TW: RAPE/SEXUAL ASSAULT skip to 7 if tw applies to you <3

February 14th, 2020~

    We get back to his house after dinner. I smile at him as we sit on his couch, only inches apart from each other. "Are you gonna kiss me or not, Booker?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow slightly. He leans in and our lips meet, the kiss beginning passionately but quickly intensifying. He begins to unbutton his shirt, and I try to back away. I don't want this. His hand holds my face in place as he unzips my dress, pulling it down. He picks me up from the couch and takes me to his bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and I feel frozen, like I can't move. My breathing quickens when I see him with rope and handcuffs in his hand as he returns to the bed, tying each of my legs to the bed frame and my hands together. I struggle to move then, only now it's not a mental block. That was the last thing I can recall from that night.

I wake up the next morning in my car, still parked in Sam's driveway. I go to start the car, and notice the bruises going up and down my arm like polka dots on a child's drawing. I examine my other arm and then my legs, all of them matching. I gently push on one of the purple and green spots and feel the pain radiate through the rest of my body. I flip my sunshade down and slide the plastic cover over the mirror to the side. I see my red puffed out mouth and only then do I realize the scratch in my throat. I stare at my own eyes in the mirror, the two parts of my body I've always found to be the most beautiful betraying me as they let tears fall down my cheeks. I quickly pull out of the driveway. I couldn't go to work like this. I was already two hours late for my shift, and it was just supposed to be Chase and I today. I realized then that I couldn't go home either. In a few minutes, I pull into the local Walmart. I walk in and out in the same five minutes, only needing a sweatshirt and some pants. When I get to work, I sit in the parking lot for a few minutes before finally pulling myself together enough to walk inside and face work. As soon as I walk in through the side door, Chase spots me. I hear him calling after me, but I duck into the women's bathroom to change. I unlock my locker and pull out my work t-shirt and slip on the extra jeans I keep in there. I look at my reflection in the mirror, and I'm instantly reminded of how bad the bruises really were. Spread across my whole body, everywhere except for my face and neck, I couldn't bare to look at myself for any longer. I pull the shirt over my head, and the hoodie directly after. I gently brush through my hair with my fingers and take a deep breath before walking out of the bathroom.

I walk to the counter where Chase sits on his phone. I sit down next to him and space out. "Where have you been?" He asks, frustrated. I swallow and feel my eyes gloss over. "Sam's." I answer shortly. He nods. "I have to show you something." I admit to him, closing my eyes. "What is it Liz?" He asks, now curious. I pull up my hoodie sleeve and he lets out a gasp, quickly covering his mouth. "Did Sam do this?" He asks, trying to stay calm. I nod, looking away from his face. "You have to tell someone Liz." He says seriously. I shake my head. "I can't do that to him. He has so much ahead of him." I sigh. He shakes his head angrily. "Liz." He says, rubbing his forehead. He takes my hand a few minutes later. "If this is what you want, I respect your decision. I love you, but no matter how much I respect your opinion, I don't agree with it. He will never lay another finger on you, Elizabeth." He looks me in the eye, more serious than I've ever seen him. I nod, and he pulls me into a hug.

Hi loves! This chapter was hard to write, but I feel like it really contributes to the story. Liz's past will be mostly revealed in an upcoming chapter, and that one's going to suck to read. ily, please reach out to me or someone you trust if you're ever in a similar situation.

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