First Love

Two.

Amara's POV:

I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could and locked myself in. I looked into the mirror as I took off my blazer, carefully untucked my shirt out of my slacks and pulled up my shirt and the band of my bra. I looked at the scar on my skin "C.T." it read. Those were his initials, the initials of Chase Thompson, the one and the only. I looked at the scar longer as tears dripped from my eyes and memories flooded into my head.

*Flashback*

"Chase," I muttered, my voice low and barely audible. "Please... stop," I said my voice getting a little bit higher than before, as I winced at the pain I felt from his knife piercing into my skin.

"Why?" he questioned looking at my exposed skin from top to bottom.

He looked at the scars he has put on my skin with satisfaction in his eyes. He looked at the blood dripping from the open cuts and wounds on my skin. He smirked looking at my upper torso where my bra band currently was. "Well we will have fun today," he said. He ran his hand through his hair and smirked.

"Please no!" I yelled, pleading him to not take more than he already has.

"I bought you from your mom for a reason," he said, "I can do whatever I want."

He tore off my clothes while I yelled and pleaded for mercy. I was hopeless. He didn't care. He forcefully placed both of my hands above my head; he held them with one hand and used the other hand to feel my body. He buried his face in the crook of my neck while I pleaded for him to stop. I could feel my tears start to roll down my cheek, but he didn't care. He continued to do whatever he wanted to do to me, while all I could do was a shed a tear or two.

After he had finished what he wanted to do, he looked into my eyes, "It's over but people need to know your mine," he said in a warm tone while smirking lightly. I was in pain, my lower abdomen was hurting and I couldn't see anything. I felt a sharp pain in my upper torso, and with that everything went black.

I woke up next to a dumpster in a valley. I looked down at myself to see that I was clothed in an oversized t-shirt. My head still hurt and I was still in pain. I sat down next to the dumpster. Why me? What have I done? I am only 16 and now I've lost it to a 22-year-old. The one thing that kept my pride and dignity as a girl. I lost my virginity to some sick ass bastard who my mom sold me to. One thousand dollars, was that all I was worth?

A month later

I looked down at the piece of plastic I held in my hand; two bars. I clutched the pregnancy test to my heart and slowly sank to the floor. "I'm pregnant," I whispered to myself trying to accept the fact that I truly was.

*End of Flashback*

I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes were puffy and red from the constant crying. I sat down on the bathroom counter and looked at my watch, "7:34" pm it read. I tucked my shirt back in and wore my blazer. I walked out of the restroom tidying myself up. I straightened my clothes and found my way back to the conference room. I walked inside and looked at Chase Thompson. "The deal is off", I said coldly. His jaw dropped and I turned on my heel leaving the room. Skyla followed behind me not knowing what just happened.

Skyla's POV:

Amara stormed out of the room and left to the bathroom. I knew there was something wrong, but I also knew I shouldn't bother her. There was silence in the room until Amara came into the room and gave Chase an intense look, "The deal is off," she yelled and gave the man standing in front of us a cold stare. At the corner of my eye, I noticed Addison flinch. Amara left the room and I got up and followed her. We got the car and got inside. There was awkward silence between the two of us until I said, "Why is the deal off?"

She looked at me, I expected her to yell at me for asking such a stupid question. Instead, she hugged me and started crying. She explained the entire incident. She explained how her mother had sold her and her virginity to a lunatic who had taken advantage of it. She explained how he had carved his initials into her skin and how he tortured her. The car came to a halt in front of our apartment. We both exited the car and made our way to our shared home. I turned on the lights and that was when I saw Amara's puffy red eyes. She had been crying and yet she managed to put a smile on her face by the time she was home.

"I'm tired," she stated in a soft but bold whisper and went into her room. I couldn't believe it, she had been through so much and she still has the stamina to run a company. I sat down on the couch, rested my head back and fell asleep.