Flashbacks

“No one will believe you. We all know you asked for this. If you walk out with such slutty clothes, what do you think men will think? Such a shame they’ll never get to touch you like how I do. You belong to me. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“Elle?” I heard a voice say. My heart stops. It’s him. He came to get me again. This time, I wouldn’t be able to run. I couldn’t move my legs. Why won’t my legs move? I need help. Why isn’t anyone helping me?

I drop onto the floor and begin crawling away. I couldn’t breathe. He grabbed me, though, and pulled me close to him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here now,” he softly whispered, touching my hair.

“Please,” I begged. “Please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry.”

“I won’t hurt you. You’ll be okay,” he said.

I couldn’t look away from his eyes. He looked so different. He looked happy now that he finally found me - I can’t do this. I have to get away.

“Calm down,” he said as I began moving a bit. “You’re safe here. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I didn’t believe a word he said. When I finally built up the courage, I punched him straight in the face. He quickly held his nose as blood began leaking out.

“Noah, go after her,” he said. “She’s gonna get hurt.”

My heart fell to the ground. This whole time, he was playing me. I thought he cared, but he didn’t. He never did. He was just acting to try and get me close to him. I hate him. I hate everyone.

dad? Where is he? Dominic and Norma are out with their friends, so they should be safe. But what about Celeste? I have

I felt someone grab me. I screamed, yelled, and kicked. I fought with everything in my body but I couldn’t

bring me back to him,” I

Elle. You’re

work for him. You have no fucking idea how much pain he caused me. He raped me, Noah. Please,” I begged over and over again. At this point, I was crying hysterically. I couldn’t breathe properly. “I thought you were different. I told you -”

my dad walked into the room. Is he working with him, too? This

with pleading eyes. He held my gaze for a moment

possibly work with him knowing what he did?” I asked, about to cry

talking about? You’re safe, don’t

me. They just stood there and wouldn’t let me leave the room. Then, when my dad touched me, I passed out due to being too overwhelmed by

and that was my mistake. I shouldn’t have done that. Why did I believe them? Why did I think there were people who actually cared about

lost everything - I didn’t get to have a good childhood or anything because I lived in fear

taste of their own medicine. I’ll show them who’s boss, but I have to

“Miss me?”

I can’t let him control me. Keep walking, I told myself. And I did. I kept walking

so scared? I know you missed

me alone.” Keep

I miss hearing

not let you