Someone you loved - ON HOLD.

Tears dry, but the pain drowns.

Trigger Warning. This chapter may be upsetting or distressing for some readers.

"Wait, who the hell is Enzo and why was he locked up?" I switched my gaze from Becky to Charlotte gaping she would have more answers for me. Considering the state Becky was in at the moment.

"Uh, Erm..." Charlotte looked at Becky who was nodding slowly at her, she quickly turned her attention to me again, taking a deep breath she sighed straight after. "If we want you to understand, then we'll need to start from the beginning.."

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Flashback 6 years ago;

"G...Get the hell off me!" Becky shouted, pounding her fists onto the chest of the man she loved dearly. It was obvious he spent his free time in a club, probably spending all of her hard earned money on alcohol and other girls. It was a thing he did frequently, sometimes he wouldn't come back for weeks on end, but tonight she had wished he hadn't come home. She didn't know that this night, would change her life forever.

Enzo slid his hands down her torso, groping her breasts on the way down. He wasn't gentle, nor did he care for her in this moment. He only wanted one thing from her, and he was sure he was going to get it. "You smell ravishing, come to bed." He slurred his words, burping once he had finished the sentence. Becky tried scrambling away from him, getting herself to safety so the nightmare she was in had ended. It didn't work, her trying to get away from him only made him more angrier.. "Don't you dare try getting away from me, you bitch!" Slap.

Becky looked up, through tears trying to see if there was anything, any emotions in Enzo's eyes. A dead stare, his eyes were glazed over as if the alcohol had turned him into someone else. Someone she didn't know. Another strike, and another...Becky had screamed through the pain, trying to curl herself into a metal position to lower the blows. "P..Plea..se. Stop." She cried harder, pushing him away with all the strength she could muster up. Finally kneeing him in the balls, she got up and ran straight to the front door.

Enzo got up, quickly sliding across the hard wooden floor, pulling her hair, launching Becky backwards into a table. It was too late, no escaping. "What did I just say...You disobey me! You are worthless. A quick fuck for me for a few months...Nothing more than a play thing." A smirk grew on Enzo's face, as he slid his hand down her face, caressing softly.

"What...All this...W-Was fake?" She laughed once, "Wow, get the hell out."

"Oh, I will." Enzo lowered himself, grabbing Becky by the throat. "But one thing first." Any trace of the man she loved, was fully gone. He glared at her, tossing her into a wall before she felt a burst of pain in her gut. He raised his fist again, ignoring all of Rebecca's cries and pleads for him to stop, punching her in the jaw. "Shut the fuck up, before I gag you. You got that?" He looked at her, and of course she had to oblige. Enzo had grabbed Becky's wrists, bounding them with tape before dragging her through to the kitchen.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Enzo sighed, grabbing his phone from his jacket pocket. "Speak." His emotions changed quickly, before punching a hole in the kitchen wall. "Just come here, you can help me finish this bitch off."

Becky's head snapped up, she shook her head. "Wh...What the hell do you mean by finish me off.." She shook her head again, "No.. You wouldn't do this." She tried pulling at the tape on her hands, trying to free them until someone burst into the room.

"I see you've finally broke it off." Enzo's friend Aiden had smirked at her, lowering himself down. "Miss me?"

Becky sighed, shrugging before spitting straight in Aidens face. "Go fuck yourself. Both of you!" Aiden quickly groaned, standing up fully before kicking her in the ribs. "Argh!"

"I told you to be quiet. Now for that, you aren't going to like this." A smirk grew on Enzo's face, before he tore at her blouse, ripping it off. "Aiden, tie her arms tighter and grab her legs." Aiden did as Enzo said, grabbing more tape he wrapped it around her arms, binding them together before pulling her jeans down. Becky cried, screaming as loud as she possibly could for someone to hear her. Muffled screams were now all that was heard, a cloth in Becky's mouth. Aiden smirked as he finished undressing her. It was now Enzo's turn to take the lead.

Enzo sighed softly, climbing between Becky's legs, "You know, I'm glad you know that this was all fake. That I was using you, every moment with you was torture for me..Well all of that apart from your tight vagina." He bit his lip, feeling his own bulge pressing it against Becky's hip. "You feel that? Don't worry if not, you will in a minute. And believe me, you won't like it." He started undoing his fly, pulling the jeans down a little so he could free himself. Becky started to thrash, trying her hardest to get her legs free but it only earned a slap and a massive pain growing in her side.

Becky lifted her head, to come face to face with a knife sticking out of her stomach. Now she started to panic more, her breathing hitched. Her throat sore from screaming and shouting, where was everyone in the apartment complex? Did they all just magically go out today? "See what happens when you do this." One last shooting pain to come from Enzo and that'a all it took for Becky to squeeze her eyes shut and hope nothing like this would ever happen again.

Later that night

Becky laid on the kitchen floor, in a pool of her own blood. Her hands were free, but she was alone, in fact she felt more alone than she had ever felt in her life. She reached up on the table, pulling her phone down to the floor with her.

"Call Charlotte." Dial tone..Ringing tone...Oh god, please pick up.

"Hey Becks, whats up." Charlotte sounded like the normal girl she had always been, her voice like an angel.

"Help...Me..." The phone dropped, and so did Rebecca's arm...

A deep sleep consumed her.

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Sexual violence is a crime, no matter who commits it or where it happens. Don't be afraid to get help. Speak up, and don't let this define who you are.