𝚸1 𝐎𝐅 𝚨 " 𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝚸𝚨𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒" | 18+
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A voice so tempting triggers the darkest parts of her mind, it makes her think unimaginable things, like the pain she thought she escaped.
His obsession for her deeply and darkly abnormal, the i...
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15
Three months and nine days ago, I escaped my prison, running half-naked through a forest, terrified. Now, I'm trapped in a facade of somehow managing to live in relative peace. The past few months have been nothing short of a tragedy, but eventually, it didn't have to be. I've felt the pain, but like many women who've experienced trauma, I've learned to move forward—even with tears constantly threatening to spill.
The English countryside is one the most quiet relaxing places on earth, it's a shame not many people know about a area so undisturbred. The fun part is feeding the baby cows, they're just to adorable. Lydia has been an amazing help with my growing belly an all. She often times reminds me of my mother and grandmother, I regret how bad I left things with my mother, it wasn't right.
It felt good to have peace of mind knowing Amina was safe and living well in Brazil. I hoped Stassie was doing okay too; I appreciated her bravery in following me across the world.
"Amina! Are you daydreaming again, darling?" Lydia's voice pulled me from my thoughts, her smile bright and warm.
"Y-yeah, sorry," I stammered, brushing my fingers through Jack's thick black coat. "I uh... blame the hormones. What were you saying?"
Lydia laughed softly, her eyes glimmering with kindness. "Doesn't matter now. But I do want to ask you what your plans are when it comes to your baby. I love having you here."
A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips, but it quickly faded as I shook my head. "I'm still a little lost, trying to piece it all together in my head." I took a deep breath, forcing a chuckle to mask the emotion bubbling inside me. The last thing I wanted was to break down in front of her, but the weight of everything was so heavy.
Lydia didn't miss a beat. She turned to face me, her eyes soft with understanding. "Go on, my ears are open."
I swallowed, trying to steady my voice. "Well, I've struggled my entire life not knowing who I wanted to be. I spent ninety percent of it trying to impress my dad, just so he'd notice me—even when we lived under the same roof. The other ten percent was spent rebelling against him... with my ex-boyfriend."
The words felt like they were suffocating me, and a wave of panic suddenly gripped my chest. I could hardly breathe, and
"Archie was a adrenaline junkie, he did what he want with no regard of the consequences. I was his secret girlfriend for a start of it, I pretended that I didn't mind since who would want me you know? It felt great, everything did even though my dad hated him. I came close to losing myself. It hurt seeing him with other girls, but I would forgive him —
... again, and again, and again," my voice quietly fades as every memory of him came back to me. "That's how much I loved him, I knew he loved me. Our relationship was strange, but I went through all that to know I wasn't the one who could help fight his demons." I sniffled.
