Midnight Memories

Prolouge

Laura Grace's POV

Christmas. A celebration that should be celebrated with joy, not with fear.

All I wanted was to get a present for my parents. I didn't want to be used as a present.

He used me. He wrapped his hands around my face and stuffed cloth in my mouth. My vision went black with fear as he threw me into the truck. If everybody looked up from their fucking phone, I wouldn't have been in that position. I wouldn't be where I am today.

I saw a boy's face, he had green eyes and lips that formed a shape of an 'o'. The anger-filled words that spilled out of his mouth gave me hope that I would be saved from this smelly truck.

I was foolish for thinking so.

My user, the man who kidnapped me, knocked the boy out and locked the doors of the back of the truck. He turned to look at me, hot air escaping from his mask. His eyes were filled with an emotion I didn't understand then.

I understand now.

His mouth was breathing up and down my back and his fingers started to trace my spine. His breathing backed away and his fingers stopped, only to turn me around as his arm snaked around my waist.

"Prices, prices." These 2 words that came out of his mouth never made sense to me then.

Haha, I was so stupid.

He eyed me from my massive forehead, down to my spot, and down to my feet.

He touched me. Down there.

I bit my lip to hold in my gasp. I should've just kicked him. He yelled a price to the 2 other people in the truck, his eyes still fixated on me. He asked, well forced me to take my clothes off. I refused, my heart crippling slowly. What were they gonna do; this kept repeating in my mind.

His head rose a little higher and anger took over his eyes, his feet waking closer to me. He slapped me, tears running down my red cheeks.

Why didn't I fight him back, then?

He sold me to this guy, the guy with the green eyes. Or I thought. I thought he was going to save me. He tried to save me, but my buyer refused and drove off; saying he doesn't like the guy with green eyes.

He then sold me to a guy with brown eyes, glee in my users' voices. Those brown eyes screamed with evil and his voice was coated with madness.

I hated him as soon as I saw him. He used me every other night, saying he loved me. He only gave me food if he was in a good mood which was really rare.

He told me loved me, his voice emotionless. But one night, he told me he loved me; his voice drowned in love and sorrow. He tried to change, to make me love him.

The snow was filed with scarlet, Christmas was filled with fear, the Christmas tree no longer was decorated, and I was the present.

I'll never love him. I don't live in a story. This is my reality, I don't fall in love with my rapists.

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