Don't Give Up On Me - Unedited

Chapter 13

I wake up in complete and utter agony. I groggily open my eyes to see Paul standing fixing his bowtie.

"Your awake at last. Hurry up and get dressed, wash the blood of your face and fix your hair."

"Wh-what happened? Oh no, oh God please no, please tell me you didn't do it." I whimper.

I don't need him to confirm it. The pain from below is all the confirmation I need to know that Paul raped me. How could he do this me. To anyone.

"Oh but I did, just a shame you couldn't stay awake to enjoy it Charley. That's a nice tight cunt you have and that body of yours, yum yum, now I know what my brother means. You know he told me all about your little sex-capades. Now get the fuck up and look presentable. Your going to leave this bathroom, take the back stairs, pack your bags and take the first flight out of here. You don't look at anyone or speak to anyone. Not even Aiden. You will have no contact with him ever again do you hear me? Or so help me I will come back to fuck you all over again and this time you will be awake and then I'll kill you. I can promise you that." He spat out at me.

I can't speak, I just nod my head which makes me wince with the thrashing it got beforehand.

"Good girl. I'm going to walk out now, lock the door then leave, you have 5 minutes and I'll be watching."

With that, he turns and walks out. I quickly crawl over to the door on my hands and knees and lock it. I can't even cry from the state of shock I'm in.

I scramble to my feet and look in the mirror. Hard blood is caked round my mouth from the back hand, my eye is already forming a bruise, my hair is a mess with blood stuck to it also. My hips have bruises that clearly show each finger and thumb on both sides. My thighs have bruises on the insides, there's a bite mark on my left breast, bruises down both of my arms but the pain below is the most excruciating pain I have ever felt and there's blood that could only mean he raped me hard and didn't give a fuck of how much damage is done.

How the fuck am I going to recover from this? Once was bad enough but a second time I don't think I can cope from.

I lift some paper towels and run them under the cold water. I wipe away the blood on my face, fix my hair and put my underwear and dress back on.

I unlock the door and peek my head out to make sure the coast is clear. I step put and make my way to the hotel room. I gather my belongings and throw them straight into my suitcase. Grab my passport and coat and dash straight out of the hotel. The doorman calls a cab and I go to make my way back home, from this nightmare, from the Hunters that have destroyed my life. Just when I thought my life was finally on track they have to come and ruin it for me.

Well no more.

This is the last straw.

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I get straight of the plane, take my suitcase and head back to my apartment. Where to begin?

Resign, that's what I'll do. I'll send in a letter of resignation, then I can put my apartment on the market, I have plenty of my inheritance left to keep well above float.

Right shower first. I strip of my clothing and place it in a plastic bag, tie it up and put it at the top of my closet. I'm not going to make the same mistake twice, the state of shock hasn't wore off yet which means my breakdown will come soon.

I walk into the shower and put the water on hot and start to scrub my skin. When I start looking over the bruises one more time that's when it hits me and that's when I break down and lose it.