The enemy

< Chapter 9 >

River's pov:

Tw // mentions of rape/sa, self harm.

He's back.

The man that raped me and hurt me in the worst possible ways, is back.

Why is he here? What does he want? What could he possibly want after everything and all this time?

Unable to say anything to him, I just stared up at his frightening features.

"Are you going to say anything or are you just going to stand there and stare at me?" Micheal humorously asked, snapping me out of my horrible thoughts.

It was only us two in here as Hugo and Kingston had left me alone with him.

"Why are you here Micheal? What do you want?" My voice stern but inside I was trying not to break down.

This monster of a man has put me through hell and back. He was supposed to look out for me and care for me. He was my uncle.

"I thought I'd pop in and say hello to my favourite niece. Although, she doesn't seem happy to see me?" He was acting like he didn't remember anything he did to me and everything he put me through.

"And you're surprised?" I asked, seriously wondering if he was that sick in the head to just forget everything that happened.

"Well, I would of thought you'd of been delighted to see me again, so I guess you could say that." He smiled at me as I looked away from the man.

"You fucking raped me! You raped me and touched me every single fucking night for three years! I was a teenager. A fucking teenager and you had a wife and kids, yet you still did that! You were meant to protect me, not fucking destroy me. You were my uncle!" I yelled, holding my tears in whilst looking straight into his eyes.

I was fourteen years old when it began, it stopped just after my seventeen birthday when I came clean to my parents and told them everything.

My father came very close to killing him in cold blood the exact same day I revealed what was happening. The only reason he didn't was because I begged him not to.

I thought it may have been my fault, maybe I was making him angry. But then, I realised, I never did anything wrong. He was just a sicko.

He was put in a mental hospital shortly after everyone left him after finding out what he was. My family all thought he was let off and that he deserved way more than just being put in a hospital.

Once he was eventually let out of the hospital, my father gave him the option that he could either, move far away and never return. Or kill him right there and then.

He obviously chose to move away but seven years later and here he is again.

But what is it he wants? To just destroy me as a person once again? He already did that. Multiple times.

"I never raped you. You were just thinking too much about things. If anything, you should be grateful I chose you."

Grateful?