A story where an 18 year old innocent girl that works at a small library in the middle of town bumps into a 25 year old man. But he wasn't just any man, this man was Zuko Grey , the most powerful man in the world. When Zuko the supposed 'heartless k...
⚠️Thischapter contains mentions r*pe, abuseandmentionsofalcoholabuse -veryslight mentions of the last two- soifanyofthesesubjectstriggeryoupleasedon'treadthischapter. Staysafemyloves <3⚠️
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It been about 2 weeks since 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 happened, and i felt sore for a few days after but im okay now, and im off to work. In my mind if i block the bad things out, i can forget about them. Or at least thats what 𝙞 think, people tend to disagree and tell others to let out their anger or sadness out by talking to someone they trust. But what if they have no one that they trust?
Anyways, my step-father is gone he has been for about 4 days but i couldnt care less even if i wanted to. That sounded mean, I'm sorry. he has been gone for a while and things have not been good since that night.
Yes, I've blocked the nasty things that go on in my life out during the day, but the night is when the bad pieces of your mind scratch and claw away at you, until you simply break. And everybody breaks, it doesn't matter how strong you are on the outside. I like to say 'the stronger people are on the outside, are the ones who hurt the most on the inside.'
I have not completely broken 𝙮𝙚𝙩 . At least i don't think i have. As i continue to walk through the streets of my little town i come to a sudden stop when i hit a brick wall, i nearly fall but a strong, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 srong arm wraps around my waist. Wait this brick wall has an arm?
I open one of my eyes and see grey ones staring back at my in shock and anger. I cough a little, asking to be let up quietly.
"You haven't answered me, i went to your work and you haven't been there in 2 weeks either" he asks, the concern in his voice slightly peaking over the anger that is still visibly clear.
"Im sorry. I've been uh.. um... sick, recently so I wasn't able to go into work" i stutter. Stupid brain now i look stupid and he thinks you're some little girl who can't do anything for herself.
I saw him visibly relax a little bit. Hmm i wonder what that was about.
"What's that?" He point at my arm which has bruises on it, from my step-father. Obviously.
"I just uh..fell down my stairs and caught my arm on something, its nothing. Really, its nothing" at this point i don't know who I'm trying to convince. Him or myself.
