[A/N: In the previous chapter, I asked you to vote. Now.. even though the vote that won, was to make a lemon chapter. I decided I'm NOT going to make one just yet.. A few people made valid comments that I never even thought of while asking for the vote. Why would "the reader" want to have sex after nearly being raped? Thinking about it now. It makes no sense. BUT DONT WORRY! For the people who wanted a lemon. Keep an eye on upcoming chapters. You'll get what you want eventually. (Below is the voting score for anyone who is interest to know) ].
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BEN Drowned POV "Ben! Get off of it! Don't grab me like that!" Though I couldn't bring myself to release her shirt from my grip. I was just so angry, so much rage built up inside of me. I wanted to go back to that alleyway and kill that bastard over and over and over. Each time more painful than the last. "Ben please! You're scaring me!" She whimpers as her fists thump against my chest and her nails scratch at my wrist. Desperately trying to remove my grasp from her shirt. "I will not allow this.. why did you let him do this to you.. I should be the only one allowed to perform such acts upon you." I growl as my grip tightens, pulling her even closer as my anger grew. However, as I held her, all I could think about was her smooth skin that covered her shoulder as it lays vulnerably on show. As if to call my name. Only making my lust grow higher than my anger. "Ben.. Ben what are you talking about?-" "I want you, all of you, selfishly to myself." I state bluntly. My eyes glow a fiery red as I lower my head down to her bare shoulder as my grip tugs at her shirt. Ready to bite down onto her soft skin. "Ben no!" I suddenly let go as her fist makes direct impact with my gut, winding me, only for her nails to scratch down hard across my face before she pushes me away, running out of the room. Fuck! I don't know what came over me. I wasn't going to take advantage over her after something so traumatic but I couldn't stop myself. "[Name]! Wait!" I run after her as best as I can until she locks herself inside the upstairs bathroom. Slamming the door right in my face. I could hear her cries from behind the door. I felt, not only angry at that man, but angry at myself. "[Name]! [Name] I'm sorry! Open the door!" Desperately trying to open the door but to no avail. She had locked it from the inside and left the key on the lock, preventing me from opening it from this side. "Please [Name]! I don't know what came over me-" "No Ben! You knew perfectly well what you were doing... how could you do that to me!! After what had just happened before I got home! I was nearly raped Ben! You would have known that if you were around when you should be!" Only thing was. I was there. I know what nearly happened but I just couldn't tell her. Not yet. "I'm so sorry [Name]! I'll never leave you alone and I'll always be there to protect you! Open the door!" She doesn't answer me. Only the sound of her tearful cries could be heard. I felt like such an idiot. If I had just controlled myself.. she wouldn't be locked away from me behind this door. "[Name] listen. I know I may not be around a lot to protect you.. but that doesn't mean I don't care about you!" There was once again no answer, but the sound of her crying started to decrease, so maybe I was starting to get through to her.
Readers POV I sat upon the bathroom floor with my back pressed against the door. I had already locked it but this was just for extra measures. I just couldn't stop crying. After what happened in the alleyway, and then to have someone I care about try to do the same.. I felt so much anger, so much fear. I just couldn't stop the flow of tears that poured down my cheeks. "[Name], I care so much about you, you're always on my mind! I just.. I just got so angry looking at those marks that were left behind from your trauma. It made my blood boil! ... the truth is..." There was silence as he cut himself off, I had to hold back my cries in order to hear his voice. At first I didn't care for what he had to say. But I felt like my heart wanted to listen. And as a child, my mother always said.. '[Name]. Always listen to your heart. It will guide you more than your mind.'
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"Mommy Mommy!" I run crying to my mother as I held my broken camera in my hands. My father had bought me a Polaroid camera for my 6th birthday. I wanted to be a photographer when I grew up! "Oh dear! What happened sweetheart!?" My mother asks as she crouches down, placing her hands under mine as they held the remaining camera pieces. "The kids in the play park.. they.. they.. they broke my camera!! They think photophy is rubbish!" My mother smiles at my young, mis-pronounced word for Photography. But her smile soon drops when she sees the pure sadness written across my face. Raising one of her hands to my cheek, she softly wiped away my tears with her thumb. "My sweet angel... it hurts me deeply to see you cry.. Don't listen to those children.. you must listen to your heart. It will guide you more than your mind. If you listen to your mind more than your heart..... you'll end up like those silly children who don't respect art! Huh!" I giggled loudly as my mother started to vigorously tickle me below the ribs. Putting a smile on both mine and my mother's face. "You love art. It's in your heart. So follow your heart.. just like mommy did."
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"The truth is [Name].. I, I really like you.. I mean.. I like you as, more than just a friend. It hurts me deeply to see you cry, or even see you show the slightest hint of sadness... I, I-" I stand to my feet and unlock the door , opening it slowly as his apologetic expression fixed on me. "I love you."
