I sit in my room alone, polishing off any leftover food, when Honey comes in. She sits timidly at the very end of my bed.
“... I was sent to make sure you’re doing okay.” She mumbles quietly. I smile.
“I’m feeling fine, although I’m slightly worried about you. Are you doing okay?”
“I’m… F-fine…” She stutters, looking down.
“I know how you feel… I know…” I tell her, leaning up. She turns towards me surprise reflecting in her eyes.
“You… Know?” She whispers.
“About the fact that in some way you were sexually forced to do something? Yeah. I know.” I smile sadly. “I know… A lot about that…”
“…You too?” She faintly asks, almost inaudible. Her eyes shine with tears.
“Me too…” I say, before I lean completely up and give her a squeeze. She sobs into my shoulder, and although I want to cry with her too, I have to be stronger. For now, anyways.
“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, although it helps to get it off your chest…” I coax, rubbing circles into her back. She shudders.
“A-alright…” She mumbles, before sitting upright, wiping her eyes. “I was nine, and… and my mother wanted me to go get my little brother from school. I didn’t have school that day… and he was only four… We were walking back, but we got a little lost, and it was dark and we were wandering the streets. A man dragged the both of us into an alley… and killed my… M-my…”
“Shh… It’s alright… That dirty son of a bitch mother fucker.” I curse.
“And… after he was… Gone… The man said that if I screamed he would kill me… And he took off my clothes… A-and…” She sobs quietly, the story wracking her weak frame. “I tried fighting, but nothing worked…” I feel anger bubbling inside of me.
“That dirty asshole! Who the fuck was he?”
“I don’t know… I couldn’t see him in the dark. He was really tall, and thin, like paper… He was wearing an army suit, one of our countries army members…”
“…I’m gonna find him, one day. I will. I will.” I pledge, holding her. “And you stay away from Ivan, the tall fellow out there with the scarf. He’ll hurt you too. He hurt me.”
“R-really? Then why is he here, if he’s a bad man?” She asks.
“…Because he felt the need to see me. He’s my boyfriend, sort of…” I try to explain, but it even sounds twisted in my mind. “Well, it’s hard to explain…”
She nods, and we sit for a few more moments. She realizes that, since she’s a maid, she has a job to do, and she rises quickly, scrubbing her face of tears.
“Be strong, dear. Don’t take shit from anyone!” I advise strongly. She nods quickly.
“Don’t worry, Tally. I can take it. Nothing worse can happen, right?” She smiles, and leaves before I can tell her otherwise.
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The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)
Fanfiction"What if... All of the worlds countries... Were people? And, to top it off, they followed all of their countries stereotypes?" Tally doesn't remember much after running away at the age of thirteen and travelling around the world. When she finds a my...
