Two Broken People

Anxiety Attack

 WARNING. THIS CHAPTER MIGHT TRIGGER PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN IN A BAD SITUATION WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS OBJECTIFIES THEM. YOU WERE WARNED. 

                                                                                           Tori's P.O.V.

  Elliot brought me over to the couch and just held me close. Unknown tears shocked me as they fell from my face. "I-I'm sorry.", I whispered. "Don't be.", he murmured. He kissed the top of my head and stroked my hair as I held onto him. "We'll be out of this soon. You'll be safe and so will your family. I won't let anything happen to you or your dad.", Elliot whispered in my hair. After a long moment of silence, I whispered a, "Thank you." I went upstairs and changed back into my normal clothes which were clean, hung up the white dress in the closet, and came back downstairs to Elliot. We couldn't relax, knowing that we were in Tyrell Wellick's home, but we somehow managed to sleep together on the couch after the long countless hours of being in each other's arms. It surprised me because Elliot wasn't fond of touching and yet he held me. 'Why?', I asked myself. I bugged me. I kept asking that question over and over, 'Why would he do this? If he didn't like it then why do it?' It got on my last nerve. I couldn't figure out the enigma that was Elliot Alderson and if I couldn't figure out the enigma that was Elliot Alderson, then this probably wouldn't work out. Just like all of my other serious relationships. It killed me. It killed me because I was always the one who wanted things to work the most in every serious relationship. My anxiety caused me to pull away from Elliot. I missed his strong arms around me. I wanted to stay there forever, but I couldn't. I didn't want to go any further. I was frightened. It might always be this way. I had to be strong. I had to stand on my own. I couldn't let a silly thing like love break me. Not ever again. I want to tell him so bad that I wanted stay with him forever, to tell him the truth that was buried beneath my fear. The truth that we both knew. My anxiety would never let me do that.  

  "I'm sorry.", I finally said. Elliot looked at me confused. "I'm sorry I can't give you what you want.", I whispered that last part. "What do you think I want?", Elliot asked still confused and oblivious. "You.....you want..", I couldn't get my words to come out. I couldn't think of the right thing to say. Why was I such an idiot? 'There's no way I can make this sound crazy or weird.', I thought with crushed hope. "You want me to say that I love you, and I can't. Not yet. I mean I don't know for sure.", I closed my eyes so I couldn't see the  disappointment in his. 'I'm afraid. Just tell him that you're afraid.', I thought to myself. My heart spead up. I couldn't think straight. I got up and paced about the room. I faced the other direction when I spoke,"I'm afraid to love anyone. I know it sounds lame, but I'm afraid. People haven't really stuck around before." "People?", Elliot asked and from the sound of his voice I could tell he had got up from the couch and walked closer to me. "People.", I gestured with my hand before I said more and shrugged to play off my difference on the very critical matter of my very fractured and broken heart, "People I've dated." "Oh.", Elliot said quietly. I turned to look at him. He was looking at the ground. 'Oh no. I've hurt him. I've said something wrong. I screwed it all up.', I thought with paranoia. "Its .....I.....", I tried to clean up my mess and failed. "I can understand that. Not many people stick around me.", he looked at my eyes intently. I turned my head to look away from his stare. We then both awkwardly walked back to the couch and sat on the opposite sides. This was getting extremely difficult and extremely awkward to be this far away from him. So I scooched closer. And then we ended up sleeping in each other's arms again. I woke up and slipped out of Elliot's embrace to go to the restroom upstairs. In the middle of me doing my business, I heard the front door downstairs open and close. Tyrell. He was home. Great. As I finished up I heard someone walk upstairs.  'No. Oh my God! Why is Tryell such a sleaseball?', I thought. Just as I was pulling up my pants, the door to the bathroom swung open. There Tyrell stood, tall, menacing, terrifying, with a smirk on his face. He was staring at my crotch area, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.  My breathing spead up as I zipped up and buttoned my pants. Then I calmed myself and walked over to the sink and started to wash my hands. "Need something in here?", I asked him calmly.  He didn't answer making my anxiety spike. "You changed your clothes.", Tyrell whispered from behind me. "I was uncomfortable.", I said quietly.  Tyrell smiled and walked closer to me. My heartbeat increased speed and my legs felt like they were stuck to the floor, until he moved me and slammed me into the wall blocking me from any possible escape. "I can make you even more uncomfortable.", Tyrell said with purpose. I knew he meant what he said. Although I wasn't so sure he meant it in a way that would cause me to go to the hospital. I just stared at him perplexed. He looked at my chest and smiled,"32 C cup. Wonderful size. I'd love to bite them." My shocked expression turned to a terrified and mortified expression. "Do you like it? When men bite you?", Tyrell asked with a wicked glint in his eyes. My heartrate sped up faster and faster. "Don't....", I could barely get the words out of my mouth before he kissed me rough and passionately with brute force and a tinge of hatred.

  He pulled away for a second to speak, "You won't regret this. I can promise you that. Resist all you want, but I know you want me Victoria. Elliot is mine, but you could be mine too." 'Like I'd ever be a part of that kind of thing.', I thought. Its disgusting.  "You.....", I tried to break free from his mouth but he still kept forcefully kissing me. I heard someone run upstairs just as Tyrell had slipped his hand up my shirt and under my bra to cup a feel on my left breast. I fought against him, and almost screamed into his mouth as Elliot opened the door. His eyes were wide in shock as Tyrell playfully bit down on my bottom lip and removed me from his grip. Tyrell stood there smug as I fell to the floor. Even though I didn't kiss him back, Elliot saw Tyrell kissing me. Who knew what he would assume. Tears fell from my eyes. "What are you crying for? I know you enjoyed it.", he said in a low voice. The fact of the matter was, I did. However Elliot was the one I wanted to kiss. Tyrell was a terrifying tyrant. Elliot was sweet, caring, and very trustworthy, but why didn't trust him with my heart? "Tyrell! I trusted you!", Elliot shouted. "No offense Elliot but, you and I both know I'm not to be trusted.", Tyrell said to him intently. "Tori, what happened?", Elliot asked with worry in his voice and when I didn't answer he asked again, "What's going on?" "He.....I  ..", I really did try to answer him, but all that came out of my mouth were sobs. My eyes were faucets that never shut off. Elliot held me and looked at Tyrell with such a terrifying warning look that could melt someone's skull. "I don't think that staying with you is our best option.", Elliot sad with disgust. "You came here, remember? You needed me to hide her here! You don't think I'd need some kind of payment? Or a reward for putting up with such a little trollup? She is a fine little trollup though. Very well put together. It's too bad you are considering leaving. You could just stay here and we ALL could have some fun. Just the three of us.", Tyrell looked from Elliot to me, then back to Elliot. "No.", I heard Elliot say as he carried me bridal style out of the bathroom and down the stairs. "Please just put me down. I can walk.", I said under my breath. He did and I ran out the front door and down the street.