Arabella D'Angelo is just a shell of a girl, a mere presence floating through the halls of her Los Angeles home. Her once bright grey eyes and sunshine-like spirit was crushed by the weight of her abusive parents.
Living in a constant state of fear...
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Loud footsteps padded against the wooden floor, creaking with each step. The noise cut through the silent night, successfully taking over my heavy breathing.
"Come out already, doll. You can't hide from me forever." The amusement in his voice made me sick, as I cupped a hand over my mouth to stop from throwing up. He can't find me. I will be done for if he does today.
"Last chance, Arabella. Come out from wherever the fuck you are. Don't make me mad." He gritted his teeth, getting impatient with my lack of response. I curled up more against the corner of the closet, burying my face into my knees and praying for this nightmare to be over with.
Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, almost making me cry out in relief. The relief was short lived when bright lights scattered inside the closet, replacing the darkness, which for once was actually comforting. Blinded by the light, my eyes burned for a second before they adjusted again. I wish they didn't.
My blood ran cold. It was him. Arlo.
The sickening grin on his face made me scream out in fear, as I squeezed myself even more against the corner and cried helplessly, shaking tremendously. This is it. No one can save me today. His parents and my parents are out in another country, having the best time of their lives. It is just me and him here.
"There you are, my pretty girl." He smirked, yanking me towards him by the ankle and hauling me over his shoulder. For a sixteen year old, he was more strong than he should be. He easily overpowered my fifteen year old, malnourished self.
"Arlo, please, I am begging you. Don't do this." My desperate pleas filled the room, as I thrashed in his hold like crazy. He threw me on a soft surface and begin to unbutton his school shirt with lustful eyes. My heart sank when I realised it was his bed. It was actually happening. I was going to get raped.
"Beg for me to continue, not for me to stop, my doll." He discarded the last piece of cloth which hid his skin from me, charging towards me to do the same. "You will love it."
"Stop!"
Hyperventilating. I was hyperventilating.
My hand shot up to my neck, scratching it aggressively in hopes for it to feel less clogged. I couldn't breath.
My feet swung over to the other side of the bed, as I tried to stumble over to the bathroom. The room was pitch dark and I could practically hear his terrifying voice, uttering disgusting words regarding my body. I could also feel his hands all over me, touching me in places no one ever should to someone without their consent.
