Love That Hurts

Love that hurts: Chapter 23

-Gabriella's POV:-

"I-I need to tell you something Daniel..." I whisper quietly whilst slowly moving up.

"What?" he asked me sternly whilst sitting up and looking at me with a cold face.

"Other than those who s-se-sexually ab-abused me...there was a special someone who came into my when I w-was 15"

Daniels features somewhat hardened yet an emotion flashed through his eyes.

Worry?

Interest?

Confusion?

"Go on..." he trails off unsurely.

"I-I" tears formed in my dull eyes and my heart was beating erratically. Memories of the past dawning on me like it happened yesterday. Surely a few years would ease the pain.

No.

It's impossible because all those suppressed emotions and feelings came flooding out.

"Marcus Elliot" I whispered out huskily.

"Marcus Elliot"

The name felt like venom on my tongue.

My face scrunched up and my hands curled up into fists.

"Marcus Elliot" I spat out in resentment.

"Gabriella? What are you talking about?" Daniel asked with an eyebrow cocked.

"Marcus Elliot. A vile piece of man who did nothing but cause me pain, anguish and tears" my feelings roared with anger and I could feel my blood pressure rising.

"I was young, hurting and in need of love. His charms are what lured me in. He was a handsome boy at 17. Me being me craved the love and attention that he was able to provide. A boy with hair as brown as the chocolates he'd lovingly give me, eyes so hazel it was hard not to look away from. He captured not only my interest but over time my heart too. Shame I couldn't see past his deceit. He cared for me and showed me that I was 'precious' to him. My young foolish self was blind by the attention he gave me. That was until that one night I caught him. Declaring his unwitting love to another girl. But not in the most romantic way. A visual I seem to not forget. A visual which is the cause of many trust issues, many nightmares. A visual of him whispering sweet nothings to a girl. A girl on her knees submitting to him in many ways that disgust me. 'Adoring' his assets as her tugged at her hair, thrusting her head backwards and forth"

Disgust rolled off of each word as I recalled the memory.

"His grunting and groaning whilst she lathered her spit on his assets whilst she moaned and mulled. My young self was disgusted by the fact that I fell for his false charms and words. Relishing in the moments where we would do intimate things. Him telling me he 'loved' me and me falling for it as he took 'care' of my body. I gave myself to him. I didn't see through his lies. I thought for once someone was giving me something I was lacking on but no. I was going through the same thing my father put me through. Just this was using sweetness and false 'love'. I hated him after what he did. Nothing could compare to the feeling of disgust. What hurt the most were his words. "Right there baby, just like daddy wants it. Just like you give it. Come on girl. Harder. Faster. I love you". Lord only knows how much resentment I have towards him right now. It taught me a lesson. Never give yourself to anyone. Never trust anyone. Never become anyone's toy again."

Looking directly into Daniels eyes I continue.

"Never become anyone's bitch again"

Ashamed, I look down.