JUSTINS POV
"Wait, what? He raped you?" I feel as though my head has been filled with something heavy and dense. Her words have gone into my ears, but can't get through to my brain. What she's saying makes no sense.
"Yes."
We're both silent for a minute while I try to take it in.
"Bruce Jenner? American television personality and retired Olympic gold medal-winning decathlete?"
"Yes."
And though I knew something bad had happened to her, this is so horrible, so far beyond any of the possibilities I could have imagined, that I'm rendered speechless. I shiver, feeling suddenly cold, as if someone has dragged an ice cube down my spine. I suppress a powerful urge to stand up and pace the room, to swear and kick the walls, to let off some of the nervous energy that has flooded my body. I force myself to breathe, to be still, to stay put.
I watch a tear slide over her cheek, down her neck.
"I just, I can't..." I shake my head. "You're raped and abused?"
"I was raped and abused," she says. "I've escaped, I'm free"
"Kylie. Bloody hell. That's... I don't know what to say"
"There's nothing you can say. Don't say anything."
We sit there without talking while she cries some more. I don't say a word. What can I say? This is so far out of my experience. I've never ever been close to anyone who's gone through this, and from anything I've ever heard, having this happen to them is the worst thing that could happen to a person. It's unthinkable, an offence to the natural order of the universe.
As I watch Kylie cry, I'm struck by how dignified and beautiful she is. She has endured the worst possible thing a person can go through. And all this time she's been staying with me she has dealt with this grief, keeping it to herself, trying to cope alone with something so tragic and huge. Before, I thought she may have been weak; I ignorantly assumed that a stronger person would have been able to overcome the anxiety that kept her running away. Now I think she's courageous.
"He's an alcoholic," she says, wiping her face with her sleeve. "It was such a shock when I found out. I was daddy's little girl and never in a million years imagined anything like this to happen to me. I felt safe and protected in dads arms." She sniffs again and takes a big, shaky breath. And then she tells me.
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So so sorry it's a really short chapter however it's just a filler chapter! I promise the next one will make up for it!
ps. I'm going to start doing Word Counts. Ily all
pps. it's not edited, excuse any mistakes! <3
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Sweet Damage ≫ jb & kj
FanficThe television is on, but neither of them really watches it. They laugh occasionally at stupid ads, or random bits of dialogue from whatever's on, but they spend most of the evening talking. Justin tells her about his parents, about his love for sin...
