I please just have one line?" she pleaded. Ray looked at her and frowned.
"Layla, I don't know. You shouldn't be doing this." She shook her head and bit her lip.
"I swear Ray! Please." Her eyes were big and icy green. He couldn't resist those eyes no matter how hard he tried. He sighed and nodded and went to the small silver box and brought it to the coffee table. He pulled out a mirror and a small bag. He placed the mirror on the table and carefully spread a line out with the razor blade and made two lines. He grabbed a plastic straw and cut it into a small pieces and handed her a piece. She smiled gratefully and leaned down putting the straw to her nose, and carefully inhaled the powder. She did it quickly and let the powder burn down her nose and throat while it worked it's magic, while she pinched her nose and layed her head back on the couch. She stared at the ceiling as she heard Ray doing the other line and pretty soon she was feeling extremely better. She opened her eyes and smiled as the room seemed to glow and Ray leaned back as well. He smiled at her and they both relished the comforting feeling of the drug. For once, Layla felt free and laughed. Pretty soon, Layla's head was on the arm of the couch where she shut her eyes and dreamed of a happy place. She felt fully alive and grinned.
But to get that happy place, she needed to save herself..... before it's too late...
Telling Layla's story spoken.
'Bout how all her bones are broken.
Hammers fall on all the pieces.
Two months in the cover creases....
http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll188/Dani-Lyn661/347361cb.jpg for 'banner' of this story...
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"Can't you do anything right, you fucking whore?!" Layla whimpered as his fist collided with her cheek. Tears spilled out the same time as the blood from her cheek did. She could feel it throbbing and it began to swell immediately. She cursed herself as she forgot to put away the dishes like he asked. She was so sidetracked and completely forgot to put them away. Now she was dealing with the consequences as she fell to floor and her head hit the hard carpet.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! please!" she begged as he came closer and slapped her. He got so angry, and no matter what she did, it was never good enough.
"I ask you for one. simple. fucking. thing. and you fuck it up." he spat. She cried out as his foot collided with her ribs. He did this several more times and she cried in agony as her ribs ached. He stopped and looked at her as he began to raise his fist, and she cowered.
"Please Daniel! I'm sorry, I promise I'll never do it again! please just stop!" she pleaded. He smiled darkly and she whimpered.
"Oh. I know you won't. I'll fucking make sure of it." He snarled as he pulled her by the hair and dragged her to the bedroom, despite her cries and kicks. He only held her tighter and shoved her onto the bed. Layla cried as this was happening again. It was so horrible and slowly breaking her inside. He never used to be like this. He was the best man she ever knew, and loved him so much. He turned to alcohol after the death of his father and gradually took his anger out on her. For two years, it felt like eternity to Layla. But even through the abuse, she would never leave him. He was still the man she fell in love with, even if he was a mentally disturbed person. Layla was a lost and confused girl who forgot the concept of self esteem and the purpose of life. Layla was extremely smart, but growing up poor and no one caring for her, she doesn't know what an amazing girl she truly is. Now, she was stuck in a position, she absolutely had no idea how to get out of. It was her own personal tradegy and no one cared to help.
Her whole body shook as his hands ripped her dress off, causing it tear into two seperate pieces. She was embarrassed as he left her in her bra and underwear and continued to undress her with forceful hands. She never felt so shamed and degraded as he ripped her panties freshly off her skin and the burning caused her to scream. He pulled her last piece of clothing off and smirked. While one hand held her down, he undid and pulled his pants down revealing his hard on, which caused Layla to cry even more. He was getting off on her own pain. His hand ran down her breasts and down her mound where she whimpered as his touches were bittersweet.
"This will fucking teach you." He glared as he shoved his whole length into her and she screamed as the pain tore through her body. His thrusts were harsh and he never rested for a minute. She continued to scream and his hand slapped down on her mouth. He grabbed her left hip and pushed harder into her while she trembled and cried endless tears as he fucked her raw. Sweat poured down his body as he pulled in and out of her. He felt his climax rising and soon, spilled his seed into her and she trembled as it stung. He pulled out hard and she screamed from the sudden movement. He smirked as she layed still and softly cried to herself as he kissed and bit her neck gently. He got off her and began to dress himself and she whimpered and wrapped her arms around her sore and dirty body. He zipped his pants up and put his shirt back on and came back to her and frowned.
"Clean yourself up. This place better be fucking spotless when I come back." He hissed and walked out slamming the door behind him. She waited until she heard the roar of his car's engine and tires screeching as he pulled out of the driveway and sped down the street. She then released her final screams and tears and violently shook. Her soft brown hair stuck to her face and she slammed her hands onto a pillow before finally calming down. With much struggle, she painfully lifted herself off the bed and into the bathroom where she collasped onto the lavender plush rug.
Her hands rubbed the soft material and she reached for the small towel that hung from the sink. She cried as her body tensed and throbbed and she felt sticky substances between her legs. She grab a hold of the toilet and lifted herself up and leaned on the counter. Layla turned on the water and waited patiently as the water warmed up. She soaked the white towel and softly brought it down to her legs which she softly squealed as the water stung her personal area. She rubbed softly and almost hurled as the white towel was now red. She dunk the towel and finished cleaning herself off and stared in the mirror as the a purple bruise clashed with her olive skin. She placed the towel that was now cold and put on her cheek where she breathed in relief as it helped for a brief moment. She walked back out to her closet with stiffness and carefully pulled on her underwear and bra and some sweat pants with her favorite Cobra Starship band tee and put on her purple hoodie. She pulled on her flats and grabbed her sunglasses that shieled her face. She zipped up her hoodie and grabbed her cellphone that was lying face down in the corner. She walked to the front door and carefully closed it, and looked around for anyone. When everything was clear, she began to walk down the street and several blocks down to the one place she would feel safe.
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Layla knocked on the oak door and wrapped her arms around herself as she waited for it to open. She whistled into the night sky, where stars sprinkled the sky, and she listened to the trees rustle. She heard footsteps coming, and finally the door opened. She frowned as Ray appeared and he gasped when she took her sunglasses off. He instantly wrapped his arms around her while she cried again. He pulled her close and shushed her noises.
"What happened sweetheart?" He was afraid to ask, since he already knew the answer. This wasn't the first time he witnessed the bruises on her petite body. He brought her in and onto the couch where she calmed, when the heat of the house welcomed her. Ray sat down next to her and put his hand on hers. She looked down and rocked back and forth. He could only sigh as he put his thumb to her bruise and she flinched.
"Layla, why do you do this to yourself? When are you gonna leave him?" She could only shake her head.
"I don't know how." she whispered. Ray wanted nothing more than to hug her, hold her, and hide her away from the world. He knew Layla was submissive. She does what she's told because that's she all she knows how to do. He tried so many times to reach out to her, but she never listened. He could only be patient and hope that she'll get help and be able to move on with her life that she deserves. They both sat there in silence, since that's all Layla could do.
After awhile Layla finally looked at Ray with a half smile. She knew one thing could truly make her feel better.
"Ray? Can I please just have one line?" she pleaded. Ray looked at her and frowned.
"Layla, I don't know. You shouldn't be doing this." She shook her head and bit her lip.
"I swear Ray! Please." Her eyes were big and icy green. He couldn't resist those eyes no matter how hard he tried. He sighed and nodded and went to the small silver box and brought it to the coffee table. He pulled out a mirror and a small bag. He placed the mirror on the table and carefully spread a line out with the razor blade and made two lines. He grabbed a plastic straw and cut it into a small pieces and handed her a piece. She smiled gratefully and leaned down putting the straw to her nose, and carefully inhaled the powder. She did it quickly and let the powder burn down her nose and throat while it worked it's magic, while she pinched her nose and layed her head back on the couch. She stared at the ceiling as she heard Ray doing the other line and pretty soon she was feeling extremely better. She opened her eyes and smiled as the room seemed to glow and Ray leaned back as well. He smiled at her and they both relished the comforting feeling of the drug. For once, Layla felt free and laughed. Pretty soon, Layla's head was on the arm of the couch where she shut her eyes and dreamed of a happy place. She felt fully alive and grinned.
But to get that happy place, she needed to save herself..... before it's too late...
Telling Layla's story spoken.
'Bout how all her bones are broken.
Hammers fall on all the pieces.
Two months in the cover creases....
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