《Bullied by magcon》17
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After a while of dancing and drinks, we headed back to the hotel. Nash, Johnson and Carter were super drunk and the rest of the guys had to help them get in the car.
We arrived and the hotel and got out, the same car I saw a few hours ago, passed by the hotel, with the same man in it.
I held on to Gilinsky a little tighter, he looked down at my phone and pulled me closer and tensed up a bit. We got into the hotel and went straight to our rooms. I walked in "babe stay here with Sammy and Johnson, Im gonna go talk to Taylor" he said kissing my forehead. I nodded and he walked over to Taylor's room. I walked over to Johnson, "hey sexy" he said his voice slurred "I'll go get you some water" I said with a laugh. I walked over to the mini fridge, the fridge was empty "Sammy, I'm gonna go get some water bottles from the vending machine, k" I said. "Wait don't I have to come with you?" He said looking up "I'll be fine" I said. He looked unsure but nodded, I walked down the hallway and walked to the elevator, the vending machine was on the first floor. I walked to the vending machine. I put in a dollar and it and it kept spitting it out "stupid machine" I said kicking it.
I looked around, what was he talking about? I felt a pair of hands grab me and throw me against the wall. Then everything went black.
My eyes fluttered open, the room was dark, except for a dull light bulb hanging on the ceiling. My head hurt like crazy. I wiped my forehead, blood. My hands were tied together with a scratchy rope, where the hell was I?
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My phone, I still have my phone. I reached into my bra and toke out my phone. I went to my contacts and texted quickly
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The door opened and I put back into my bra "hello?" I called out. He walked into the light, my dad "Karma, I've been waiting so long for this moment" he said taking a seat "why" I asked "you ran away from me, i have to punish you" he said clenching his fists. "Bullshit, you hurt me" I spat, he walked up and slapped me, hard "fuck you" I said. He slapped me again "watch your mouth missy" he said, his beer soaked breathe filled the room. "What are you gonna do, huh, kill me, torture me" I continued "you can't hurt me anymore, killing me would only make me happy" I said. I lied, I don't want to die, not now, I needed to keep him busy. He gritted his teeth and threw the chair across the room. He came back to me and punched me in my stomach. The pain spread across my abdomen, think Karma think "what happened to mom" I asked. He thought for a moment "my friends are here" he got up and left the room. They'll find the phone, I toke it out and slide to a dark corner. The door opened, a guy came in "Karma right" he said smirking. "He walked towards me and stood me up. He ripped my dress "disgusting pig" I said spitting in his face "fiesty one" he said biting his lip, he grabbed my face and stuck his tongue on my mouth. He put his underneath me, I bit his tongue, hard. He ran back and held his mouth, blood dripping from it. I spit out the blood "you little bitch" he said walking over, he slapped me. He walked back and pulled off my underwear, he unbuckled his pants, I'm not gonna talk about the rest...
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*the next day*
I was so cold, I don't know how much blood I've lost but it was a lot. I had bruises on my face, stomach, everywhere. I've been waiting for Taylor, but I've lost hope. I've been raped twice, maybe three, I can't remember. "Water" I said my voice was raspy. My dad walked over with a water bottle, he gave me a droplet of water, but I bit down on the cap and chugged a ton of water "selfish pig" he said punching me. I coward in pain, he left and I shut my eyes, i was so tired.
The door slammed open "Police, come out with your hands up, Are you Karma Thompson? Bring in the gernie" I was hosted up onto the gernie and taken into the ambulance. I shut my eyes.
*the next day*
"She has, 3 broken ribs, a concussion, suffering from dehydration, a sprained wrist and multiple bruises, but she's stable, no long term damages" the doctor said "oh my god" Gilinsky, his voice. He was here, I opened my eyes and looked around, everyone was here "hi babe" I said with a weak smile "oh my god Karma" he awkwardly hugged me and kissed me gently "I missed you, all of you dorks" I said weakly "I did too" he said smiling.
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