A Surprise That Changed Her Life

Chapter 40: Tortured

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Violet's POV

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"Aaaahh!" the breath was knocked out of my lungs as I was roughly pushed to the ground. Pain shot through my knees as they made contact with the hard concrete floor.

"Now that'd teach you," I heard the taunt of Ash. Yes, that bastard is Mark's son. Ashton Collins. "For now," he snickered.

I knew something was wrong with him.

"Why are you doing this?" I knew the answer, but I still asked.

He smiled nastily as he proceeded to tie my hands behind my back and my legs together, "Simple, babe. Dad told me to. And I can't wait to have you all to myself."

"I'd rather die," I spat.

"You'll see," he muttered and went out of the vast room, leaving me with the gruesome company of my thoughts.

Tears stung my eyes as I realized what would happen to me now. I should've listened to dad when he tried to stop me. I should've remembered the threat on my life. But no! I was so busy wallowing in misery that I forgot all about it.

Yesterday was the worst day of my life. I had woken up with a nasty hangover, only to make it worse by finding out that I had been left alone in the bed like a one-night-stand.

I was drunk, but not enough to not know where I was, what I wanted, who I was with and what I was doing. And I think that's exactly the problem. As much as I want to hold Brad responsible for this lapse of judgement, I know that I had an equal hand in it, if not more. And to make it worse, he wasn't drunk enough to forget the night either.

And yet I can't bring myself to regret my decision. Yes, it'd have been better to lose my virginity in nicer circumstances, but it's not like I can change it. What hurts is that it didn't mean anything to him. He wouldn't have left if it did.

Surprisingly I held it in until Isaac dropped me home. I didn't break down until I was safely locked in my room, away from the judging eyes of the world.

I cried. I skipped lunch. I refused to talk to mom when she persistently knocked on my door for twenty five minutes straight. Finally when I stepped out of my room, it was to grab chocolates from the fridge. I had made sure to go at a time when mom was in her room. I don't know what to tell her.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but I woke up at seven in the morning. I burst into a fresh round of tears when I saw that there was not a single message from Brad. He didn't care.

Unable to take it anymore, I threw on some yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt, deciding to vent it out by exhausting myself. I went for a run in the nearby park.

We all know how much I hate exercise. In less than fifteen minutes, I was ready to drop to my knees, but I kept going. I kept pushing myself harder. It had seemed like the only solution back then.

Around twenty minutes later, I was plopped on the bench, with my eyes closed and my breathing hard. I didn't hear the approaching footsteps. I only felt a soft material on my face and a sharp smell. After that, I lost consciousness.

I was brought back with a slap to the face by none other than Ashton Collins. And then he dragged me out of the car and into the dirty warehouse. You know what happened next.

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I heard footsteps. Heavy footsteps. Coming my way.