Corrupted

Chapter 3

Felicity's POV:

"Hello, Kaytlynn," everyone said in unison. I just sat back, not wanting any part of this. I do not have a problem. There is absolutely no reason for me to be in a support group. This 'Support Group' is more of a rehab center. We even have our own rooms. Three months. Three. We are all staying here for three months. As for Aleksandr, he has been put in jail for domestic violence and rape. Funny, because the reason I am in here is because of him, and he because of me. A majority of these people are girls, yet there are a few guys.

"How are you feeling about being here, Kaytlynn?" Mark, the leader and founder of this support group, asked. Kaytlynn looked at her lap and replied, "I'm doing fine."

"Kaytlynn, you can let it all out here. Nobody is going to judge you. We have all been in an abusive relationship before, so whatever you have to say, will more than likely go for the rest of us, sweetheart. You can be open with us," Mark gently put his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort the redheaded girl. Well at least I know I am not the only person who didn't come here willingly. "You need to open up, don't keep it inside."

The poor girl looked so flushed. He was pushing her too hard, it's only day one.

"Hey, you don't have to completely spill your heart out to these people. You don't know them, I wouldn't do it either. So Mark, don't make her. If you want her to talk, wait for her to come to you. You'll only make her uncomfortable, so back off. Chill out and leave her alone. Move on to someone who wants to poor their little hearts out to you. Not someone who doesn't even want to be here, because if you keep pickin' on this poor girl, you will fucking get cut," I said, irritated at all of this.

I heard slow clapping, and turned around, only to meet the eyes of a strangely beautiful face. He had piercing black eyes, making is seem as he could stare into your very soul, search through your deepest thoughts. Jet black hair, falling perfectly into place, framing is pale skin. Sitting on the left side of his bottom lip were two black rings. He peered up at me from his black lashes. Dressed in a black v-neck, dark jeans, and converse. Everything about him was dark. His skin contrasted everything else he wore. He was gorgeous.

"I love how you stick up for one person, yet threaten another, all in one sentence," he says. His voice was like something sweet, yet there was a hint of darkness in that, too. There was no way to explain this man, other than one simple word. Dark. His eyes flickered up, meeting mine. My breath caught in my throat. I took a deep breath, only to reply with, "And you are?"

His mouth twisted in a lopsided grin, "Single for you, baby."

I narrowed my eyes at him, scoffing. Typical, he hits on everything that breathes. So there is a downside to this dark angel.

"What, sunshine? Not too happy to be here?" He grinned.

"No, I'm not that happy to be here. Especially with your cocky ass," I replied, turning around.

I hadn't apologized to Jake for hitting him in the nose. I cursed him the whole time I packed, which he made me do. I will not go back to being the good little girl everyone walks all over. That Felicity is long gone. This is the new Felicity Jones. And she's here to stay.

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A/N:

Alrighty guys. I know I haven't been updating. But I'm slowly yet surely writing more chapters. They are going to get longer. What do you guys think of the new 'Dark Angel'? His name will be introduced in the next chapter. If any of you have any ideas on a good name for him, let me know! I have a list and I'm trying to figure it out. It's kinda hard though lol. But no promises on using your name, but I surely will acknowledge your comment, and possibly dedicate the next chapter to you. Till next chapter, byeee!

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