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The topics discussed in this chapter may be unsuitable for certain readers. Trigger warning! Discretion is advised.
"Faith... were you raped?" I looked up at Dr. Gomez as she spoke.
"Is everything confidential?" I responded. Dr. Gomes sat up in her chair.
"Of course it is. Let's proceed," she said, making notes. I looked back down at my hands as I fiddled with my rings. I took a deep breath before speaking.
"If I'm being honest, I don't remember too many details from this moment. I think I blacked out or maybe it's trauma response. I'm not sure. I do remember waking up the next morning....."
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I remember hearing music in the distance. My head was pounding. I was cold, sore.....and naked. It was still dark outside. The sun hadn't broke through yet. I looked over. Trent was standing, putting his outfit on. He crouched beside me and put his hand over my mouth. Tears were rolling down my face.
"Listen to me carefully," he whispered. "Get dressed, go rinse off, then go to your tent like nothing happened. You do not speak of this to anyone. I know you, Faith. I'll know when you tell people. Do I make myself clear?" I nodded and whimpered. I dried my face and got dressed. I went back to my tent, quiet to not wake Alana up. I grabbed my duffle bag and walked off to the restroom.
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"I carried on with the last day of the festival. We woke up that Monday morning and packed up the van. Alana rode with me. The drive was pretty quiet. I don't really remember much of that either," I said. Dr. Gomez looked at her watch and then back at me.
"Faith. I must ask," she stated. "Why do your parents not know?" I pushed my hair out of my face and looked up. A single tear fell.
"I don't think my dad could handle that. Plus Trent said don't tell anyone. My dad is famous. This would be a big news thing. Quite frankly, I'm sure my uncles would kill him....." I replied. She checked her watch again.
"Today was a lot. How about we cut it short?" She said. She got up and walked to her bookshelf. She grabbed a green folder and handed it to me. "It's a ptsd work packet. Try this when you are feeling overwhelmed." I reached out and grabbed it from her. I left and went home. My appetite seemed to have disappeared. I went to bed without eating.
Maybe Jackson was right. I'm the one who fucked up. I shouldn't have gone to the festival. I should've told my parents. I should've called the police.
No...he still lied to me.
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Thank you again so much for reading! These next chapters are going to be pretty rough. Just be cautious. Love y'all!
If you are battling with depression or ptsd please seek help. If you or someone you know has been raped please seek help. You are meant to be safe and well.
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Adopted by Vic Fuentes
FanfictionSixteen year old Faith Stevens isn't like most girls. She listens to rock music, and has lived in an orphanage her whole life. Until one day when her life is changed. A famous rock star comes in and adopts her and her little brother. From then on he...
