Chapter 14

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StephenJames: Missing my sweet girl

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StephenJames: Missing my sweet girl

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This guy is delusional.

I chuck my phone to the side after logging out of instagram. I don't even remember taking any of these photos, yet here is he posting me on his instagram page.

"How are you feeling?" My dad's sister, Khloe asks me as soon as I take a seat opposite her.

"Weird." I rub the back of my neck. "I haven't left my home in two weeks, everything feels quite surreal at the moment." 

"Have you spoken to that Stephen guy?" She asks as she sips her cocktail. 

"No." I scratch at my arm. "He keeps calling and showing up but I changed the codes. My mom got me extra security at the gate."

"That's good." Khloe nods. "Your mom is good like that."

"I'm disappointed in myself." 

"You should be proud of yourself." I give her a weird look. "Most people would not be talking about their addiction like you are. You are not denying that you have a problem and I commend you for that. None of us knew about your drug addiction until you left, this is the first time that you have been open with anyone about this."

"I feel so dirty." I whisper as I play with my hands. "I'm really scared, Khloe."

"I've booked you an appointment tomorrow with my doctor." Khloe says as she hands me a bottle of water. "I want you to get checked out. We can help you get through this but you have to be honest with you and you have to let us help you. I know that you were probably sleeping with the guy so we can do pregnancy and STD tests."

"He slept with me." I mumble. "Plenty of times."

I look off into the distance as I remember the times when I would wake up and Stephen was already inside of me. 

"He raped you?" Her mouth drops and I shrugs.

"Nobody would believe me." I give her a sad smile. "I'm just a druggie."

Khloe places her hands over mine and gives it a light squeeze as a lone tear falls down my face.

"I'm fine." I murmur. "I'm going to be ok."

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