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Chapter One- Hello, Darling

Jessamine's P.O.V.
(Jess-a-meen)

*WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AND LANGUAGE*

*POSSIBLE TRIGGERS*

We were on his bed, laughing, his smile widening as I blushed from the way he was looking at me. I really wanted to kiss him, and I could tell he wanted to kiss me because he was leaning in. His hand softly cupped my cheek and his lips connected with mine. All I could think about was how soft his lips were, how close we were, and how his hand was slowly moving under my shirt. A wave of panic coursed through me as I tried to softly pull away, but he gripped my waist and held me close. I started pulling harder. He knew I wanted to wait. But his hold never loosened and his hands became insistent. My stomach burned, eyes wet with tears. He was moving too quickly, far past what I was comfortable with. My hands searched for anything that I could use to push him off of me, not being strong enough myself. This was not the person that had asked me out on a date with a literal date and a cheesy pick-up line. This was not the boy that made me laugh or took me to school dances. He was not who I had been dating for the past year. He was greedy with my mouth and rough with my body. My hand found something sharp and big enough to do damage when I hit him over the head. He grunted and let go of my waist, a sneer forming on his lips. My breathing heavy and ragged, I sprinted to the door, but was captured and dragged back into the room.
"You fat bitch! You are going to regret that."
He slapped me. My cheek stung and tears fell fast. I screamed as he started unbuttoning my jeans, ripping them off, but there was no one to hear me. I pulled away, weaker than the last time and earning another slap. I sobbed as he just watched me struggle, unbuttoning his own jeans.

What happened to make him change like this?

"Stop. Please.." I whispered. He grinned. I screamed out as he entered me that night.

Again.

And again.

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I bolt upright, covered in sweat, silent tears tracing their way down my neck. I gulp in air, clutching my pillow close as the memory replays in my mind, making the tightness around my heart and stomach twist further. I run from the bed, bile rising. I heave up my small dinner from the previous night and sit, body slack against the toilet. My breathing levels out and there are no more tears leaking through my closed eyelids.

'Breathe Jessa. It's okay, you're okay now.' My wolf reassures me, calming my nerves.

She is the only one that knows what happened except for Tristan, the bastard who did it. Without my wolf, I would have killed myself. My family and friends don't know, and I want it to stay that way. The looks they would give me... I couldn't take it. And if I find my mate? He'd be disgusted.

I turn the shower on, making sure it's steaming before I get in. Water runs down my spine, gliding over my shoulders in a comforting warmth as the sweat is washed away. I follow my daily routine. Wake up in a cold, drenched sweat, throw up, shower, and head downstairs for my morning coffee.

Mom is the only one awake when I enter the kitchen. She smiles, still in her robe, holding a large mug of coffee in her dainty hands.

"How did you sleep honey?" Her voice is quiet.

"I slept fine, thanks." I smile back.

After pouring myself a cup, we both sit down at the counter, sipping our coffee and enjoying a peaceful silence. She finishes her cup and rinses it out in the sink, glancing back at me.