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It was Only a Dream

Darsi’s P.O.V.

*dream*

 

I wake up in a dark room, tied up to a cold, metal chair. Oh god… not this again, I think to myself. A man in his late teen’s walks in, carrying duct tape. “Please. Let me go! Don’t do this again! I’m not ready!”

 

I get slapped in the face, as hard as humanly possible it feels like, but I know he can hit harder. “Shut up! You do what I say, no matter what!”

 

“You can’t make me!” He slaps me again, even harder than the last time.

 

“I said, ‘shut up!’ I’m your boyfriend, and you do what I say!”

 

“Trevor, please stop! Help! He-,” He puts duct tape over my mouth, making my cries for help almost completely silenced. He unties me, standing me up to tie my hands behind my back before throwing me on the ground.

 

“Now, Darsi, you know none of this would’ve happened if you said yes.” I start crying my eyes out, continuing to scream, even though no one could hear me. He pulls out a gun from his back pocket. “Don’t ever tell anyone about this, or I will empty this gun into your forehead,” he threatens, only making me scream louder and cry harder. I keep thinking to myself, no one can hear you. This is how you’re going to die. I’ll just keep screaming. It’s all I can do now. He starts shaking me, saying my name louder and louder. I’m completely terrified now…

 

Matthew’s P.O.V.

I’m jolted awake up to the sound of screaming in the middle of the night. I shoot up, looking for where the sound is coming from. I look down to see a terrified, screaming, sleeping Darsi. I grab her shoulders and start shaking her, yelling her name. She screams something that sounds like, “Let me go! Please!”

“Darsi! Wake up!” I scream one last time and she thrusts her body forward, sitting up forming the loudest scream she had made that night. She looks around, frantically, not knowing where she is. She looks over at me and leans her head onto my shoulder as she starts to cry. “Darsi. What happened, baby?” She looks up, her light blue eyes changing to a darker sapphire, with ache and fear edged deep inside them from years and years of hurt, that I have finally seen; that she had finally let show through.

“It wasn’t just a dream,” she admitted to me. “It actually happened to me… last year…” She starts to cry harder into my shoulder. I pet her hair, trying to calm her down.

“Please. Talk to me…”

“Okay… But you can’t tell anyone.” I nod, promising her that I would never tell anyone. “So, in eighth grade, I was in a relationship with a sophomore named Trevor. He was a nice guy, but he kind of scared me. He would abuse me if he didn’t get his way. One day we were together and alone, and he was going a lot farther than I expected. I told him no, but he slapped me and ignore what I told him. Luckily, my parents called for dinner a few seconds after he hit me. The next time we saw each other, he… he…” Before she could finish he sentence, she started crying harder than she had been. I knew exactly what she meant.

“He did that to you!? If I ever see that poor excuse of a person in my life again, I will kill him! But don’t worry, baby. I won’t ever let that happen to you. Never.” I slowly rock her back and forth, humming a song that we were learning in choir but I forget the name of it. “I’m here. You’re safe now,” I cooed in her ear as she falls into a deep sleep.

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