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twenty five

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yes it is again a late update 😜🏃🏻‍♂️

sorry for it being late i had A SHIT TON of things on the past two days lol

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guess who just realised they don't have internet so they're using all their data 😽

TW// rape ⚠️

as soon as i arrived home i went to my bed at flopped onto it. not to go on my phone, but to just stare into the wall. not a particular spot, just staring into space. the only thing that drove past my mind was the day that i found out my princess got raped and assaulted by someone she thought she could trust. every second of her reciting her story made my heart chip away. i knew that no matter how many times i complemented her, or gave her a shoulder to cry on in the middle of history class, it would never be enough. nothing would be enough to mend her pain. at least nothing i could do. if i didn't want justin dead then, i definitely wanted him banished now. how could he do this? why courtney? why her? why destroy her spirit? then mock her afterwards? i was practically on my knees thanking the heavens for giving her the courage to knock him out.

i was pretty sure i was the only person who knew about this. every one was already pre occupied with heather's pregnancy (as they should because that is news) and it was unfair to drop another bomb on her, knowing of how much she cared for princess. courtney would never have her life back again. not after this. not after the way she was treated. i don't know. it was safe to say that i was surprised with how maturely i was handing the situation. i had to be strong. strong for princess. i didn't know how much she was hurting, but i knew that whatever did, hurt alike a bitch. i decided to check up on her through text.

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me
hey princess, just checking up on you. are you okay?
read 4:18 pm

princess ❤️
no.

me
do you want to talk about it?
read 4:23 pm

princess ❤️
no. no one would understand.

me
im sure i'd be able too
read 4:30

princess ❤️
first of all; i'm**, second of all; i told my parents when they returned back from their trip, and i've never felt more alone in my life.

me
i'm so sorry. i really am. i wish i could help.
read 4:33 pm

princess ❤️
i know you are. being there is enough.

me
hey, i have an idea. maybe come over to my place to spend the night. just so you could get away from your parents. only do it if you're comfortable though.
read 4:36 pm

princess ❤️
maybe..... okay fine. only because i'm not in the mood for getting stalked tonight.

me
i'll fucking kill him.
read 4:39 pm

princess ❤️
you and me both. i'll come over soon. i just need to apply my makeup.

me
babe, it's me. you're beautiful the way you are. you don't need makeup.
read 5:02 pm

princess ❤️
trust me i do.

me
okay. see you soon. love you loser. ❤️
read 5:06 pm

princess ❤️
love you too jackass. ❤️

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i waited eagerly for courtney to show up. when she did, she was shaking. this was worse than i thought. she gave me a sad smile occupied with a hug. i sympathetically hugged her back. it lasted a minute too long, but we both didn't mind. she seemed like she needed it.

later that night we both went to our usual respected sides of the bed. me on the left, her on the right side. i noticed courtney shuffling uncomfortably. "you know i can just go on the couch if you want" i said with an awkward chuckle. courtney often lets pride get the best of her. even though she was uncomfortable, she insisted that i stayed on the comfort of a bed. "no, no don't do that, this is fine" she forced herself a smile. we kept a distance. i did not want to scare her with my phenomenal fesique. the distance between us felt like a thousand kilometres. and through that distance, i felt a faint cry. oh my god i wanted to hold her. tell her everything would be okay. but i couldn't. this was a cruel world. we will never be okay. it hurt my soul to hear her cry. hearing her cry over something that should not ever happen to anyone. that should be a punishment. a punishment for cruel cruel people. i'm talking people as low as ted fucking bundy.

when her crying turned into a faint whisper, i felt the bed roughen up. i awoke to this, making sure that justin wasn't somehow stalking her. instead i woke up to princess walking to the bathroom outside my door. "it's okay, i'm only taking off my makeup, go back to sleep" she whispered desperately. i didn't want to go back to sleep, but she insisted. although i was in the middle of counting my troubles away into a deep sleep, i accidentally caught a glimpse of courtney returning back to bed. the moonlight shimmered in all the right places on her soft caramel skin. her beauty was enough to put me into a coma for seventeen light years. my pupils were glued to her face. i stared at her solemnly, until trailing my eyes onto lavender bruises. she eventually catched onto my gaze and cupped her cheek. "uh-" she mumbled quietly. i sat up to get a better observation. "was this why you were so reluctant on telling your parents?" i asked. she got choked up. "yeah" she replied looking at her feet. "courtney, i'm so so s-sorry". even i became chocked up. this was weird. duncans usually never have feelings. i guess one particular girl can change all directions.

then, courtney did the most un-CIT thing. she removed her clothing, leaving her in her bra and underwear. she looked like a painted canvas. like someone had explored picasso's cupboard and threw everything in there on her. i just couldn't believe my eyes. "who did this to you?" i asked desperately. "who do you think?" she asked in return. "justin?" she shook her head vigiourously
and starred up as tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. "no, only half" she said. "my parents". this one hurt so much. how could anyone ever do this to her? "hey at least i'm not dying on my death bed" she attempted to lighten the mood. i shook my head. suddenly word vomit sprouted out of my throat. "courtney! why do you do this to yourself?" she looked up at me. "do what?" "make your problems less valid because someone else is suffering worse! you're important! you matter! so why do you always care what people think? you have to love yourself a little! tell people "fuck it!" instead of silencing yourself." she stood there. i thought i might of said the wrong thing. instead she nodded. and whispered. "you're right. thank you." i wasn't used to her giving in. "courtney-" "no, you are". i forced her to look at me. "listen to me. you are such a strong person. you're courtney suchella for fuck sake. you will get through this. she cried silently and pulled me into a tight hug. the tightest she had ever hugged anyone. "yeah, i will get through this. i am a strong fucking woman." she said concluding the embrace. "that, you are" i said. we both went into a deep slumber. she felt lighter. like a weight had been lifted off of her. i was thankful i was there to witness it.

-good god this is 1328 words- 👩‍🍳