It All Started With Hate

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I decided to give an early update for Easter! (I know it's the day after, but I MAY have fallen asleep while editing lmaoo.)

TW: (please read!!) Violent acts including emotional, and sexual abuse and acts are discussed throughout the chapter. Please be aware, as I do not want to purposefully trigger anyone.

This chapter is very fundamental to Maggie's character, but please don't make yourself uncomfortable for it.

(I'm not entirely sure if it's the same for everyone since everyone's reading format on WP is different) but if you want to avoid the TW part, then you should be fine reading the first 15-17 pages, then skip to the last 10-12. (Apologies if I'm wrong, that's just how mine shows.)

"You're not a victim for sharing your story. You are a survivor setting the world on fire with your truth. And you never know who needs your light, your warmth, and raging courage." — Alex Elle

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Chapter 58
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Maggie

I hadn't moved. At least I didn't think I had.

My mind and my body weren't the least bit connected by anything else other than fear. That was all I could muster through the dark.

It was still dark.

With the dread, the clammy skin, the shudders, it had to be. There was no light, no source of anything that could beat what was in the abyss.

My skin rejected the feel of a hand, immediately. Fear rung through me until my blood chilled. I jerked back, nearly thumping whoever it was in the head.

"Maggie," I heard a voice whisper out. "Honey, it's me, Kimberly."

Under the blanket, my head shook on its own.

"We're not going to hurt you," she attempted, softly. I heard Raven add in the same reassuring tone, "We're here, Maggie. You're okay."

I didn't believe I was.

I didn't believe anything, or anyone. Not anymore. Not when the world was so full of lies.

Not when I was full of so, so many lies.

I could hear his voice. My father.

He was here, and anything else other than that was false. It had to be. I didn't believe anyone or anything, other than one name.

One name that could center me, despite how badly I wished to do it alone. It was the only light that seemed to peek through the dark.

"Luke," I managed to squeeze out of my burning throat. "I want Luke." My eyes squeezed shut to wield another round of tears. I pushed my head into the pillow, tightening the blanket around my shaky body until I was smothered. "Please."

It was the only request I'd made ever since my eyes opened. It was all I could muster before the fear took possession all over again.

"Luke..." I heard Raven whisper. "Wait...Luke, Luke?"

Once I heard a response, I paired it with Kimberly. "Kade called him about ten minutes ago, but the hospital is about a half hour drive—"

"Where the fuck is she?" a shout boomed right through the house.

I heard several crashes, curses, thumps, all of it, but above it all, I heard...

Pain racked through me until it physically threatened to ruin me whole. I shoved my face even deeper into the pillow, swallowing back the thick, vicious beginning of a sob.