Risen.

Chapter 5

What?

Daniel hit me?

Like, the guy who dated me for like what ... 2 hours, raped me and got me pregnant?

OK. Right now I don't know what to do and I can tell from the look in Alissa's face that she feels the same way. I sit up and put my face in my hands. My movements cause Julie to wake and she looks up at me laughing when she sees it's me. I look down at her and at that moment the only thing I remember is how my check I hate her father.

And then I start to cry.

A year ago.

"Ahhh", Alissa my best friend screams.
I laugh, throwing my head back because this is exactly how I envisioned she will react.

I can't blame her.

I just told her that Daniel Watson, a twenty five year old billionaire just asked me to have dinner with him. Finally, my good looks can attract something good. All my life I had been violated by my step dad and my step brother. As I grew older, the abuse spread to random men and mostly my step father's friends. My mum always blamed me for it. She blamed me for seducing her husband and although she didn't stop it, I knew she didn't mean it. But when I couldn't take it any longer I ran away and I met Alissa who I will be forever grateful for meeting.

She had curled my thick hair into even thicker waves. She had given me a make over and I didn't recognise myself.

When I was "ready" to her standards I was allowed to see the mirror.

I took my breath away.

"Oh my god, thank you so much" I said wrapping my arms around her. She smiled at me, obviously pleased with her work.

A few minutes later the doorbell rang and I opened the door eager to see my date. But I came across a chauffeur who lead me to the location of the car.
As impersonal as that seemed, I didn't want to let anything come in the way of my happiness. Like I was going in a date with a billionaire. How many girls get that?

I stepped into the tinted limousine and I see Daniel sitting across from me with his phone in his hands. He doesn't look up. To hid my insecurity I start fiddling with my hands. After a while he seemed to notice I exist and looks in my direction.

"You look good ...Alexis" he says.

"Thanks and it's Eva".

He looked at me with a flat expression before saying,

"I really don't care".

I was taken aback but I stared at the window already regretting this. Somehow every guy manages to make me feel like this, like trash. I bit me lips trying to hold back the years which are threatening to spill. I am going to give you a quick preview of my life. When I was 13, I was raped by my step father. I told my mum but she was too absorbed in the wealth that came with been the wife of my step dad that she told me it was my fault. My own mother. She deserves an award doesn't she?

She said I was wearing "provocative" clothing around the house and trying to tempt her husband.

Yes, you just met my mum.

Anyway my step dad and my step brother raped me consistently until I ran away from home. I was depressed thinking I was the problem. Then I met Alissa who has been ... My life

I thought things had changed when Daniel asked me out but sitting here in this car with tons of make up on my face, I don't feel like a girl going on a date with one of America's youngest billionaires. No. I feel like what I've always been called. A whore.

When reach the venue if our "date" and I climb down from the car. It's Sheraton.

Oh OK.

I have no idea what we are doing in a hotel so I look very to Daniel and very quietly ask

"Are we in the right place?"

"Of course we are", He says with a smirk.

Although my brain tells me otherwise I follow him. He gets the keys to a luxury suite and winks at the receptionist. I almost roll my eyes. Scratch that. I roll my eyes.

When we get to the suite, he pours me glass after glass of wine while making meaningless conversation. When I am tipsy he moves over to me and starts kissing me. I push him back laughing but he talked my arm and forces it behind me. I realise what is happening but I am way too drunk to fight him off. I cry and beg up m but he doesn't bat an eyelash. He rapes me his sole intention to cause me pain and to degrade me. At that moment I decided my fate.

I would never fall in love.

It just wasn't for me.

Call me stupid. Call me foolish but I went into the suite he booked so that we could "get to know each other better". I knew what he wanted, why all men want. My body. But I felt like if he liked me enough, we could make a marriage out if it. I would feel like I had a purpose. Finally.

We entered the suite he had reserved for us. At least i thought it was a suite till I entered it. It was larger than my house.

"Wow!"

He looked impressed that he had been able to impress me. We had champagne.. scratch that I had champagne. Glass after glass, bottle after bottle, I drank Champagne till I couldn't see straight no more. Then he carried a wasted me into the bedroom and raped me.

He killed my self esteem and respect in men to the bone. But not because he raped me but the manner in which he did. To degrade and hurt me.

The next morning as I gathered my belongings, I decided one thing. I sealed my fate. I would NEVER fall in love.

Because the world lacks it in about 7.6 billion people.

Hey guess what? That's everyone!

AN

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