Chapter 19

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Chapter name: heart aching anxiety

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Temperance

I sigh and begin.

"My mom died in a wreck when I was little. Since I was in the car, I was always blamed. The emotional abuse turned physical. I was always in the hospital because of this. There's nowhere for me to run, I have no family I can trust. Not only are my father's eyes watching me, but Erin's too. It wasn't so out of the blue for them to suddenly want to get rid of me."

As I was speaking, tears fell down my cheeks. I haven't been able to speak freely about anything. I avoid the heady eye contact from my friends, keeping my hand wrapped around Alec's.

"That's why you're staying here," Alec speaks after a few minutes of silence.

I lay my head on his shoulder after he squeezes my hand to reassure me.

"We need to go to the police about it," Emaline pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"No, we can't!" I almost stand to my feet as I plead with her, looking straight into her empty eyes.

"We have to. They need to be put into jail." She doesn't dare look at me.

"If you do, then I'm leaving." I let go of Alec's hand, standing to my feet.

Alec grabs my arm, stopping me from leaving. "Let go of me!" I demand, yanking myself out of his grip.

"We won't go to the police. But we will keep you safe."

It's been hours since everyone went to the warehouse. They suggested I stay here since the men there are a rough bunch so here I am, standing alone in Alec's living room.

I am alone. Ella is nowhere to be found. Last I heard, she was cleaning upstairs.

I can't push down the thoughts I have—the memories.

You're so pathetic. This is why he raped you. You deserved it.

It plays through my head over and over again. I feel disgusting. I don't want to be in my skin anymore.

What if my father and Erin find me again?

What if they take me back?

What if they beat me worse?

All these what-ifs start rolling around my head like boulders.

My body is cold. I am freezing.

My body begins to tremble, and my hands started to feel fuzzy. Why am I feeling this way? Did I get sick from all of the stuff that's happening around me?

My knees feel weak.

My heart is beating so fast that I am afraid I will have a heart attack.

My heart flutters, signaling that it's skipping beats.

The air I try to inhale won't fill my lungs. I gasp for air, bringing my hand to my chest.

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