Chapter 11 | Powerful

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⚠️WARNING: Contains topics of intense sexual assault ⚠️

16 years old My throat felt like it was closing in as I let the water drip down my back, making my hair stick to my body

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16 years old
My throat felt like it was closing in as I let the water drip down my back, making my hair stick to my body. The water turned red at the bottom of my feet as it made its way down the drain. I tried to take deep breaths and control the shaking in my hands and legs, but nothing helped. I slowly slid down the wall of the shower and hugged my legs close to my chest. I just wanted to scream. It felt like that was the only option to let out all that I was feeling.

Empty, alone, scared, used, broken.

I could still feel his hand over my mouth as I tried to scream and fight him off me. His hands were everywhere. I wish I could burn the layer of skin that he touched.

"I won't hurt you." 

"Don't make it difficult, just let me have my way with you." 

His words still lingered in the air and I was slowly becoming convinced that they would never go away.

I shot up on my feet, grabbing the sponge and soap, and started washing my body. I scrubbed my thighs roughly, trying to get his hand marks off, but no matter how hard I scrubbed they were still there.

I spent an hour in the shower trying to drain the last three hours of my life, but as I laid down I still felt the same. I still felt him. I didn't know how much longer I could take this.

Maybe he would let me go when I turned eighteen.

Or sell me.

But I didn't want to be sold and I didn't want to be here anymore. I wanted to leave.

Alex hadn't come today and I wondered why.

I wished he had come because then maybe the last six hours of my life wouldn't have happened.

I didn't know why I was reacting like this. Every day was a living hell, every day was the same. I always felt the same every night I laid my head down.

But this time was different. What they did to me was different.

I felt drained of life.

I felt even more broken.

I felt destroyed.

Every piece of me felt like it belonged to someone else.

I glanced up at the clock which read 1:30 a.m. I wasn't going to be able to close my eyes tonight no matter how much my body craved it.

The door opened to the room and I closed my eyes shut. I already had enough for one night and I was afraid I couldn't take anymore.

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