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*warning. mentions of rape and abuse in this chapter*

Mallory's P.O.V.

I wake up the following day, feeling sunlight on my face. I feel an arm around my waist and light breathing on my cheek. I open my eyes to find Jake sleeping peacefully. I look over and grab my phone off of the nightstand.

10:30 am

I see a couple of messages from an unknown number. I unlock my phone as I open the iMessage app to read them.

'Come back to me, Mallory.'

I look at the messages, confused as ever.

'Babe, please. We can have all that you want. Just come back to me.'

I continue reading as I try to think of who it is.

'I love you, golden girl."

Rick.

I hear Jake roll over in between the blankets.

"Who are you texting?" Jake says as he puts his head on my shoulder.

"I'm not texting anyone. I just got these messages," I say as he takes my phone.

"What the fuck? Who is this?" Jake asks, nearly raising his voice.

"I'm pretty sure it's my ex, Rick," I say, looking over at him. 

He scoffs, "That piece of shit got your number?" His brows furrowed as he blocked the number and deleted the chat, turning the phone off.

He looks over at me. "I can't let him hurt you again,"

Memories of Rick come flooding back to me, thinking back to when he would lay his hands on me. It was a long, painful two years, trying to escape his grasp. He would always yell at me for nothing, leaving me terrified for my life. Sometimes he would get so fed up. He'd hit me. He would take advantage of my body multiple times, and I would just suffer in silence. 

At first, I felt like it was true love. He'd spoil me, give me compliments almost every second, make love to me. After a month of dating, we even moved in together, but then his true self started to show.

It would start off as him yelling at me for the smallest mistakes and apologizing. After that, It was almost daily until he stopped apologizing and blamed me. He would leave his marks on me, and I would just cover them up as if it was nothing.

During that time, I knew Jake, although he didn't know what was happening. He would ask me if I was alright when I would see him at times, but I would end up changing the subject or just giving him a short answer.

I don't know how I made it out of that relationship, but I just packed my stuff and left. He never bothered reaching out to me, but I was afraid of what he would have done if he did find me. After that, I was left paranoid. I would see his face in every guy I would walk by, and I would panic. I even saw him in Jake, but he made sure that he wasn't Rick. It took me months for a man to touch me again. He took care of me, and he still is.

My eyes well up with tears as it comes back to me. Jake takes me in his arms and wipes the tears off of my face.

"Oh, sweetheart, you can talk to me about it," he nearly whispers, brushing the hair out of my face.

"I-I don't know," I put my hand on his chest, avoiding his look. "I see him almost all the time in my dreams. He's still haunting me, and I can't do anything about it," My voice croaks at the end, more tears coming out.

"I swear, I'd kill him if I could," he says

I begin to sob. "I don't want to think about him anymore,"