𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐎'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐍

chapter sixteen- satan in disguise.

Trigger warning ⚠️
Some may find that this chapter contains upsetting or disturbing language & events that take place.

You know when you feel nothing inside, just utter numbness.
When you keep reliving the same memory, over and over.
Wishing it was just a bad dream.
A nightmare.
Did it really happen?
Or was it just another terror.
But when you come back to your senses, the truth hits you. Like a ton of bricks.
It really did happen.

The mystery person.
The person who sat in the back, watching me.
Silently hunting its prey from afar.

I was stupid to think it was him.
That it was Lorenzo.

That he would come after rehearsal like he said he would.

But I can't blame Enzo.

If anything I blame myself, thinking I could get away from him.

I was foolish to think he would leave me alone
Like he didn't do enough damage.

Like he didn't ruin me enough.

He wanted to see me break, shatter.

No one wants to live life with regrets...
But when they do, it eats them alive.

How I sauntered towards him, fooled it was someone else.

As the mystery man came out of the shadows, as he revealed himself, the slutty smirk that was painted on my lips. Left in an instant.

Instead forming into shock, fear.

The man who was supposed to be there for me.
In times of need, when I just needed to feel loved.
He was supposed to be the glue to our family.
Instead, he ruined us.
Broke us, until no repair.
No glue could hold us together.

The same man who beat me until there was no life left in me.

That same feeling of fear once again.

Like you know what's going to happen next, so much so you can't fight it anymore.
I became sick of fighting him back.
So I let him win.

I wanted the father every other little girl had. I wanted it more than anything.

Instead, I got a father who would forget he was one.

The real devil.
And boy did he work in mysterious ways.

The one who would rage, and take his anger out on me. Those sleepless nights, covered in my own blood that mingled with my tears.

To him being the one inflicting the same pain he said he would protect me from.

Lies.
That's all it ever was.

When all I ever wanted was a loving family. A loving father. Mother.
Who fought for me every day even if they had nothing.

But I got the opposite.

I guess some people are not as lucky as others.

He held a familiar lopsided grin as I backed away.

Seeing me scared, terrified.
Pleasured him.

He got a thrill from it. A rush from the fact he had so much authority and power over me.
That just the thought of him made my whole body shake.

I didn't notice how he locked the doors as he came closer, his uncomfortably warm breath fanning my neck. "So this is why you got away hm? To become a stripper? Or have you been one this whole time?" He groggily let out, obviously wasted.

I let out a muffled whimper when my hand tried to swat his away but it was too late.
My face swung to the side, as he continued.

"If you can strip for other men, dance like you just did moments ago for me." He chuckled as I tried running towards the door before grasping my wrist in a bruising grip, pulling me right back into him.

Just when I didn't think about him anymore.
When I didn't have sickening nightmares about him anymore.

My heart was finally mending.
But he always seemed to remind me that he would forever haunt me.

He'd never let me heal.

He brought his lips to my neck, "W-what are you doing da- Scott, GET OFF ME!" I yelled, terrified and disgusted as his hand trailed over my body.

"Stop fucking moving you whore. You're going to shut the fuck up and take whatever I give you." He furiously spits, but it didn't stop me from trying to leave his tight hold on me.

Tears coated my eyes as he evilly chuckled, "Damn, I'm going to have fun with you..."

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