hurt people, hurt people.

thirteen

TW: mention of bulimia

The blonde had spent hours getting ready. It had felt like years since she had left the prison which the man who owned it called home. Although she knew that she would have to spend the entire evening acting and pretending she loved the man, she was grateful for the opportunity to leave the house.

It felt ridiculous to her that she felt this way. That she felt grateful for being allowed to leave the house, for being allowed to eat. It didn't feel right, she knew it wasn't right but that was simply what she was going to have to live with.

She rifled through her wardrobe in an attempt to find something to wear. Eventually she settled on a long sleeved, square necked black dress. It was enough to look glamorous without putting her whole body on display.

After everything she had been through, the last thing she wanted was people staring at her body or worse touching it. She just wanted to get through the night and try to survive.

It had taken her a while to get the dress on as ever movement made her flinch in pain. Once she had finally gotten in on, she stared in the mirror before her as she fixed her hair. She felt disgusting, everything about her appearance made her feel sick to her stomach, she couldn't bare to look at herself any longer. That was until Roger entered the room.

His gaze lingered on her breasts. Immediately she wanted to turn away and cover herself up. She didn't like him looking at her at all.

"Oh that won't do. You're soon to be my wife I want to show you off. Not hid you away in that, let's get you changed. Wear this." he walked over to a bag which sat on the floor before pulling out. a very revealing dress.

It was a v neck which travelled very far down. She could instantly how short it was. Scrunching her face in response she watched as he walked over to her a wide grin on his face.

Shoving the dress against her chest, she felt his hand smack her ass before leaving. She violent flinched at the touch, squinting her eyes shut to escape the moment.

"Be downstairs and ready to go in 5 minutes.. Don't be late" and with that he slammed the door.

All she wanted to to crawl into a ball and sob for the rest of the night but she knew that wasn't an option. She had to suck it up, get dressed and survive the night.

Slowly she removed her dress before replacing it with the one Roger had thrown at her.

When she was younger she always used to wear dresses like this. She would parade the streets as men watched like vultures wanting to take a piece of her. It wasn't ideal but she had to do it to live. Her family would have starved otherwise.

Although she hated the stares from men she used to feel overwhelmingly confident in clothes like this. Her figure was always complimented, not just by men but the women she was around too.
She loved it but now, with Roger she would rather wear a full ski outfit than this.

All the comments he had made about her body, her face, her hair, her clothing swirled in her mind. After every meal he would make her go on a run or to the gym. Sometimes it was as simple as throwing up her previous meal. Never was she allowed more than 1000 calories a day. It was strictly forbidden.

There was practically nothing of the blonde. She looked as if she would topple over if the wind got a bit too strong but as she stared at herself in the mirror before her that's not what she saw.

Turning to the side she ran her hand over her stomach before deeply inhaling and sucking her stomach in as far as she could. A sharp pain ran through her entire body as she did so, making her feel faint. She quickly brushed it off.

For a moment she appreciated the man's intelligence, there was barely anything of the dress but somehow it managed to cover ever bruise or mark that he had left on her body. Like his attacks were planned and each hit or kick was placed with precision.

As she exited the room and began to walk down the stairs she suddenly stopped in her tracks. Staring at the door she remembered. She remembered the night where she almost escaped, where she was almost free. Tears began to pool in her eyes but she knew she couldn't ruin her makeup, Roger would go mental. Shakily she continued down the stairs as she heard him walking towards the front door.

They made eye contact briefly before his eyes got occupied else where. His eyes travelled everywhere on her body as if he was undressing her with his eyes.

"Much better let's go. I thought I would treat you. We are going to that quaint little bar you love for some odd reason." immediately her eyes widened, out of fear but also relief. She was going to see Sara. She was going to see Sara... with Roger.

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Marjorie and Autumn didn't even bother going home to get changed. They wanted to get to the bar as soon as they possibly could, they needed to know Siobhan was alive.

"Both of you can come in my car. Charlottes already in there and I can spare money for any speeding fines" the redhead spoke up, gesturing for them to follow her.

The two made eye contact with each other, sharing a look of relief. All of the panicking and the worry had momentarily come to a halt. Although Autumn would never blatantly show it, she was overwhelmingly happy that she was okay.

Never would she let anybody see through her. Obviously the people closest to her knew how her emotions worked and could see her for who she truly was but at that moment she didn't care.

Once they had arrived at the bar, their eyes darted around for any sign of the blonde but were unfortunately met with nothing. They were quickly guided to a booth by the brunette who had served them many times before. Her facial expression the same from when they last saw her.
How close were they? What didn't they know?

"Hi what can I get for you ladies?" her voice chirpy and it almost seemed as if she had flipped a switch. The swift change shocked Marjorie but she brushed it off as she understood how she felt.

Mia narrowed her eyes at Sara knowingly, staring deeply into her eyes. Although the eye contact made her extremely uncomfortable she couldn't shift her gaze from the redhead. She swallowed harshly before smiling and shaking her head.

They all ordered their drinks and the brunette left.

"Amelia Roberts. What was that for? She's clearly upset." Charlottes tone was harsh as she playfully smacked her girlfriend on the head. It still shocked everyone how easily she had Mia in a trance and managed to get her to apologise.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. You know I like to have my fun" she giggled as she looked at her with doe eyes. Charlotte seemed to fold at this and let it go, holding her hand under the table.

Marjorie began to laugh and it felt as if she hadn't in years. She genuinely felt relaxed for the first time in a long while. That was until the door of the bar opened again.

Her eyes immediately darted to the door.

In walked Siobhan and Roger. His hand firmly placed around her waist.

They all watched as he dragged her with him to a large booth with many well dressed older men.

"The man of the hour! Congratulations on the baby Rog!" one of the men walked over to him and patted him firmly on the back.

Baby?

Oh shit.

Baby.

A/N: this was not proof read btw i cba