Scars

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Demi

"Come on baby girl, don't fight it and it won't hurt so bad."

I screamed out into the gag as he wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled hard.

"You don't want me to hurt you do you? Because guess what baby girl?" My stomach turned as he licked my neck, "I'm enjoying this so much, I may just have to find you again for round two."

I sat up straight, gasping for air. The room seemed to be a hundred degrees and as I kicked the blankets off of me I realized I was alone in the bed. Instantly, I hugged me knees to my chest, feeling as though I had been injected with ice. The curtain moved and I gasped, jumping up. The breeze that floated through the open window raised goosebumps on my skin and I quickly ran over to slam it shut. As I leaned against the wall, breathing hard, I froze again once I heard a noise outside the door. Footsteps thumped down the hallway and I slid down the wall, covering my mouth with my hands.

"No." I said aloud, watching in horror as the doorknob began to turn. "NO!" I ran towards the door and slammed my body weight against it. "NO! HELP ME! WILMER!"

"Demi?!"

The door pushed open a bit and I screamed out, "NO! WILMER HE'S COMING! HELP ME!"

"Demi! It's me! It's Wilmer. Baby girl-"

I choked out a noise of horror and shoved the door shut again, "NO! STOP IT!"

He gave the door one last shove and I fell back onto my butt, scrambling away from the door.

"Demi..."

The dark figure walked towards me as I curled tiny a ball, sobbing hysterically, "Please... No. Don't touch me." Light flooded the room and I covered my face, not wanting to look into the eyes of the man who attacked me.

"Demi. Open your eyes. It's Wilmer. Honey, it's me." Slowly, I peaked through my fingers and let out a relieved cry when I saw it really was him. I practically launched myself into his arms, clutching his shoulders and head. "Shhh, I've got you."

I let out a wail and shoved my face into the crook of his neck, "You can't do that to me. You can't leave me alone like that. I can't be alone."

He held me securely against his chest, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I'll be here. I'm here. I'm sorry." I began to sob again and he held me tighter and in that moment we both knew he was holding all the broken pieces of me together. "I've got you baby." He murmured again, "I'm never gonna let them get you again. I'm never gonna let go of you."

~*~

The next morning I woke up with my head on Wilmer's chest and his arms wrapped around me protectively. When I moved out of his embrace, his eyes flew open and he reached for my again, "Where are you going?"

I sighed, "I.. Nowhere."

He intertwined our fingers and pulled me close, "Do you wanna talk about last night?"

I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly at the memory, "Not really... but I guess we can talk."

He touched my cheek, "What did you think? What did you think was happening?"

I looked down, "I thought... I woke up and you weren't next to me. I dreamt that he was chasing me, and he caught me. But when I woke up you weren't there. I thought he was in the house. Then you called me..." I broke off and my next words were in a whisper, "He called me baby girl when he... attacked me."

Wilmer's pulled me into his body again and this time I allowed myself to be comforted by his embrace. "I'm so sorry." He murmured, "I promise that I'll never call you that again okay? I love you so much, and I'm not going anywhere."

I nodded and let my head rest on his shoulder, staring at the wall numbly, "I just don't know what I'm supposed to do. Every time I close my eyes I can feel him, I hear him, I smell him. I feel their hands on my body, pulling my hair and groping me. I can hear them laughing while I cried and tried to scream for help. I can smell the alcohol on his breath. It's like I can't take enough showers to wash the marks off that they left on me. I don't know how I'm supposed to move on, or recover from this. I'm terrified to even walk out of our house. I just... I don't know how I'm supposed to live my life like this."

Wilmer's hand rubbed my back in comforting circles, "Demi, I know it seems impossible right now, but I promise that you can get through this. I promise that you can stand with your head held high. I'm gonna be with you every step on the way, because I love you more than anything in the world. Okay?"

I sighed, "Okay."

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