The Seven

Chapter Four

A/N: I wrote this during class

I lay on my bed in a fetal position, just staring at my wall. Braydian left a while ago. After finishing, he just put on his clothes and left as if nothing happened.

My face throbbed still from his hits, but the pain was nothing compared to how it felt down there.

The intense burning sensation was a pain I had never felt before, and there was no way to relieve it.

It didn't feel real. It was as if time had stilled. It had to have been a horrible dream. Thought it wasn't. It was a nightmare that occurred while being wide awake. This was worse than the monsters you thought lurked in your room in the dark as a child.

If any of my brothers came home, I didn't notice. I felt like I was trapped in a soundproof room at the moment.

After lying for a while longer, I finally made a move to get up. Pain from between my legs shot through me like lightning, making me whimper in agony.

The urge to shower hit me like a powerful wave. I had to get him off me. His touch, his kisses, everything. I needed him off. Now.

I painfully walked to the bathroom, not even worrying about having no clothes. As soon as I entered the bathroom, I locked the door behind me.

I turned my head and saw myself in the mirror. I had mascara all over my face. I now had a black eye on the right side of my face. Luckily, my eye hadn't swelled closed. I had a bruise on my cheek from where Braydian slapped me.

I wanted to throw up when I saw the hickeys on my neck that left trails down to my chest. I was disgusting and broken.

I broke out of my daze and turned on the shower and yanked the handle to the left to turn on the hot water to the max.

I got into the shower and felt the hot water scorch my skin. I immediately reached for the loofah and covered it with my body wash. I noticed then that blood ran down my legs as the water started to wash it away.

I aggressively rubbed my skin raw. My skin was painted a bright red from the trauma I had inflicted onto my skin. It wasn't enough. I felt like the attempt to wash myself was futile. No matter how hard I scrubbed, his touch wouldn't dissipate.

Overcome with emotion, I burst into tears once again and crumbled. I sat in the shower and pulled my knees to my chest.

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When the water became cold as ice, I finally got up and exited the shower. I wrapped a towel around myself and another around my hair and then walked back to my bedroom to get dressed.

After closing the door behind me, I noticed that there was blood on my sheets.I rushed over to my bed, ripped the sheets off my bed, and threw them on the floor. My eyes burned with tears once more at the horrific reminder of what Braydian did to me.

The pain between my legs felt like I was on fire. Every movement caused shooting pain. There was also blood in between my thighs that washed down the drain when I took a shower. He was far from gentle, and the pain I felt while he did it felt like I was being ripped apart. It was the most pain I had ever felt.