One Thousand Songs Later

Lily's POV:

"You tired darling?" I rolled my eyes at Kyle's mock kindness and we walked through the door, entering our motel room.

"No! I'm not sore from five fucking hours of sexual intercourse!" I said sarcastically, while taking my phone out of the bag. Suddenly my phone got snatched from my hand.

"Hey!" I glared at Kyle, who's lips were pulled into a smirk.

"Good, then I can have some time for myself." Kyle tugged and my shirt and I slapped his hand away.

"You can't, that pill can only take so much, I can't take another until tomorrow, and you definitely can't have me pregnant," I warned.

"Fine, pleasure me then." Kyle smirked as he pulled down his pants. God what has become of me? Please, have mercy, I thought as I reluctantly moved my hand to his penis. My nose wrinkled in disgust when I thought of what I had become, reduced to making love to men who I don't know the names of. I accidentally clenched my fists, angry at myself and Kyle howled under my strong grip. Whoops.

"What the fuck Lily?" Kyle yelled as he pulled his pants back on.

"Sorry/Not sorry," I yelled at him, not thinking straight.

The next thing I knew my head was turning harshly to the right. I blinked, not exactly realizing what had just happened. I felt a throbbing in my left cheek. Oh. Before I could respond to that slap I was slapped again, this time on the right cheek. I felt both cheeks burn and I desperately wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.

"What did you say?" Kyle asked warningly.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, looking downward and tried to stop my tears.

"And?" Kyle prompted.

"I'll never do it again." Kyle nodded curtly and started pulling down his pants again. I blinked continuously as Kyle got his own treatment, trying to keep myself from breaking down. Once he was satisfied, he locked me in the bathroom, where I tried making myself comfortable to fall asleep. I curled up into a ball and fought the tears, still clinging to the promise I had made when I had started this horrendous life.

I just need to accept that this is my life from now own, no ones going to save me and I can't escape. I trembled, it all seemed so clear now, I need to give up. My breathing slowed down as I started to relax, thinking about Luke and the things we did.

I fell asleep, and dreamed about Luke. We were talking in the dream. Just talking, but it was enough for me to wake up in the morning with a smile on my face.

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