Babysitting Skylynn Grier

Chapter Eight

Wrote this a while back- so I'm sorry for how shitty it is... ANYWHORE CONTINUE

*WARNING - THERE IS SEXUAL STUFF IN THIS*

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*Nash's POV*

"Promise on your life that you won't tell anyone?" Sarah whispers, voice cracking and shaky.

"I promise Sarah. I promise on my life, Sarah. You can tell me anything, you know that. I promised you from the very beginning that I'm never going to leave you. You are stuck with me- and my crazy hair." She cracks a small smile.

"I, uh, I had this boyfriend a long time ago. And he liked playing games, not board games, like playing tricks with the mind. Sort of like monopoly. You try to take all of the property on the board. In his case..." She stops and takes a deep breath, looking me in the eye. I dread to hear what's next because I know that she never wants to talk about it. That she's never talked about it to anyone.

She grips my hand tightly and begins to cry.

Fuck.

"Sarah, you don't have to tell me." She shakes her head determined to tell me.

"No. I need to tell someone. I can't keep this to myself anymore. I just can't. I trust you Nash. And I never trust people. And it scares me. It terrifies me." I rock her back and forth kissing her head and repeatedly tell her that it's going to be okay. "So he, he took my trust. And I loved him. But everything changed after a week. He broke me. And I've never been the same."

"I'll do whatever it takes to fix what he stupidly broke." And she laughs dryly. "You know what I mean." I kiss her forehead, lingering ever so slightly.

"You can't fix broken ribs, and arms, and legs. You just can't fix that stuff. He would pick me up and throw me around like a rag doll. And he promised that if I told anyone, anyone at all, that I might as well kiss my sweet ass goodbye. And apparently I wasn't the only one. He conquered the frigging board. And apparently, I was Boardwalk. His prized possession."

My jaw drops and I begin to cry.

How can anyone hurt her?

Why would anyone hurt her?

She's absolutely perfect.

"I was so helpless. I couldn't do anything. I wore long sleeves and pants. Even when it was over a hundred degrees." She begins to sob, body shaking, hands squeezing mine tightly to the point where I think I've lost circulation. But I don't care. I'd do anything for her. And that's the truth. If I ever see this son of a bitch, God knows what I'll do. I'll probably end up in jail.

"Sarah, I'm sorry." I hug her tightly, never wanting to let go.

"I need to get this out." She says with a new confidence. Which I find strange given the situation. "He-" Sarah gulps pending upon if she should finish the sentence. All of a sudden, that confidence, vanished. All happiness seemed to have been drained out with her tears.

Her voice was so quiet, so weak, so afraid that she could barely get it out.

"He raped me."