He threw me on the bed, ripping my clothes off in the process. I knew not to struggle, but I do. I didn't want to feel that pain again.
The monster thrust in me, causing me to scream in pain. For what seemed like forever, he comes and pulls out. I laid there motionless, waiting for him to move out of my room. After a few minutes, he does.
I pulled my tired body into my bathroom. Turning on the shower, I stepped in. I scrubbed as hard as I could to get his scent off me, but like every time, his scent doesn't wash off, sticking to me like a second skin.
After about an hour, I give up on trying to get his scent off. I stepped out of the shower, into the steamy bathroom. Wiping the mirror, I looked into my dead gray eyes, the the purple flecks flickering back at me. My fair skin looked paler than usual, standing out against the purple and black bruises. My long white hair hanging wet on my shoulders. My chest, arms, and legs was covered in bruises and scars, old and new ones. Making me look more fragile, then I was.
I hate it, I hate him, I hate what he does to me. It's getting harder and harder to cope with everything. I can't keep living like this.
I dressed and walked to the kitchen. The pack members were all in there. They looked at me with sadness. David stares at me with tears in his eyes. He opened his arms towards me. As soon as he opened them, I ran to him, wrapping my arms and legs around him, as I cried into his neck.
He tried to calm me down by rubbing my back. David always did this when the monster did horrible things to me.
He pulls my face from his neck so that he could look at my face. Tears stains on his cheeks.
"I'm going to get you out of here" he tells me with determination in his eyes.
"When" I whispered to him
"Tonight" he and the pack members said at the same time.
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