Like A Drug ✔️

Chapter 2

Author's Note
Just wanted to say that this chapter includes spoiler for Avengers: Endgame. Also thankful for all reads and I know this chapter will be shitty (according to me) even if I edited it the best I could. I still hope you enjoys it and continue reading and please comment through:)

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TW: Body shame, mention of convincing/force to sexual activity (rape).

Maddison Brooks

Cold water hit my face, goosebumps spreading on my skin while I tried to take deep breaths; that was almost impossible with the feeling of my lungs squeezing because of the coldness of the water.

I let myself cool down before I shut off the water. Pulling the shower  cabin to the side before grabbing a towel on the counter just outside the bathtub. Drying my cold damp skin from water before I wrapped it around me and took one big step out of the normal sized bathtub. Looking at myself in the clear mirror while I applied deodorant in my armpits.

Rosy cheeks from the coldwater, my brown hair with a few shitty highlights from when I decided I wanted to have them a few years ago. Pressing the towel so it was like a second skin on my body. Perky small tits that should've been bigger for my boyfriend's liking. Slim waist from all the hours I've spent with corset, rope and belt around my waist to shape it like it should be. Wide hips that Trevor tried to cover up when he was with me, either by one size to small pants that made them look smaller or forcing me to have wide pants so it was impossible to see them.

Walking into my room with anxiety of never having the body other people require. My room was small but just enough for me since I only spend time here sleeping or school work by my desk. Sometimes even a few small stretches before I go to bed when I don't have the energy to walk down to the garage that I had turned into a dance studio for home practice.

Looking through my window with the towel tight around my body so I wouldn't drop it so in case someone was in the yard they could see my nightmare of body.

The little roof sticking out of the building to an outplace with only pants and a chair or two. The roof was the perfect height so with a little skill and practice it was easy to climb up on if you knew where to step between the planks where ivy climbed along the wall.
Trevor had used to climb there when he wanted a visit without my family knowing until he suddenly stopped doing that. The only logical reason was that he got tired of climbing.

Taking a step away from my bed and the window and walking through the door next to the bathroom door to get into the closet that was filled up with clothes that mostly mom had bought for me that I never have used more than once.

Reaching for a shirt from one of the many drawers that only was filled with random clothes. Taking a black T-shirt that I had taken from Trevor a while ago, when I was at his place a few months ago. Before walking a few steps forward and opened another drawer with bikinis and bathing suits.

Letting the towel fall to the floor before I stripped on the bikini that didn't cover my insecurities that Trevor pointed out whenever he could, even if he was the one buying me the clothes for me when we were out in public just so I could be whoever he wanted me to be.

Some days it was barely anything more than what felt like straps on my body and other days he was hiding my body with baggy clothes because he couldn't find any better way to cover up the nightmare of body he convinced me that I have.