Plot--
Vegas is a beautiful, 18 years young, high school girl who met the love of her life--Uh, no. Her love is abusing her, toying with her heart. His former name is Maxwell Turner. He leaves bruises dotted on her arms, legs, and occasionally her pale cheeks. The only thing Max has left to take from her is her best friend, played by you. He watches from his room in a apartment complex next door to her building, watching her get hurt from his window to hers. That's the only way she could ever see him outside of school. Your character had a crush on her since the beginning of school, and counts every time she got hurt, by Max. If only she could see that. With all he got, he tries to save her from living a awful life of abuse.
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I could still feel his hands on my arms, as he forced me down, his blue eyes lighted with anger. I couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't plead for him not to hurt me anymore. None of it would have worked, I realize that now. Now i have thick black bruises around my arms, my neck, my stomach and my legs. He was so angry at me, though i was not doing anything to anger or annoy him. He still had his hand on the collar of my shirt, nearly chocking me as he spoke, pulling me so close to him our noses touched lightly. "Vegas," He began, forcing me to stare at him. His free hand grazed my arms, where most of the bruises laid. I didn't bother to push him off, or he'd create more. Though, his light touch made me listen. "I'm so sorry." He rasped, letting go of my shirt, instead running my hair threw his fingers. We were so close, it felt like i couldn't breath. He leaned closer, his strong arms making it so i couldn't move, forcing our lips to touch in a kiss. Months had passed and the marks, from a long time ago, were still visible. The bruises would fade, that was a given, but deep beneath the healed skin, that's where they would stay. Where they would be a constant reminder of the relationship. Even with that in the back of my mind, i stayed with him. I was just.. so scared. I pushed him off of me, my eyes tightly closing, awaiting for him to shove me against the wall, or hurt me.
He pushed me a bit harder against the wall, holding my wrists against it, kissing my cheek forcefully. "Please stop." I murmured, my hands balling into fists. He let me go slowly, giving me one more kiss before he left. He picked the book bag off of the floor and left the room, leaving me here. After a few minutes i struggled to pull myself up, leaving and locking the room down and leaving the apartment. As i walked down the sidewalk i could feel tears stinging my eyes, but i wasn't strong enough to hold them back. They fell from my cheeks with ease, making my heart feel as though it was being clenched by Max, with his strong fists, leaving me with nothing but a broken, bruised, torn, and used heart.
