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Has Max finally seen the light? or is to late :D

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 His New Toy

Why would I hurt you when I love you?

[Max’s POV]

I came in extra early to school today to look for my Chemistry textbook, I don’t know at what point I lost it but I’ve lost it. I already paid $50 because I was too scared to get my old book off the scary Goth kid, looks like I'm going to have to pay another $50; mom is so going to kill me.

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After mindless wandering I couldn’t find it. I ended up having plenty of time before school started so I headed towards the library; I took another way as I didn’t want to past those creepy toilets.

Half of the library was closed off, looked like there was some work going on since there were quite a few men in hard hats with Erick directing them about who knows what.

Should I leave? If I do then he’ll probably see me and then I’ll look like an idiot, so I took a seat at the table as far away as possible which wasn’t that far away at all.

Pulling out my English book I began to catch up on some extra work

“Hey Max” I looked up to see Katie with her hands behind her back; she was wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a creamy cardigan. She looked really pretty

“Hi Katie” she smiled taking a seat opposite me

“So did you miss me?” I looked at her puzzled but quickly masked it. That is true though I haven’t seen Katie around or even Casey and Amanda or any of the other girls that mostly bug me around, I’ve been too consumed with my own problems to notice.

Chuckling quickly I replied “Of course, where did you guys go?”

“Cheerleading trip” she replied blushing

“I didn’t take you for the cheerleading type” I answered truthfully

“I needed to do one more extra-curricular course for this little thing I'm doing”

“Oh I see, so I’ll probably see Casey, Amanda and some more of the other girls”

She laughed quietly since we were in the library “Yep” she bent down to pick up a pink bag inside it was my Jacket I let her wear weeks ago under the tree

“Wow I completely forgot about that”

“Sorry I had it” she blushed lightly before continuing “It smells really nice” she handed me the folded jacket and I placed it on my lap

“Thanks Katie”

“You’re welcome” she glanced down at my papers and English book “I can see you’re busy, so I guess I’ll see you later?”

“Cool, I’ll see you later” she then got up and left

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School was went by mercifully quickly considering the girls that were pouring in from nowhere even the girls that didn’t go on this cheerleading trip; I think they like to strike in groups.

Walking over to my car, I got a new text it was from Chris, my heart sped up a little bit, why was I scared? Reading it said: Look up 

I did exactly what he said and I found him standing there girls smiling and giggling as they walked past him. Glancing quickly in both directions I looked out for Erick, no sign of him so I quickly walked over to Chris

“Hey” he whispered

“Hi” I stared at him puzzled “How are you here so early?”

“I ditched my last period, I wanted to see you”

“You saw me yesterday” and I was glad to have gotten the distance away after yesterday’s events “and you shouldn’t be driving for the next 3 days the doctors said”

He chuckled and kissed my forehead, I took a glance around thank goodness no one saw that, Lord knows the kind of drama I would be facing.

“Come on, we’re going to mine” he grabbed my wrist pulling me towards his car

“My mum doesn’t know and you live too far” I whined trying to get myself out of this

“You’re 17 Max. Who cares? Get Darren to cover for you” the look in his eye was not playing he sent shivers to every bone in my body.

I sighed and pulled out my phone to text Darren and my mom

“I’ll drop you home early”

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I sat crossed legged on the floor in front of his television, eating a chocolate bar he bought me at a gas station. I giggled softly it tasted soooo good.

Chris went into his room to change but when I heard the door creak I turned around to find him still in his baggy jeans and now he was shirtless, I ripped my gaze away from his chest and aggressively began to chew on my chocolate bar again

“You okay” he was leaning against the wall, cigarette in his mouth

“Yeah I’m fine” I felt the blush creep so I quickly looked away

Wait cigarette?!

Standing up quickly I pointed at the toxic fumes he was breathing out

“You smoke?”

“Yeah”

“You never said”

“You never asked” he replied calmly with a shrug, I gave up I knew I wasn’t going to win this argument

We stared intently at each other, a smile slowly creeping up on Chris’ face. He dipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled out a small black plastic thing which had a small button. He held in out in front of him. I brought my face closer to the weird object examining it from all sides without touching it. He placed his thumb on the small button and I watched in anticipation for what would happen. He was smiling so it must have been something good right? Pressing the button a small blade flicked up from within. I let out a small shriek, jumping back.

“A knife?” I asked in bewilderment

“Come here” he smiled

“No” I shook my head wildly, I took another step back. I couldn’t think of anything good coming from me, him and a knife

Taking another puff of his cigarette he glared at me annoyed “Max, come here, I’m not going to touch you with the knife” so why was he still holding it with the blade in clear view.

He sighed irritated and stalked towards me I kept walking back, not taking my eyes off him or that knife. He threw his cigarette on the floor and it fizzed out but never kept his eyes off me

“Why would I hurt you when I love you?” I guess that was true

“Then put that knife down!” my back smacked into the wall with Chris trapping me, hands on either side of my head. The knife in his right hand. Tilting my chin up, he began placing soft kisses down my neck, I tried to ignore the feelings he was giving me as I watched the knife in his hand. The kisses turned into sucking and I bit down on my lip hard, I didn’t want to give him any satisfaction of any sort.

“So you’re going to be a naughty boy?” he chuckled darkly into my neck “Do you want to be punished?”

“No...No” I whispered “I’m sorry” I didn’t know what it was but I felt really scared, I didn’t feel this way in the beginning what was happening?

“Okay then come with me”

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the bathroom. He put the knife down by the sink and smiled at me

“What are you going to do?” I asked as my heart sped rapidly against my chest

“I'm not going to do anything. You’re going to do all the work” he smiled cruelly

“Huh?”

He didn’t respond instead pulled my woollen jacket over my head and then my t-shirt too so I was shirtless.

Don’t cry Max don’t cry

He locked the door and bent down so he was level with my belt buckle

Hold yourself together

I grabbed onto my belt “What are you doing?” my voice husky with my un-cried tears

“Move your hand” I moved it in defeat, he glared at me as the venom laced each word he spoke, it was worse than Erick’s. I called Erick the devil, Chris was like some unearthly demon. He undid the buckle and pulled down my pants, I felt the cold air brush past my skinny legs.

He moved away from me, grabbing the knife and sat down on the bathroom floor against one of the plain white walls. His bathroom was quite spacious. The sink and toilet was on one side of a wall the shower on another leaving plenty more room. He played with the knife in his hand and smiled patting the space in between in legs. I glanced at the door and back to him

He chuckled “I wouldn’t even think about doing that if I was you”

I sighed sadly sitting in between his legs straight out if front of me. I shuddered as I felt the cold blade being drawn lightly up and down my back. What the hell was he playing at?

“Here, take it” he handed me the knife as he pushed himself closer to me so his front was right against my back

“What do you want me to do with this?” I asked baffled

“I want you to cut yourself” he breathed in my ear

“I…I can’t do that!”

“Yes you can” he replied aggressively “he grabbed my hair and pulled it back hard causing me to cry out in surprise, forcing himself onto me he kissed me “If you don’t, you’ll regret it and that I can promise you”

I swallowed the hard lump in my throat and pressed the blade against my skin but I didn’t have it in me to push the blade in deeper to cut myself

“Do it.” He growled

“Why?” I whimpered

“I said so. That’s why” he spat back at me

I pushed the blade in harder and at the moment I felt Chris’ cold hands grab me, stroking me so hard I thought I was going to go crazy. The tears came down aggressively as I would cry out. “Again” he muttered. I lifted up the blade out of my skin and inflicted another deep slash in my skin causing me to scream. It was a mixture of absolute pain and then pleasure mixed together I thought I was going to be sick. I hated feeling like this.

The blood trickled heavily from my arms to my torso to the tiled floors and I felt sick. The smell of blood lingered distastefully in the air.

“Please stop” I murmured my sobs subsiding

“You mean this?” he went faster causing my breathing to spiral out of control, I was already finding trouble breathing because of the lack of blood that I was still loosing

“Yeah” I groaned as fresh tears erupted from my eyes

“Then keep cutting and don’t stop until I tell you too”

“Or what?” my voice sounded as if I was drugged and I felt extremely tired too but my body was too excited by what Chris was doing with my friend

Chris didn’t respond but instead punched the back of my head, I whimpered, now my head hurt. I brought the bloody blade to my arms again cutting and cutting each one as deep as the other. “Good boy” he whispered as I cut into myself

It went on for what seemed for hours, after I came all over his hands and my boxers the first time I thought that would be the end, I couldn’t take another round of that, my breathing was savaged and I needed as much oxygen to breathe but he didn’t stop he kept on pleasuring me, it was torture, I even used all my strength to pull my knees up towards my face but that didn’t stop him. The only thing I managed to do was cry relentlessly and bleed. Me and Chris were now surrounded in a pool of my own blood.

After making me climax for the fourth time, I let out a soft moan as I felt the warm substance trickle down my leg; I collapsed onto Chris’ chest.

“I think you’ve had enough” I felt the wet knife being taken out of my hands and being thrown across the floor

No shit was all I could think of but I had no more strength to speak. My eyes felt so heavy and I was drifting in and out of consciousness but I tried to stay awake I didn’t want to leave my body alone with him. Death was coming so I guess I shouldn’t care. My only relationship turned out to be the one that ended my life.

I felt my weight being lifted off the ground. Was I finally now in eternal slumber? I couldn’t be I was still in pain and I felt so sore..down there. Regaining my senses it turned out to be Chris carrying me bridal style into the shower. I could hear my blood hitting the floor loudly and aggressively. What did he want me to have? A clean death? He sat me down on the shower floor him behind me again I think and I felt the warm trickle of water beat down on my head, a lone tear escaped my eye as they both closed not daring to open again.