𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 | Discontinued

-Thirteen

Four years ago

‼️sexual assault‼️ don't read this chapter if you're not comfortable with this topic. I hope none of you had to go through something like this.

I was walking around in the woods. Completely lost. I told mama that I was going for short walk in the woods before we leave back to Atlanta. Mom and dad enlisted us for a class in the Salvatore boarding school, since dad wasn't born werewolf, we had some werewolf abilities. Like glowing eyes, sharp claws, fangs and supernatural hearing. We could also heal since we had vampire blood in our system, But we couldn't transform into a wolf nor did we have to feed to stay alive.

Some abilities started to get out of control when we turned 12. It's been a year since then. The walk was quiet. The only sound was the birds chirping.

"A little girl like you shouldn't be alone in the woods. There are dangerous predators out here." A voice said behind me. I flinched back, steeping back. "I'm stronger than I look." I said with firm tone. I held my head up high. Dad always told me and Jax that if we ever come across someone who looks suspicious when we're alone to be brave and not to let them notice our fear.

And right now this man looks suspicious. Especially with the look that he has been giving me.

"Where are your parents?" He asked. Getting closer to me. I stepped back. "They're around here. Not so far me." I tell. I hoped mom and dad noticed me being gone for too long.

"I can help you get to them safe." He says. I knew it was trap. I give a small nod. "You walk ahead I'll follow behind you." I tell him. He nods and walks in front of me. I picked a big rock that I saw early and I followed behind him.

I lifted the rock over his head, about to hit him with it but he turns around and grabs my arm. He gripped me tightly making me drop the rock to the ground due to the tightness of his hold. I groan out of pain. He pushed me back and back handed me. Dropping to the ground. I felt blood dripping down my chin. My bottom lip burned as the cool breeze passed through my face. The man got closer to me, dropping to his knees in front of me. I tried to crawl back but grabbed my foot and pulled me under him.

My heart was pounding in the chest. My breathing became heavier. He got on top of me. I slap his chest over and over again. It was no use. He grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head with one hand. "I like a girl who fights me. It makes it even more fun for me." He says. I began to squirm, trying to get out of his grip. I feel his rough hand go under my shirt. Touching my skin, I completely froze. I couldn't scream, couldn't breathe, couldn't yell for him to stop. I just froze. He started rubbing my side and up to my chest. He leans down, I shut my eyes, feeling his chapped lips on my jaw.

It was until I heard his belt unbuckle that broke my trance. My claws come out, scratching his hand that held my arms up. The man yells out of pain. I felt him losen his grip and I kick him in his chest. Throwing him back. I got on top and began scratching his face and chest while sobbing, ignoring his cries of pain. Blood splattered all over my face and hands. I didn't stop.

I didn't stop until he stopped moving.

I didn't stop until I saw his chest stop rising up and down.

I didn't stop until his eyes started straight at me.

I didn't stop until I had no strength left.

I didn't stop until my crying stopped.

My legs felt weak. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't get up. All I wanted was be in my parents arms. Telling me that I was going to be okay. I stare at the dead body in front of me. Unable to get my eyes off him. I felt too weak to move. But I knew that if I stayed here I would be in even more danger.

I got up, ignoring the pain that ran through my ankle and wrist. They felt sore from the man's grip. I could still feel his hand on me. Feeling his lips on my face. I felt disgusted. I felt disgusted in my own body. I rubbed my palms against my arms. Trying to his dirty hands off me.

I didn't know how long I was walking for. It was already dark. The birds quite down and sound crickets were ringing around me. I saw the school lights on and knew I was safe.

Mom, dad and aunt Hope stood by the pool. "Mama" Mom was the first one to see me. She ran to me and I broke down crying. Falling to my knees. Mom catches me before I completely hit the ground. She lifts my face and looked at me. Her eyes were wide and filled with fear. She whipped the blood off my cheek with her hand. And pulled me into her chest, making me sob even more.

Dad came closer and dropped beside mom. He raised his hand to touch me. But flinch, seeing the man. Dad looked heart broken. Seeing his little girl in a fragile state unable to comfort her. "We'll search the woods tomorrow to see what happened." Aunt Hope said. Dad nods. Tears fall down his cheeks. I wanted to hug him, but when I looked at him all I saw was the man.

Mom picked me up from the ground. And takes me inside. She sat me down on the closed toilet seat. She grabs a wet washcloth and gently whipped the blood off my hands and face. I felt numb from all the crying. All I wanted to go and hide under my blanket. She turns on the shower and helps me out of dirty clothes. I couldn't move. I kept seeing him. Feeling his hands on me.

Mom helped me get in the shower and closed the bath curtain. I let the water fall down my body. I grabbed the Loofah. And started Rubbing my skin. Trying to get his touch off me. Trying to get disgusted feeling off my skin. I didn't stop rubbing my skin until it was red and drips of blood fell down my skin. I had no idea how long I took in the shower until I heard a knock on the door.

I turned off the shower and got out. Putting on the clothes that were folded neatly on the sink. I looked myself in the mirror. My lip was cut but I could feel it healing. My eyes were red and puffy and they looked dead, I was pale as a ghost.

I opened the door and saw mom and dad outside waiting for me. Dad was sad. I could tell. He looked at mama and gave a slight nod. Mama gave him a small smile and kissed on his forehead. She walked up to me and gave me her hand. She took me to the room aunt Hope assigned me to.

Mama tucked me in the bed. Kissing my forehead, she layed down next to me hugging me and holding me in her arms. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you, nena." (Baby girl) she whispered.

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