Darius and Marrisa pt.1

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 As kids, Darius and I were closer than me and my own siblings. We lived on the same street and I watched Darius turn from skinny and immature to a six pack dimpled chin guy who got whatever he wanted. But we were only friends. Sometimes we would tease each other just for fun. Rubbing against each other, accidentally kissing each other, etc. But we were just friends. That’s it. When high school came we both were in and out of relationships. The thing that sucked was i was still i freakin virgin and hated every second of it. Darius lost his virginity as soon as he stepped into school (lost it in the janitors closet with some sluttish broad) and was still hittin it.  I was in a relationship that i thought would last long enough to at least lose my virginity. So we did the whole oral thing, most of the time he spent more time wanting to cum in my mouth than eating my pussy. So when I refused he became angry with me and he basically abused me. I would come to school with finger marks around my neck and bruises that were practically purple. Darius was concerned and tried to interfere, but it just made it worse. My boyfriend Ankara Escort caught me in the hallway and pulled me into the teachers lounge. “You told him didn’t you, you slutty broad!” i felt his hand swat across my face. I shed a few tears. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-” “Shut up goddmnit. I didn’t tell you to fuckin talk.” His eyes were filled with rage. “You love me don’t you! Tell me you love me whore!” He shoved me against the wall and his hands gripped around my throat. “Yes…I love you Bryan.” I choked. My body trembled with fear. His face was in mine and his breath smelt strong of cigarettes. “Well apparently not enough to tell your stupid friend. You want to make me angry don’t you Marissa. I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.” He threw me on one of the nearby couches in the lounge and jumped on top of me. His fingers were once again around my neck and he began to choke me. “Help! Somebody!” I rasped. I tried to fight back. He pushed harder. “Shut up bitch!” he slapped me. “Do you hear that?” That voice sounded familiar. It was Darius. “Darius!!!” Balgat Escort i yelled for him. I heard the door handle jiggle. “Don’t call for him you stupid bitch he won’t help you now!” “Marissa! Are you in there!” Darius was yelling on the other side, still jiggling the door handle. Tears spilled from my eyes. I once again made my last attempt  to call for his name. “Darius! Help!” I wailed. Bryan put is hand over my mouth. My vision was beginning to dim. I was loosing air and i closed my eyes. Someone’s body was banging against the door. “I’m coming Marissa!” his voice echoed in the background. His body broke through the door. Darius grabbed Bryan off me and literally beat the fuck out of him. I rolled off the couch and Darius turned around and picked me up in his arms. He turned around to face Bryan. “I tell you what, if i find out that you laid your hands on her, if i find her with one fucking bruise on her body, I swear to God i’ m coming back to kill you.” Bryan nodded lazily and passed out. Darius walked out to the parking lot and put me in Çankaya Escort the passenger seat of his car. “Where are we going?” i said still dazed. He cranked up the car and he turned to look at me. Darius reached out to touch me but i flinched and scooted closer to the door. Darius looked hurt and stared at me. He blinked a couple of times and pullled the clutch. “Your parents home?” he asked. He pulled out of the parking lot and sped down the road. “No they’re on a vacation again for another two weeks.” He drove down the road and pulled into my driveway. He opened my door and helped me get out of the car. We stopped at the doorway. “Thanks Darius, if it wasn’t for you…” hot tears flooded my eyes and ran down my cheek. Darius cupped my face in his hand. “Do you remember that time when you got into that car accident?” i nodded remembering the on coming car coming at us. “Do you remember what i told you when i helped you get out of the car and you were crying?” i smiled and repeated the words he told me. ” ‘Tears should never be on some one as beautiful as you’ ” i gave him a weak smile. “And they shouldn’t. Marissa what i don’t understand is why you let some one do that to you? Better yet, why didn’t you come tell me?” “I don’t know. I thought maybe you didn’t…” “Care. Of course I care about you. There isn’t one day I haven’t thought about your safety. What made you think I didn’t?” he put his arms around my waist.  “Well…I…we never talk anymore.

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