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Chapter Seven

*trigger warning*

Summers POV:

Ryan dragged me out to his car, and threw me into the passenger seat. I sat silently the whole ride back to our apartment, afraid to make the situation worse. When we got to our parking garage he found a spot, and sloppily parked. He dragged me down the street to our complex, still not looking at me or speaking to me. We got to the entrance, and my purse fell off my shoulder onto the ground, so I yanked out of his grip to pick it up, which proved to be the wrong move. He sighed angrily, and picked me up and threw my body over his shoulder. "Ryan, please, just put me down." I whimpered as his shoulder bone dug into my rib cage. He ignored my plea, and continued to walk towards the elevator. When we got up to our apartment he slid me off his shoulder, and I stumbled towards the wall. He unlocked the door, and pulled me into the entry way. "Ryan, please just say something." I whispered, no longer able to handle the silence. As he shut the door he looked at me with cold, harsh eyes. "You're a disrespectful piece of shit." He stated, backing me up toward the wall. "I don't know what cloud you've been living on, but you're pathetic. That bitch doesn't love you. Nobody will ever love you. I'm all you fucking have. I own you." I closed my eyes tightly, as his hot alcohol heavy breath hit my face. "You don't own me." I mumbled under my breath. "What did you just say?" He asked, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, making me flinch. "You don't own me, Ryan. I'm a person, not your fucking property." His head slightly jerked away, he seemed shocked at my sudden burst of confidence. "Oh is that so? Is that what you really think?" He had his hand brushing through my hair, and my body was still pushed tightly up against the wall. I decided not to answer, and just stood looking into his eyes, still on my sudden adrenaline rush. His hand quit running through my hair, and grabbed a clump of it tightly. "I don't know what the fuck has gotten into you, but jesus you need to be taught a lesson." He yelled, yanking me by my hair to the ground. He sat on top of me, and leaned his face down to mine. "You're going to wish you hadn't done this, remember, I told you that the first time you were with that skank." He whispered into my ear, lightly licking it as he went along. Every part of me knew that the smartest thing to do was lay there silently, but I was still on my power trip and wouldn't let that happen. "Fuck you." I said, trying to push his body off of me. He grabbed my hair again, then slammed my head down on the ground, immediately causing my head to throb. "You really think you don't deserve this? That you don't owe me everything?" He whispered, picking me up off the floor. I let myself go limp, refusing to make this easy on him. Despite all my weight being in his arms, he dragged me up to our bedroom with ease, and pushed me toward the bed. My midback was against the edge of the bed, but my feet were still on the floor. As he got closer to me I panicked and threw my legs out, trying desperately to kick at him. "You're an idiot." He stated, almost amused, and grabbed my leg mid air. "Don't you worry, I'll take good care of you." He said, digging his fingers into my ankle, as his other hand took off my shoe. "Don't touch me." I said, trying to pull my leg out of his grip, but he was already done and dropped it, quickly grabbing the other one to take my other shoe off. "I touch you if and when I want to touch you." He said, pulling my body up into his arms. He stared into my eyes, and I looked down, not wanting to see his hatred towards me. He started to kiss me, and stroke his hands up and down my body, and I felt nauseated. "Get off of me!" I yelled, trying to push him away, but he grabbed my wrist and slapped me hard across the face. He pushed me to the ground, and stood over me, looking at me as if I was nothing. He delivered a harsh kick to my side, causing me to cry out in pain, but I quickly stifled it, not wanting to give him that satisfaction. "You try to defy me one more time, and I will kill you when this is all over, you hear me?" He asked harshly. He got down, and straddled me, with his butt resting on my stomach. "Say I own you. Say it. Say you're nothing without me." I stared up at him, feeling defeated in every possible way. "I can't do that." I whispered, wanting to keep at least a little of my dignity in tact. He squeezed my arm tightly until his nails drew blood. "Dammit, Summer. You're trying my fucking patience." He said through clenched teeth, but still I just stared at him. He shook his head, and punched me a few times in the face. I could already feel it starting to swell, but I didn't have time to think about it before he started hitting me over and over. My entire body was radiating with pain, and I closed my eyes tightly, trying to disassociate. After minutes of him beating me, he finally stopped, and leaned his face down next to my ear, panting. "Now say it." I let out a small, weak breath, "Okay. You own me, I'm yours. I-I would be nothing without you." He sat up, looking down at his handy work, pleased with himself. "That's right. Good girl. Now," He started, standing up and bringing me with him. He pushed me over to the bed, and threw me down onto it. I tried to crawl away, but I was in too much pain to move. "I'm going to make damn sure you remember that you belong to me." I was looking at the wall, but I felt the mattress sink in under his weight, as he pulled my body closer to him. "Don't." I said almost incoherently, as he started to tug my pants down. He got them off, and worked on removing the rest of my clothes, as I laid there begging to get another rush of adrenaline. "Ryan, please, don't do this. I don't- I can't do this." He covered my mouth with his hand, as he placed kisses all over my body. I jerked every time his lips would touch me, and begged myself not to cry. He moved himself so that he was hovering over me, and looked down at me hungrily. "I've wanted to do this for so long baby," He whispered, starting to grind up against me, "I'm going to take my time with this." I watched as he unzipped his pants, and I quickly turned away. "Look at me." He growled grabbing my jaw, and pulling it up so that I faced him. "You're nothing. All you are is my play thing. You're just here to please me." I flinched as he let my face go, but I saw him starting to rub my thighs, and swallowed hard. His face moved down between them, and I felt his tongue going up and down my leg. "Please, don't." I squeaked. He rolled his eyes, and moved up to my face again. "I was trying to please you, but I guess if you don't want that, we'll just get right to it." He moved his knee in between my legs, and started to pry them apart. "No. No. No. No." I kept repeating, as he got them open, and set himself between them. "No. No. No. No." I repeated it like a mantra, hoping it would somehow get through to him, but it never did. Moments later, he was inside me. I cried out as I felt something tearing, and tried to squirm underneath him. "STOP." I yelled breathlessly. He started to ram himself into me, causing my hips to buck, only pushing him further into me. I squirmed, and cried underneath him for a few minutes, but he continued. He picked up his pace, and my already sore body was shaking with pain, and my mind couldn't take it anymore. I looked over at the wall, and everything started to blur as I stared. I could still feel everything, but my mind was somewhere else. When he finally finished he collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. "Oh baby. Good girl. Uh Summer. You're such a whore. MY whore." He whispered, stroking my hair. I laid there, lifelessly, struggling to stay conscious. He placed a harsh kiss on my head, and scratched me with his facial hair as he moved his face down my body. "You're mine, and now you know it, huh?" He stood up, and zipped his pants, then walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I heard the door to the apartment open and shut, but no part of me was able to move. I could barely even think.
I laid there for a little over half an hour, unable to function, every part of me felt melted. I'd almost gone back off into some other place when I heard a light knock at the door. My body tensed up for a moment, but then I remembered that Gaga had said she was coming to get me. I looked at the clock, seeing it was 10:13, and closed my eyes with a small sigh of relief. I heard a harder knock a few moments later, and attempted to get up, but wasn't able to walk. I fell to the ground, causing a loud thud, and laid there helplessly. The next thing I heard was the door bust open and Gaga frantically calling out my name. "Summer!" She called again, and I mustered up any strength I did have to call for her, "Stefani." I heard footsteps running towards the room, and she opened the door slowly. "Summer? Summer, baby oh my god." She cried as she ran over to me, and kneeled down. "What did he do to you?" She asked, tears already streaming down her face. Peter approached the room, but she waved at him to back up. "Hold on." She yelled, looking around the room, then grabbed the sheet off the bed, and laid it over me. "Peter, call the police. Now." I shook my head, shakily taking her arm. "No, please. Don't call them." She ran the back of her hand down my cheek tenderly. "Yes, baby. He's not getting away with this." She sat next to me, as Peter called the police, and suddenly all the pain and the stress took over me, and I felt myself blacking out. "Summer, please stay with me." Gaga whispered as the sirens grew louder. The last thing I saw was Gaga, holding my hand to her face and crying. Then everything went black.