Title: Married With Children
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 1
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. But I do own Trent. The song belongs to Oasis. And the address to the stories is at the bottom of this email. And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: R for violence and rape
Content: Violence and Rape
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know yet *L*.
Summary: The Life that we all wish we would never lead
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She writhed under him, her face contorted into a mask of emotions. To anyone looking in, it would seem like passionate sex between a female fatale and her best guy friend. But to the woman moving underneath the man, it was anything but that. It was clear and simple.
She wasn't writhing in pleasure, but from pain. Trying to escape his clutching hands. But everywhere she moved, he moved alongside her. His hands holding her down, forcing her to endure the saddistic punishment he chose to deal out.
And all because she 'wanted it'.
***
There's no need for you to say your sorry
Goodbye I'm going home
I don't care no more, so don't you worry
Goodbye, I'm going home.
***
That's what he had told her when he had first thrown her onto the ground. To stop strugging, she knew she 'wanted it'. To stop fighting, she knew she had been trying to 'get it' for the longest time now.
The smell of alcohol on his breath should have been a warning. Don't go near him. He's drunk. But Trent was her friend. Her best friend. The one she came to at 3 in the morning, with her heart in pieces. He was always the one who put it back together again.
Pain caused her to clench her jaw, trying not to scream. He had already told her that her screams would do no good. Not out here in the boonies. If she screamed, then by the time they came to help her, she'd be just a body for them to identify.
They had grown up together. Supported each other through first crushes, first dates, first kisses, first jobs, losing their virginity, going off to college, and going into careers. They had soothed each other's heartbreak, and helped each other heal.
He was heavy. She had never realized how muscular he had become in the years she had been on the road. She was use to handling a guy, pushing him off of her, or around a ring. But she was always expecting it then. This was certainly not expected.
***
I hate the way that even though you
Know your wrong, say your right
I hate the books you read and all your friends
Your music's shite, it keeps me up all night
There's no need for you to say your sorry
Goodbye I'm going home
I dont' care no more, so don't worry
Goodbye I'm going home
***
She had only been home for two hours before she had decided to pay him a visit. She was lonely, and her friendships were slowly all turning to shit. She had just had a huge fight with Amy, and for the moment Adam was to wrapped up in his own love life to realize she was turning to shit along with everything else.
It had only been 9 at night when she knocked on his door, the dead of winter suffocating all the other noises. She clutched her arms to her body, trying to stay warm until he opened the door. She knew he was home. The lights were all on.
He had stumbled a bit when he threw the door open, but she hadn't even thought of it at the moment. The smell of alcohol didn't even awaken her.
She had simply stepped over the bottles that had been tossed down to lay on the floor, relaxing in the warmeth the room gave after the horrendous cold outside.
She never realized that later, she would find it much more cold inside.
***
I hate the way you are so sarcastic
And you're not very bright
You think everything you've done's fantastic
Your music's shite, it keeps me up all night
And it will be nice to be alone
For a week or two
But i know that I will be
Right back here with you
***
Your best friends aren't suppose to lear at you, taking in your body as if it were just a piece of meet. They aren't suppose to hold you down while they ram themselves into your, over and over again, until they are exhausted and fall on top of you, either sleeping or passed out from the alcohol that is cursing through their system.
They aren't suppose to chant over and over, as if it were their mantra, "You were asking for it. You deserve it. You wanted it. It's your fault. You deserve it. You teased, now I'm taking what you offered." They are suppose to smile, and crack jokes.
They aren't suppose to rape you at 9:30 at night, in the middle of frozen America.
She slowly pushed his unconscious body off of hers, knowing that he must be passed out. She gathered up the clothes he had tore off her in his heated frenze, quickly putting them back on. Then she crawled out of the room, afraid to wake the slumbering giant.
After a few deep breathes, she darted out of the house, back to her car. She didn't even care anymore, she just wanted to go home. To wash the dirty feeling of his hands clutching at her body. "Goodbye, I'm going home" she muttered to the house.
***
There's no need for you to say you're sorry
Goodbye I'm going home
I don't care no more, so don't you worry
Goodbye i'm going home
I hate the way that even though you
know you're wrong, you say you're right
I hate the books you read and all your friends
Your music's shite, it keeps me up all night
Goodbye I'm going home
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