Abused and Saved
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › HIM
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
2,545
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Abused and Saved
**A/N: This is my first fanfic in almost three years. I hope you like it. This story will have three point of views and I will let you know when they change. I might be a bitch, but I don't like confusing my readers D: Enjoy!**
**TRISH'S POV**
I slammed my head into the steering wheel, so pissed of at the world. This was suppose to be my day my first cKy concert. I grumbled and looked at my boyfriend who looked back at me. It was 5 and the concert started at seven. I was three hours from home not wanting to be here with Adam. This fucking sucked.
Twenty minutes later here came a line of assholes driving into the parking lot. I looked and got a clear view of one of the men driving. "Hmm, looks like Bam got a new Hummer." I said. I picked up a cigarette and lit it. Then I felt a sharp blow and stinging in my face. Adam had hit me again. I was tired of this shit. Always getting hit for some unknown reason. I was tired of trying to hide bruises and blood stains. I finally grabbed all my shit from the car and stood in line.
Over across the parking lot I saw a lot of different people. Just staring into the horizon trying to get my mind off of shit. I just wanted to have one perfect night. Then I had an idea. I grabbed a pen and paper out of my backpack as I started to write a note.
Bam,
My name is Trish and no I'm not one of these freakazoid fangirls that would write this. I'm in a tough situation. An abusive situation. Just needing someone to talk to. knowing that you probably won't read this or just toss it i figured I would give it a shot. Here's my numbers and shit. I live in New Jersey.
-Trish
I folded it up and put his name on it with a heartagram. "What the hell." I said blandly walking over to his vehicle parked across the parking lot and slipped the note under his wiper blade then started to head inside the building.
A four and a half hour show. I was ecstatic and drunk coming out of the building still singing drunken' lyrics "Triple manic state resonating through me doctors all horrified still un-what the hell?!" I ran into someone I didn't know and with my 'I don't give a fuck' attitude I pushed them out of my way and dreaded the ride home just to sleep off the alcohol, but I was wrong. I didn't get any sleep. I got the shit beat out of me for drinking too much. I hated this man and needed to get the fuck out, but had no where to go.
**TRISH'S POV**
I slammed my head into the steering wheel, so pissed of at the world. This was suppose to be my day my first cKy concert. I grumbled and looked at my boyfriend who looked back at me. It was 5 and the concert started at seven. I was three hours from home not wanting to be here with Adam. This fucking sucked.
Twenty minutes later here came a line of assholes driving into the parking lot. I looked and got a clear view of one of the men driving. "Hmm, looks like Bam got a new Hummer." I said. I picked up a cigarette and lit it. Then I felt a sharp blow and stinging in my face. Adam had hit me again. I was tired of this shit. Always getting hit for some unknown reason. I was tired of trying to hide bruises and blood stains. I finally grabbed all my shit from the car and stood in line.
Over across the parking lot I saw a lot of different people. Just staring into the horizon trying to get my mind off of shit. I just wanted to have one perfect night. Then I had an idea. I grabbed a pen and paper out of my backpack as I started to write a note.
Bam,
My name is Trish and no I'm not one of these freakazoid fangirls that would write this. I'm in a tough situation. An abusive situation. Just needing someone to talk to. knowing that you probably won't read this or just toss it i figured I would give it a shot. Here's my numbers and shit. I live in New Jersey.
-Trish
I folded it up and put his name on it with a heartagram. "What the hell." I said blandly walking over to his vehicle parked across the parking lot and slipped the note under his wiper blade then started to head inside the building.
A four and a half hour show. I was ecstatic and drunk coming out of the building still singing drunken' lyrics "Triple manic state resonating through me doctors all horrified still un-what the hell?!" I ran into someone I didn't know and with my 'I don't give a fuck' attitude I pushed them out of my way and dreaded the ride home just to sleep off the alcohol, but I was wrong. I didn't get any sleep. I got the shit beat out of me for drinking too much. I hated this man and needed to get the fuck out, but had no where to go.