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𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬

Y/n opened her eyes, her body still completely sore from the day before, it was bright and sunny as she placed her hand above her eyes, shielding the sun from her vision. She slowly got up and saw that she was in sand, near a beach. She walked slowly to see a bunch of men, women and children playing and running around at the beach. She walked slowly as people stared at her with weird expressions but she smiled a little, chuckling at the sight of the world, seeing and realizing that she was free, she tried to run around knowing the bruises and scars, wounds on her body that would prohibit her, she tried, groaning at the outcome, she sat on a chair. She smiled at the sight of new people but every time she saw a man, she frowned, easily reminded of the abuse and assault that she experienced before.

Meanwhile, A boy was going viral on Musically, receiving so many fans and so much love (and hate smh). He was busy creating videos and short video clips of his daily life and him dancing and singing. He was around family that cared for him deeply while Y/n on the other hand had nobody. She were to grow up with fears, traumas and triggers far too worse for the average person. And plenty of years after her escape, she'd still experience these triggers.

Years later~

Y/n was now 17 years old, still getting used to the outside world. She doesn't know how to read, nor write but the way she speaks is as if she were gifted. She has never had a phone or anything of the sort. She can't get a job because she doesn't have a home. She's been living on the streets for a while, until one day..

"Its so hot..." Y/n says sitting under a tree at a park with a book in her hand. She found the book by a river and she was curious on what to do with it and that's when she realized that she should start getting more into teaching herself how to read. Y/n gently glided her fingers across the pages as she tried to read them word for word.

"I w-wasn- wasnt? the b-best of my- ugh this is so hard..."  Y/n yelled stressed from trying to read and exhausted from the heat. A boy walked up to her and sat next to her as she tried to continue. "A-ability to words? Were.." She felt someone grab her hand and help her with the pronunciation.

"It says 'I wasn't the best...of my ability towards where I can be stronger-than the others." I smiled and understood them and said it myself in my head. I nodded and looked up and smiled only to gasp and scoot away, dropping the book and losing the page that I was on. He looked at me confused and slowly tried to draw closer to me.

"W-what? Is there something on my face??" He then proceeded in touching his face trying to look for something. I looked down remembering the awful life I lived before my escape. It all slapped back into my head, causing me to cry in front of this...boy? He looks young but then again so am I.

He was taken aback from my sudden emotion and put his hand on his neck, obvious of not knowing how to comfort me. Seeing as I was a random girl he was trying to help at first, he was clueless of what to do. I would be too...then again, he looks like he wouldn't hurt me. At least I think he won't. I told myself this 12 years ago and look what happened.

"Hey, you okay? I don't bite...I promise." He chuckled and scooted closer to me, this time I stayed where I was. I refrained from releasing how bad my childhood was for me and stayed silent. "I'm sorry I scared you but may I ask why?..." he said curious. I tried to stop myself from crying and spoke. "I don't think we know each other a lot to talk about why I'm so scared...I'm sorry if I'm coming off as rude- I just...I'm sorry.." I put my head down and he stood up.

I assumed that he would walk away and I'd feel guilty for the rest of my life but he held out his hand and I looked up at him. After a lot of thinking and pros and cons to me taking his hand, I thought positive and grabbed it. He helped me up and we walked around the city for a while. He took me to stores and bought me clothes and shoes. He even gave me skin care products and other things. I smiled to myself seeing that he wasn't the bad man that I pictured every single male as.

He was making me laugh and smile every 3 seconds but I still felt something blocking me from telling him the truth about me. He saw that I was a homeless teenager with a book so he probably helped me because of that.

"Uhm I don't know much about this section..." he chuckled nervously as we entered the section for the bra size and underwear. I laughed "me too..but we'll find out one way." I smiled and the lady at the counter looked at me weirdly seeing that I was in ripped up clothes and stuffed but she put on a fake smile and proceeded in helping me.

"So let's do this for you." She told me to lift up my arms and I hesitantly did. I closed my eyes as I felt a thin texture get wrapped around my breast area. I flinched and she let go. "Uhm...so your size is 38 double D ma'am." I looked at her confused. "What does that mean exactly?" I said looking obviously confused.

"It means that when you buy bras in the future, you look for 38DD for bras because that's the size that will fit you properly. And I'll help you with your underwear size in the changing room. I slowly nodded and she led me to the changing room. She measure my hips and went to go get so underwear. She let me try the first pair on, giving it to me for free. It was comfortable on me, I like how it covered me.

She handed me a bunch of other pairs the same size and I said the same for them as well. She then put them in a bag for me and walked around helping me to find bras in my size, I looked at the boy that was helping me. He was in the corner of the store looking at me, he smiled as I looked back so I did the same.

The lady found me many matching bras to go with the panties and she put them in the bag as well. I went towards the boys and he went to the counter and did an exchange(?) to get the clothes. At this point I was holding a bunch of clothes. I put them in the back of his car and got into the front. I turned to him as he was putting on his seatbelt so I mimicked him, doing the same.

He turned to me and chuckled, turning on the car. "I'm glad that I can help you...uhm we kind of just left the park without any introductions so I'll start, Hi I'm Sebastian, I'm 18 and I live with my brother and friends." He smiled at me.

"H-Hi I'm Y/n, I'm 17 and I don't really have a...home? I've been on the streets since I was 13..." he frowned and nodded. "I'm sorry for that...it's nice to meet you though." I smiled and nodded. "Nice to meet you too." I look out the window and see a man in a suit. He looks familiar. He then turned to me and his eyes widened and then it clicked. He was one of the first men to use me...

How did he find me?