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"It is what it is. It was what it was." — Unknown.

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Octavia

       "You're shitting me, G. You have to be," I say, looking at her as she laughs harshly, pulling her hand away from her stomach as she shakes her head.

       "I wish I am." She bites down on her lip, a single tear rolling down her cheek. She closes her eyes. I can't imagine what she's feeling right now. I know the fear of getting raped but I've never experienced it, or met someone who has. But here she is, someone who went through it.

       "How many times?" I ask her, giving her a few moments to recollect herself.

       She doesn't answer me.

       "How many times Gloria?" I ask more firmly.

       "Twenty-seven times," she whispers.

       "Holy shit!" I shriek. She flinches and covers her face with her hands.

       "I know what you're thinking, you, like everyone else, just think that I'm a slut but I'm not, okay? He threatens to kill me if I say no, Octavia, and—and I had no choice, he raped—"

       I cut her off, softly. "I believe you." She looks at me for a few seconds before breaking down completely.

       Gloria sobs, throwing her arms around me and hugging me tightly. I lean my head against her shoulder, wishing I could hug her back but I can't with the handcuffs wrapped around my wrists. Her hands grip my shirt and my shirt starts to soak with her tears.

       "Hey, we're gonna get you out of here, okay? You're not going to marry that white devil, you hear me? I think your Mom is gonna kill him before anything else happens." I say, chuckling as I imagine how Kendall will react to this news. Yeah, she's definitely going to kill him.

       Gloria lets out a small laugh before she leans away from me. I smile at her softly and she smiles back at me before looking over at her mother and uncle. "How are they?" she asks me, sitting back in her chair, wiping her face.

       "Um, now, they're unconscious. That bitch Kady over there turn on us, jeez I should've seen that coming, and well, they'll be pissed when they wake up." I say, motioning toward them with my head. "And your Aunt, well she stormed off, I don't know what happened since she was talking to your Grandpa in Spanish."

       "Demi is not my Aunt," Gloria tells me, looking at me with pursed lips and narrow eyes.

       "What? What do you mean—" I'm cut off as I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up, only to be met with the smiling white devil. His hand is on my shoulder and the other is resting on Gloria's shoulder. I don't miss the way she flinches at his touch.

       "Get your hands off of me white devil." I hiss at him and he gives me a look, squeezing my shoulder in response.

       "I never got your name," Leonardo crouches down beside us, smiling at me as his hand travels lower my back. "I'm Leonardo, this is my fiancé." He motions to Gloria beside him.