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For him, the whole world was on fire except her.
And he didn't let a single flame touch her.
For her, she herself was on fire.
And she protected the whole world from her flames.
Especially him.
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Living with the demons of her past who...
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Two pairs of worrying eyes bore into me. Lily arrived home after an hour or so and Jason didn't move an inch. All that time he kept his eyes on me as I was this butterfly who'd instantly fly away. Lily was sitting right in front of me and her mouth moves saying something but all I heard was faint noises. She tried to medicate my wounded hand but I wouldn't dare let any of them touch me. I remember the time that I locked myself for weeks after the night my body was used without my consent. I hid in my room, sitting on the floor in the same position I am in right now - hugging my knees tight against my chest. I couldn't even collect myself to get back on my feet and place myself on a bed so I went days sleeping on the floor. I feel the same vulnerability I felt then, even though I wasn't sexually abused.
I have taken beatings in my life, many from my father. He beat me until I was bruised and bleeding but then I was able to collect myself to get back on my feet, maybe it's because that he had his fair reasons. But, last night I was weak to my knees, my heart was shattered - only if there was a possibility to shatter an already broken heart. I suppose it wasn't the physical pain but who's hands and feet that is ruining me - my own mother. The woman I once used to call my best friend, the person I used to look up to. I remember the days when she came to my room and rubbed my hands and legs after taking my father's beatings. And now, those same hands that used to be my safe haven have pushed me to pain, hurt, fear and a never-ending thread of misery.
I look up from my knees when I felt chills run down my body. The only person who can do that to me. Damien.
"Why didn't you come home?" Lily asked and stood up. "I was at a friend's place". I assume, that he didn't know I was here as he was behind the couch.
"Lia?". Oh, God. He walked up to me and I didn't dare to look at him. I'm already hurt and the jealousy and anger he's giving me are not helping.
"What happened Rhe?" he asked as he bent down to sit on the coffee table in front of me, taking Lily's place. He looked at his mother and Jason when I didn't answer.
"You think we know? It has been hours since she's here and she didn't say a word until-"
"Until what? Jason". Until I found out that you spent the night with another girl after placing hickeys on my neck and fingering me.
"That doesn't matter but try and get her to say a word or take the glass pieces out of her arm."
"She doesn't let anyone touch her. Not even me" Lily said backing up Jason.
"Look at me, Lia". My stomach twists and turns. I fight the urge to look into his eyes or better yet look at him.
"I'm not going to hurt you. You know that Rhea". Jokes on him he already has. Just, like the cherry on top of a cake. It was getting warm and his strong gaze on me wasn't helping. I wanted to breathe. I need air, I have realized that I might need an extra can of oxygen when Damien is around me.
