Loving Him *complete*

Chapter 16

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Songs for this chapter:

• Once upon a dream- Lana Del Rey

• Love the way you lie- Eminem feat. Rihanna

~Nina's p.o.v.

I looked up at her, sniffling the answer that has been haunting he since we've been at the orphanage." My sister." Her face paled a bit, but she quickly composed herself once again. She let out a shaky breath and hugged me.

I didn't move back or shove her away like I probably would've. But I needed the comfort. Not only was the truth of Dawn and I being sisters is finally out its the horrible memories that came back with it. His face flashed before my eyes and I shrank. The memory of his face gave me a chilling feeling that I thought I had finally and completely gotten over.

I hayed that every time Dawn and i were ever alone, she always fought with me about what had happened. She claims that I did it on purpose and that I had planned it all alone. Like me and him had wanted this to happen so we could run away together because I had no where else to go.

But he was wrong.

The thing he was right about was him actually doing what he did and getting away with it.

I had to tell Sam. I know I had to. Even though she probably forgot who I am to her or any other , I know. can trust her no matter what. I came out of the embrace of Sam's arms and I layed on the bed, my arms and legs wide open. But I quickly rose remembering the feeling of his hands on me.

" Yes. Dawn is my sister. And yes I hate her. But there's a reason why."I said looking down at my fiddling fingers in my lap. She turned her body to me, letting me know I have her full attention.

I wiped away the tears and tried to stop crying so I could tell her the story.

From the beginning.

" It started when I had met him.. . . . . . " I said not being able to actually say his name without vomiting or feeling myself shutter.

" Who's him?" she asked.

" I can't say his name. But i'll call him 'Him.' " I said and began once again.

It was finally the weekend and I was the happiest 14 year old. I was so happy because I got to go to the music store. So my parents had let me go and gave me money so I could go, but I had to take Dawn. Dawn was annoying like the little 12 year old she is. She was the practical little baby sister; the one who would go through your stuff, ask you ' Why this,?' ' why that?'.

So we were walking over to the happiest place on earth, well for me and Dawn, and we began to talk about the things we had planned to get. But instead of hearing what she was talking about and the happiness bubbling Inside me every growing second, it vanished.

It vanished when I remembered the night before. How his hands kept groping me and pressing into my waist as he tried to get me to do things I wasn't ready for. I shivered at the memory of his hands going under my shirt and trail up to my breasts.

" Nina? Nina? Are you even listening?" dawn rang in saving me from the horrid memory.

" Sorry, just. . . sorry." I rambled laughing dryly. She just rolled her eyes, and I lightly smacked her arm. " Don't roll your eyes at me." I demanded, a hint of amusement in my voice.