Born in prison, in love with a cliché.

𝚂 𝙴 𝚅 𝙴 𝙽

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Warning: This next part could be disturbing/triggering for some people, especially if you've dealt with sexual assault in your life. If so you can skip to the next part of this chapter. There will be a little star when it's over.

Danny was his name. 40 maybe. I was 13 and just had my first period. Because it kinda happened during dinner, everybody saw how I got my first period. Danny too. He had raped a few children and teenagers apparently. Abused and killed them. That's why mom always told me to stay away from him. I remember catching his eye as I walked to the toilet. His eyes were dark like he had just found his new prey. I forgot about it and after a little longer than a week, something happened. Puberty sometimes drove me away from my mom. We'd get into fights or I'd want some alone time. This time I just wanted to be alone. It was a sunny day and while most of the prisoners were outside, I was inside. Inside we had these so-called shared showers. Both men and women showered there. I hated taking a shower back then because it was shared like that. But that day I was so quiet inside and there weren't many people around. I thought that I knew how to protect myself anyway and so I decided to take a shower. I knew I still had to be quick about it. I walked to the shower and quickly undressed. I had just turned the shower on when it happened. Danny walked in. He walked slowly and a grin rested on his lips. He put his index finger to his mouth, indicating I should be silent. My body froze. I didn't know what to do. I could yell for the guards but he might hurt me. The guards might not even care. He walked towards me but stopped just before the wet floor. He gestured for me to come to him and I could only do that. I was 13 and scared. What was I supposed to do? When I stood in front of him, he gestured for me to turn around. I shook my head. He unbuckled his belt and pulled both his pants and underpants down. I didn't dare to look down at it. No way that this was happening. I wanted to talk, scream but I had lost my voice. I was speechless. He roughly turned me around and bent me over. The next I knew was an awful pain shooting through my body. I almost immediately got my voice back and screamed. he quickly covered my mouth with his hand. "If I were you I'd keep my mouth shut. Otherwise, I'll drown you right here and now." He whispered in my ear from behind. I bit my tongue and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain.
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After all of that, he left. "We will do this again sometime." He said in a demanding low voice. We, like I wanted this. I never told my mother or anyone else. I didn't know what to do. He raped me multiple times after that so when I turned fourteen I might've not been happy to leave my mom, but at least I never saw him again.

"Davina?" I hear. Apparently, I've been staring at the ground. I look up, right into Zach's eyes. The silence and look on my face already told him enough. Zach's breath catches and he takes a step back.

"Jesus Christ, Davina." He says and I look away. Zach stands awkwardly in my room and I don't dare to look at him again. "What else happened to you in that prison." He asks and I shake my head. "Not that much," I say softly. "When did this happen? Did you want to, or were you forced?" And my heart sinks thinking back at it. "Way back before I was sent to the youth prison," I tell him and I take a deep breath before I tell my next answer.

"It... it was... forced. It was forced." I tell him and I see him nod in the corner of my eye. "Did you ever overcome it? I mean I've been kinda flirting with you the last few days, I don't want to trigger some old memories." He says and I shake my head again. "I've gotten over it. I've started a new life here, I just have to get used to it." I shrug. Finally, I turn my head slowly back at Zach. Terrified for the look he must have on his face. But when I look at him I see something different. I can't quite place it.