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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄
"𝐖𝐇𝐎, 𝐌𝐈𝐀?"
TW: Rape, blood, abuse. Please disregard this chapter if the following topics disturb you, xx
I LOOK AWAY FROM Rafe's enchanting walk and face my parents. They're not satisfied.
"Inside. Now. Wait in the library," My father growls.
I whimper and walk inside, passing all the paintings of our family and Denmark Taney. I finally arrive in the library and sit on the couch, bouncing my leg over and over. I bite at my cuticles till their bleeding. I peel the skin off my lips. I pick the stray pieces of hair out of my head.
One strand at a time. Over and Over. The clock ticks and tocks, sounds ringing in my ears. I'm slowly growing insane at the wait of my Father's appearance. I can barely contain myself. I stand up to approach the fireplace, about to burn my hand.
The oak door opens. Father is here. I panic and stand still.
"We told you to be quiet tonight. And you didn't listen," Father grabs my forearm while punching my face at the same time. I let out a small groan in response.
I feel blood drip out of the corner of my mouth. His hands bruise my body, hurting it more. I feel nothing but pain. God, I wish I could die. Why won't he kill me already?
Eventually, the blood stops running and my body stops feeling inflamed. I'm still alive. Coward. Footsteps grow quiet till no one is here anymore. I must be the only one stirring.
I pick myself up, tending to the wounds. I have a bruise forming on my jaw along with my thigh and forearm. Nothing but clothing and makeup will do the job. I can hide it easily.
I can hardly move, so I stay in the library. I lay on the ugly green couch, looking up at the popcorn ceiling.
The blazing fire illuminates my presence in the room. I try to fall asleep multiple times, but my thoughts defeat the idea of sleeping.
My hands run through my hair. I'll have to finish packing tomorrow. What will I even do at the Cameron Estate? Learn to be a fucking prude? And, what will I say around Rafe? Will we get all buddy-buddy and like each other? The thought of us hugging makes me shudder.
