Marjories life

Chapter 7(will we ever find out?)

Summary - what's going on with Marjorie, what happened, do we still know everything?

Tw : this includes abusive talk, attempted su***de, self h**m, r**e if this upsets u please don't read on. And if any of yous go through it please reach out to me on insta: Miasch1ld I can't do anything but I will talk you through it. I  promise ur not alone 🩷

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

"Basically......" I was going to carry on but the doctor interrupted. "Sorry Miss Van Gould for interrupting but I need to speak to you privately if that's okay?" Dr. Smith asked. "Yea that's okay, Reece autumn I'll speak to you guys tomorrow okay" Reece and autumn said there goodbyes and left. "So dr what's going on?" I asked "basically we found out the people that r*ped u and assaulted you! Would you like to know?" This is the time I've been waiting for, I wanted to found out. Ask questions like why me, why anyone, was it worth it? I wanted to see them rot in hell.

"Miss Van Gould?" "Sorry yes please let me know" I asked while I was starting to tear up. "It's was Jack Wallace, Harry Wallace and Gary Stevenson." Wait did he say Wallace? "Wait hold up Jack Wallace and Harry Wallace?" Could it be who I thought it was. "Yes why ma'am do u know them" he started to get really concerned. "Y-yea... that's my ... uncles on my mums side." "Wait ur family did this?" He replied. "Yea" I started sobbing at this point, why would they do this. I was really close with them growing up how could the betray me like this. "I see, sorry Miss Van Gould I will give u some space" he says while walking out. I started crying uncontrollably. About 10 minutes had gone and all I could think about is.

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍!

I just couldn't believe it my uncles like why would they put me through that. I don't understand was I really this disappointed and mistake my mum told me everyday. All I could think of is why, or what if. I couldn't think of anything else. I need help, I need to be free, why couldn't they just kill me I wouldn't have to go through all this aftermath.

𝓠 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻

I was finally out of hospital and back home. I still haven't told anyone what happened I can't after finding out who it was. Reece was really worried and I could tell, he was always shaking around me and reassuring me like i was some kid. "Marjorie are u ready to tell me what happened" the question that would pop up daily and my reply would always be. "No" "not now" "absolutely not" I just couldn't say it. Every single time Reece would hug me, rub my arm. I could always feel there's hands on me I needed this to stop, I need everything to stop.

Reece was finally asleep, every time he would fall asleep I would go to the bathroom, turn the shower on, get my razor out my top drawer, and just cut. I don't know why but it was the only relief I had left. Was this going to be a daily thing now? After I finish cutting, I would jump in the steaming, boiling, hot shower and let the water run down my body. It stung but it this best way possible, after I would dry myself, put my clothes back on, walk downstairs, sit at the island in the kitchen, and write letters. They wasn't letters of my feelings kind of, they were goodbye letters. Tonight was the last one, it was Reece's letter. Trying to write it hurt, and not a relief hurt it was like he was the one leaving, but it's not him leaving it's me...

Note - I'm so sorry...