Fallen But Unwithered

(19) Situations and consequences!!

**ABUSIVE CONTENT**
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'If you think a flower is beautiful, don't pluck it. Instead, water it daily.'

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Thea

"I need to have some rest now." I mumbled to myself, managing the blanket over my body.

I closed my eyes and was about to fall asleep when I heard a creek sound at the door. I looked at the door and the sight I saw there made me shocked, speechless.

"Quiver!" I gasped.

He must be the person I hated the most, because I can't remember myself hating anyone else more than him. Despite the fact that, two years ago, he meant the world to me, today I could see the definition of hell in his face.

I still remember the day he had shown his true face to me. He had been a caring and loving boyfriend, I mean that's what he showed to be until that day. We had a party at Sam's place and everyone was drunk. The music was turned on in a very high volume and everyone was mad dancing. Meanwhile, one of Sam's friend whom we had not formally encountered came near to me and started dancing. I didn't bother about it at all. I was so very drunk, like any other teenager of my age. He slowly grabbed my waist and started tracing across my belly. He was really very close to me I knew, and I didn't seem to bother. But this was before someone came and knocked him down on the hard floor. It was Quiver.

Quiver then grabbed my wrist tight and took me to his car. I was not much bothered because I only had my half senses. I was heavily drunk. We soon reached to his house. I thought that he would take me to the bedroom and tell me to rest because I was drunk. But no! He did something that I hadn't even imagined in my dreams.

He pulled me to the kitchen and placed me on the counter table. He somehow managed to get my hands tight, I don't remember how. I only remember partly till here. But then, I was suddenly woken up to my most deadliest nightmares. Quiver had splashed water over my face. I could hear good, but the vision was still slightly blurred. I could hear him turning the gas stove on and he was doing something. Maybe preparing a coffee, I thought. But I was suddenly woken up by a strong burning sensation in my thigh which gradually changed into piercing. My eyes, now opened wide. I looked at my thigh to see it bleeding massively and the cause was a red hot steel knife. I was so shocked that I couldn't even react properly but scream like a baby. The wound was advancing and it reached near my knee. The whole section from my inner thigh to the knee cap was bleeding. I screamed loud with pain and tried setting my hands free but it was of no help. The continuous screaming might have made him even more angry that he gave me a stern, horrifying look and a tight slap. I kept myself from crying, but the sobs wouldn't stop. The pain was so unbearable.

"Quiver. Please. Leave me!! Why are you doing this?"

"Don't you know whom do you belong to?" Quiver asked me, playing my chin till my beauty bone with that sharp edged knife.

I was so scared to speak. I didn't say anything. He rose his fierce eyes into my frightened ones, with the knife still in my neck, he screamed.

"You bloody slut. You abandoned me, right? But don't worry I won't let you live after that."

I was speechless, hopeless and just so scared I could not think of anything.
I kept on sobbing.

Suddenly he moved the sharpened tool so fiercely that it tore my netted tank top exposing my bra.

He, then, started to draw circles with the edge of the knife on my chest.

"Please....Please.. Quiver. I'm sorry. I am yours. Please. Leave me....Please, I promise to n-not do that again. Please!" I pleaded crying heavily.

"Uh, baby. No,I'll not stop. You belong to me, right?
And I have this habit of not sharing my belongings with others and writing my name on it."

I widened my eyes. I know his intentions were not good, but slowly it was turning into something, wild.

But soon, the thing I expected not to happen was the thing that exactly happened. He pierced the knife onto my chest, sculpturing his name.

I roared and shouted in pain. But every time my voice grew louder, he would just slap me or pierce even deeper. All I could do was regret on my decision of being in a relationship with him.

He finally ended up with his work of carving his name onto my chest. And, if that was ever going to end, he rushed towards the kitchen and brought a jar full of salt, and started sprinkling it on the wound. I cried a lot in pain, begging him every time to please forgive me, but he didn't seem to give a damn. He would sometimes pour hot oil on my arms or whip me with his leather belt. I just wished Ronny would come searching for me, but God didn't show me mercy.

After almost an hour of continuous torture, he stopped and stepped into the couch in the living room. I was still tied, bruised black and blue. My whole body felt numb with pain, it could not feel anything now. I felt as if it would be a relief if someone killed me, because death would be too easy for me to face as compared to the torture I was facing.

After a couple of minutes, he suddenly came up to me and started to loosen my hands. I could not see what he was doing, all I could see was a blur. I felt him lifting me up and then he threw me into the bed. I didn't even realized him revealing me all and then he went into me, fiercely. The thing, the moment and the closeness I shared with him when we were this intimate, was no longer now. I realized that I was nothing more than an unwanted belonging to him, with which he could do whatever he liked and pour down all his frustrations and anger. I tried getting him off me but he had grabbed my wrist and was charging upon me, ruthless. My lower abdomen groaned with pain and I protested Quiver. But, he didn't seem to give me any notice and was busy satisfying himself. I felt pity on myself and wanted to die.

"Come with me." Quiver demanded from the door,  of the hospital bed.

"Why?" I questioned.

"I am not suggesting you. I am ordering you. Come with me if you don't want to see your brother's tombstone before you die."

I widened my eyes. I was not afraid of this bastard , but was not sure of this psycho's psyche. So I just thought I would go with him. I love my brother and moreover, he had just found his love.

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A.N.
Hello guys! How did you like this part?
I wanted to create a twist in Thea's life. Of course, this will be causing a lot of effect in Ronny and Plexi's life.
Can't wait for what will happen next.. super duper excited.

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