I'll Let You Love Me When The Tears Stop Falling

Hope

Hey guys its mysterious 👾

Just like LisRowe said, suicide is not the answer. If you need someone to talk to. Talk to a friend or even us. I am totally fine with you talking to me. I have gone through some things too. Talk to LisRowe  or me. Anything you say will stay anonymous. And I will do my best to lend helpful advice. Because sometimes people need someone who would just listen. Keep in mind theres always a light at the end of the tunnel.

- Mysterious

I woke up before my very sad excuse for a father comes and gets me. I actually had a lovely dream. I was in a golden field. The grass was moving smoothly with the light breeze. My mom appeared and gave me a hug. She said," Everything will be okay."

Then I was holding hands with this man. All I could see was his hands and his clover green eyes. His hands were warm to the touch. You can see it in his eyes that he was smiling. I heard him say in a voice that sounded familiar," I will help you." His hand caressed my cheek. I never felt that cared for in real life.

The thought of the dream made me smile. A small bit of hope came to me. But it didn't last long because HE walked in with a smirk.

" I see your up, ready to be so sore you can't walk for a week."

I didn't respond.

" Your first client. Is me."

He ripped my shirt and skirt. His tongue vandalized my once precious body. This body. I hate it. I hate my own body. It's disgusting and used. He continued and I zoned out. I let my thoughts take over.

As he was using me. I tried to find a way to escape. I've had enough of this hell. In my mind I took a mental picture and tried to find a way out.

" W..why y..-oh god.. You looking around for -oh fuck yeah- looking for."

He stopped abruptly.

And a maid walked in. Not caring what was happening. They never did.

" Master the owner and heir of the tiki company is here for a a deal."

" Send him in

He pulled out and pulled his pants up. He fixed his suit.

" Let's see which deal they want," and he walked out.

He walked in with a smirk on his face.

" They want a " Heartfillia deal. So put something sexy on you fucking slut."

I instantly grabbed my black high skirt and black laced bra.

Mr. Tiki came into my room with his son.

" Son are you sure, you don't want to have a part of the deal."

" Yes dad."

Thank god. He refused again. May the lord bless your soul.

" Well watch to see how a real man does it", the owner said.

" Mr. Tiki have all the fun you want with my daughter" the bastard said.

" ohh will do, now let me be Heartfillia."

The sad excuse left the room.

I guess he saw how stiff I was because he said," Don't be scared I'm a man I know what to do."

Your a man. Really. Your raping a 17 year old. Your not a man. Your anything but.

He started un clipping my bra and he started groping my breasts. I looked at his son. He looked like he wanted to puke.

He left the room.

His father continued till he finished.

He walked in again with a smirk on his face and he said "Dad I change my mind let me have my turn."

"Fine",his dad responded go pay Mr.Heartfillia 3,000,000 Jewel.

"I did" he responded.

"Let me watch how you work son."

"Like filing papers dad I like working in a clean, quiet place."

He grabbed my hand and took me out of my room and took me to a room no one uses.

He shut the door and locked it and looked at me with a sense of worry and concern.

" what would you like me to do I am at your command" i said like a robot."

And he did something no one ever has done and that shocked me.

He said," change into some clothes and sit down."

Like he commanded I changed into some clothes.I always have clothes all around this house because I know clients can take me wherever they want. And sat down like he told me.

"this is going sound weird but you got to make sounds like I'm hurting you OK I don't want to coming in on us."

He started throwing things around making a loud noises and saying,"Don't scream our I'll choke the life out of you."

But he never touched me.

He sat down and looked at me his eyes they were green and they reminded me of my dream. But I know that dream was long gone like all of my other ones they never came true.

He spoke

" My name is Bickslow. And don't be afraid. I am not interested I never was and I think this is wrong."

Finally I thought. Finally someone thinks what I'm going through is fucked up.

" I paid your father and I tricked my father to thinking i was going to use you ,but in reality I just wanted to speak to you."

I look at him in shock. A person actually wanted to talk to me privately without using me without touching me and actually looks pretty concerned for me.

I broke down

" why can't everyone be like you why can't every man in this fucking building be normal. Why do I have to suffer every day just to please them. Why can't they just figure out another way to relieve their stress and leave me alone", I cried.

" Listen I don't what's going on here and I don't know if this is going to help but I'm gonna come every day for three hours and I will just sit here and talk to you. Nothing will happen to you I promise. I know that's kind of hard hearing that from a guy when you have been betrayed your whole life and I know you're hurting. So the least I can do as another human is to give you the most amount of time I can to make you feel human again. To have normal conversation and not to be afraid", he stated.

I looked at him

" What would you do that for me a slut, a whore , a girl you don't even know" i argued.

" What's your name."

" Lucy."

"There now I know you", he said.

He was going to continue when suddenly a voice said.

" Okay times up"

" shit" he muttered under his breath

" Bye and keep being strong I will see you tomorrow."

He exited and my dad came in and said " Here are your pills you fucking whore."

He shoved them down my throat and I started fake crying.

" Pathetic", he said while he stormed out.

I made my tears stop flowing. And a smile was put on my face. And i haven't smiled for a long time. A person actually cared for me. A total stranger cared for me. Maybe I can grow stronger if I talk with him. So strong I can free myself from this hell. What I was feeling. I think is what people call hope.

A/N chapter made by M