His and only his

3 - "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will always hurt me"

🫀- Yvette
TW! Self harm, mentions of suicidal thoughts, and rape- Leave if you aren't comfortable!

I wake up at 5am. My tear stained face felt sore. I got dressed. I wore a turtleneck, to hide the bruise. I went to the bathroom, laid cuts across my arms. And walked out like nothing happened. I could feel the tears forming, but I knew I had to be strong.

I decided to walk to the coffee shop, since I had a bit of time before my shift started.

I made my way down the street, I passed by an alleyway with a few men. "Hey pretty lady" one said.

"Hey big fat guy, how about you leave me alone before I pop your balls like balloons"

I continue to walk and finally make it to the coffee shop

I opened the door and I immediately saw a familiar face. Jonah.

"Oh hello Yvette! Funny seeing you here." He said, smiling.

I smiled back, "Hello jonah."

I sat down on the stool next to him and we started some conversation.

"What can I get for you?" The batista says, with a chirpy voice.

I look over "A caramel Frappuccino, extra whipped cram add cherries." She nodded and wrote it down, walking away.

I fiddled with my fingers, biting my lip.

Then I heard a horribly familiar voice. "You brat. You left home early" my father.

I could feel tears, yes I was strong and good with words, but not around him. He scarred me.

I looked up, horrified. He slapped me across the face, and he left.

Jonah looked at me, surprised.

The barista came back and handed me my coffee, smiling.

"Yvette... was that your dad?"
I nodded tears forming. He grabbed my hand and brought me to the family restroom. I held in my tears, thinking he saw me as weak.

"Yvette. Are you okay?"
I broke down into tears. And fell to the ground. He sat next to me and wrapped me in his arms. I cried into his chest for what felt like forever.

He ran his fingers through my hair and held me close.

I then looked up at him. He cupped my cheek, "Yvette, has he done anything bad to you?"
A tear fell down my cheek and he wiped it away. "Yes. He has"
I looked down. "Would you like to tell me?" I shook my head, "No.. not yet atleast."

I had never told anyone, that he  raped me, hurt the abused me and caused me to nearly take my life at 10 years old. Ten. I was fucking ten.

My tears felt like they would never end. Until they did, and I felt myself drift off to sleep.

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I woke up, in a bed. It was so comfy. But the only question I had was.. who's bed was it?

I heard the door open and Jonah walked in. "Oh, Yvette. You're up. I made you some tea"
He smiled brightly at me.

I got up, and took the tea setting it down.

He handed me some clothes. "I would have dressed you, but I wanted to respect your body, and your boundaries"

I blushed, he was so kind and respectful over me. He left the room.

I pulled off my tear stained outfit and put on the one he gave me: a t-shirt. I was grateful he landed me some clothes.

I put it on and sat on the edge of the bed and drank my tea, but then spit it out when I realized he would be able to see all of my childhood scars, and fresh cuts and bruises.

"Jonah" I call out, hoping he would hear me.

"Yes?" He responded, and I felt relieved. "Do you have a jacket and some sweatpants.?"
Silence.

A few minutes he walked up to the room. "Here, I'll leave them by the door."

A minute later once he left I opened the door and grabbed the clothes, I found a zip up jacket, and some comfy looking sweatpants. I smiled, feeling relieved. I looked at the clock and it read 5:03 AM. 

It was the next day. I panicked.. my father could track my phone. I opened the door, leaving my clothes on the floor. And ran, to see Jonah sitting on the couch reading a book.

"Jonah.. thank God there you are! I need to tell you somet-"
Just then someone knocked on the door. "Hang on, Yvette" He walked over and opened it. "Hello sir, do you ne-" He got cut off as my dad pushed him away.

"You stupid slut! Thinking you could leave me! You're stupid for ever thinking that.  You will get punished severely for this, you dirty little whore!" His screams echoed through my ears.

He grabbed me by the hair and yanked me out of Jonah's house, and throwing me in the car.

We were on our way home. A few minutes in. My father rested his hand on my thigh. I flinched.

I knew what was gonna happen when we returned home.

Thank you for reading!