Forbidden (#1)✔️

twenty-three

AUTHOR'S NOTE

In this chapter you really just learn about little Blaire and her past.

-WARNING RAPE, ABUSE, BLOOD...ETC- feel free to skip. 

This is a long, rambling chapter but it needs to be cleared up, plus cute scene at the end aha.

toodles. x

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BLAIRE'S POV

~dream~

I have no idea how I got here, I just remember waking up by being slapped in the face twice and unable to scream...

"Be a good girl and sit still"  The man who wears black combat boots snarls. I recognize his voice. My brain won't function properly to figure out why it sounds familiar.

He has me tied to a chair by my legs and hands, duct tape over my mouth and I'm not wearing any clothes.

Why does my in between my legs hurt so much?

I see dried blood stained on my inner thighs. OH MY!

This man is currently stood behind my naked self on a chair, cutting my brunette locks off.

I watch as some of my now dead hair falls over my shoulders. 

I don't cry. I don't make a sound.

My eyes are numb from all the crying, my cheeks are torn and my mouth aches from the tape. This is torture.

The room we are in is pitch black, the only source of light is from the moon shining through a really small window in the corner of the wall.

The moon is my friend. It is trying to help me see the bastard.

The room gives of echoes whenever he talks so it makes me think we are in an abandoned building, warehouse or a basement. I haven't chosen which one yet.

"You look so pretty kiddo!" The man says dirtily and it makes me feel nauseated. The fact I am sat here naked and he has his disgusting eyes all over me, makes me want to crawl into a hole and die.

This man calls me kiddo. There is only one person who used to call me that. 

My uncle.

Someone who loved you wouldn't do this...

I don't cry. I don't make a sound.

It is all clear to me now. The way he would look at me when I was playing in my mom's backyard. He would watch me closely, my every movement.

He would always offer to take me to my swimming lessons. 

And now he has me, naked. In some place I don't know and I am unable to scream, yell, talk, anything.

My uncle is on my supposed 'father's' side of the family. They are apparently brothers.

He was always the father figure when I was growing up.

My uncle walks round infront of me, tilts my chin up and makes me look at him. 

He slowly removes the tape from my mouth, some of my skin peeling off with it.

"So beautiful..." He says leaning closer to my face. His lips pushing forward to meet mine. I hide my lips in a thin line so he can't have them.