Canary /Discontinued/

Chapter 10

Warning:
This chapter contains sexual coercion which is a form of sexual assault, if you're unsettled by such content than please skip this chapter.

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Narrators POV:

𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍

The (h/c) stared at the screen as it gradually darkened.

(E/c) orbs clouded as she spaced out.
The phone call brought up some unwanted thoughts and those in turn memories.

As one gradually started to surface so did she spiral down.

Austin...

The first thing that popped up in her mind was his name.
The second being the feeling of shame.

*Flashback*
2018

A (h/c) girl walked down the street smiling up at the ravenette man by her side.

The couple went on a walk by the train tracks as usual.
The more time that passed the deeper they got into the surrounding forest.

She felt happy, calm and safe.

Her guard and mask were off allowing the boy by her side to see the vulnerable girl that has been hiding behind them.

He turned to her wrapping her form in a warm embrace.

A smile graced (Y/N)s lips as she returned it.
He bent down and stole a kiss from his shorter girlfriend.

After breaking the kiss he gazed down at her blushing form with gentle, loving brown eyes and a small smile.

She felt like nothing in the world could hurt her as long as she stays by his side.

The joy of her feelings being reciprocated after such a long time radiated off of her brightening up her whole world.

She always felt this way next to him and if she had to be honest to herself, it was an addicting bouquet of emotions.

“Can I hold your breasts?”

The question took her off guard.
She shook her head no.

“But why?”
“Because I don't want you to”

“Please princess”
He gave her the puppy dog eyes.

She denied him access yet again.

He started pleading and she kept on saying no.

“If you love me, you'll let me”

“Please, just a little bit...”

“This isn't going to work if you never let me anything”

Threats of breaking up mixed with whispered sweet nothings and begging tugged at her heartstrings.

She wasn't comfortable with this, she didn't want this, but she gave in in the end.

His hand started to grope her, shame and embarrassment filled the guilt-tripped girl.

“Does it feel good?”

She shook her head no.

“Why?”

“Because it's embarrassing...”

“But it feels good?”
No reply met his ears.

*Time skip *
2019

It was already the 6th “second chance” she gave him.

She was already aware of all the wrong things with this so-called relationship but trauma bonding dragged her back in every single time.

She remembered all the abusive words, guilt-tripping, cheating and love bombing and yet, her heart still ended up beating so fast whenever he texted her, her legs still trembled and the wave of serenity by his side still filled her up.

She knew that it's wrong but couldn't change how she felt from one minute to another.

His touchy nature only got worse.
First it was the boobs, next the ass, and now he wanted even more.

Each and every time she said no, and he kept on begging her until she submitted herself to his will.

*Time skip*
2020 November

She met up with that toxic boy again she was unfortunate enough to call her ex and friend.

Tears spilled from her (e/c) eyes as her trembling form hurried down the street.

A shaky hand went up to her shoulder as she started to aggressively rub it.

She felt dirty, guilty, afraid and ashamed.

The feeling of his lips kissing her neck, shoulders and chest lingered on her skin.
The coldness his wandering hands left and the hot blush left behind on her cheeks clashed against each other.

The fear inside wrapped around her brain.
She didn't give him consent to take a picture of her bare upper body.

He proceeded on embarrassing her further and further 'till she covered her face with her free hand and that's when he took it.

Already at the beginning of this meeting she knew that she shouldn't let him anything.
It was only supposed to be two bros chilling in a garage drinking some cider.

Obviously he had to steer the conversation towards love...

She admitted how she loved his hugs, she never expected all of this to start from a mere hug.

If she knew, she would have never admitted it to him, she would have stuck with her touch starvation instead.

As, the (h/c) reached her empty home she locked herself in her room.

Soon she found herself curled up on her bed trembling uncontrollably.

The music screamed at her from her earphones, the cold droplets of her tears landed on her clenched fists, her shallow breathing was broken up by loud hiccups tearing themselves out from the depths of her.

Quite soon she started screaming alongside the song.
Every single matching sentence in the lyrics felt like knives stabbing into her.

Later the girl dragged herself over to the bathroom to take a shower.

Her bare reflection made the waterworks start again.

As the sponge brushed over her left shoulder and the side of her neck she started to scrub at it furiously.

She just wanted to get rid of feeling this tainted.

She rubbed the sponge harder and harder against those areas.
Her loud sobs and hiccups filled the empty bathroom.

Pain started to sear from her by now bright red parts, but she didn't stop.

The waves of her anger and shame crushed down on her too hard for that.

And yet, the most painful of all of this was the fact that she ignored the red flags and that all this counted as just another thing to jack off to in the boys mind.

That day for the first time in weeks insomnia tortured her.
Even the comforting arms of sleep didn't want to take her in...