"But l'm already hurt." I breathed down his neck.
My cheeks touching his.
He sighed down my neck as I continued feeling his soft skin with my face. My eyes closed, feeling his hands grip my frame. My lips trembled with fear and tears streamed down m...
As Arya stares out the car window watching raindrops fall and get wiped by the wiper, her emotions are in turmoil. She's feeling a mix of fear, anger, and vulnerability after the assault by Xavier. The fact that he was the son of her father's friend adds an extra layer of complexity to her emotions. This assault has triggered painful memories of a similar situation from three years ago, when her science teacher touched her inappropriately during a tutoring session at her home. She then dropped trying to learn science or make an effort to gain marks. She desperately tried to run away from the subject.
The trigger of this past experience intensifies Arya's current feelings of violation and powerlessness. It brings back the emotions she felt as a 13-year-old girl, when her trust was shattered by someone in a position of authority. The memory resurfaces, reminding Arya of the pain and disgust she had hoped to forget.
As she stares out the window, Arya may also be grappling with a sense of confusion and betrayal. She trusted Xavier as her father's friend's son, and the assault has shattered that trust, leaving her questioning the intentions of those around her.
In this moment, she yearns for safety, understanding, and support. She may feel a mix of anger towards Xavier, frustration at her own vulnerability, and sadness for having to relive a traumatic experience. It is important for her new friend, Ariana did not find out about this .Even though she wanted to hide this matter, she was sure Ariana would provide a safe and empathetic space for her to process and heal from this distressing event. _______________ Arya's P.O.V.
We drove into Ariana's abode and stopped on her porch. I stepped down from the car and shivered as tiny drops hit my face and hands .
Ariana subtly ran in her heels after shutting the car door gently. I followed her to the entry way as she locked the car from behind her. The car beeped and a gaurd pushed the doors opened and welcomed us. Walking in she dropped the car keys on the centre table of the foyer. Her house was royal. Just like her.
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