𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 |𝟏𝟖+ (#𝟏)

𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝚃𝚈-𝚂𝙸𝚇 |

36
AMBER JACKSON
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Eight years free.

Or that's what I thought.

It was eight years since I'd ever had any interactions with Tyler Whitcomb of any sort. I tended to put things that left a bad taste in my mouth in the farthest and darkest places of my mind. He and his brother were particularly high on my list and depending on the type of depressive episode I have they surpass the death of my mother by millions.

Therapy has helped me to grow a bit of acceptance for all the terrible things that happened to me throughout my life. I worked through the death of my mother and the abandonment issues I faced because of it - I grieved her. I've suffered her so much that memories are fading and I barely remember seeing her at her place of final rest.

Fuck, I'm a terrible daughter.

It's how I realized just how different it is to grieve the loss of something stolen from you in the blink of an eye than grieving something constantly being taken from you by force.

I had no more to give.

My mother, a woman I knew would do anything to protect me - a woman that was brutally taken away from me too soon was somewhat understandable. She was sick. She was tired. She couldn't fight anymore.

Tyler and Elijah though took from me constantly.

I thought I took my power back but here I lay, my neck bruised, my eye stamped shut from a swelling bruise, blood trailing over my one useful eye from my forehead being slammed into the wall for "talking too much", nails broken with dried blood on my fingertips, sharp pain with every breath I took and blood running down my thigh. Bruises are pressed into every part of my skin.

Blood was running down my thighs.

I thought I took it back.

"Kill me. Please." It's barely above a whisper and he pays no attention. I was tired of screaming to deaf ears and hoping that Alessandro would find me somehow. I've given up.

I don't know how many days have gone by but I went by the food I was given, it would be eight days. One meal a day - enough to keep me alive.

I was powerless beneath him. His grunts of pleasure in my ear and the ringing of the chains on my wrists and ankles do nothing but make me curl into myself by focusing on everything but what was happening to me at this moment. My mind tried to wander to beautiful moments in my life: getting into college and knowing Jade would be right by my side, graduating the first time, seeing Jade find the love of her life, and my first Thanksgiving with a family I could call my own, finding out Jade was pregnant, and finally meeting Alessandro.

The memories only stuck for a moment before his grunting and rutting into me, finally emptying himself had broken me out of my spell.

I knew what was happening, I could feel it with every press of his hip against mine but with everything in me, it was like I stood in the corner of the room, stuck - the will to fight gone my eyes closed to the sight in front of me. As some trauma response, my mind focused on my past instead of the present. The images that flash in my mind make the scene of a horror movie I wished hadn't been created. I saw the replay of the moment I got drugged, the moment I was laid on their bed, the moment I was stripped and their body forced on mine - I saw the moment I realized precisely what was happening to me.

While the brutality of both Tyler and Elijah from eight years ago scarred me - this was breaking me into tiny pieces and taking much of my will to survive.