the ringing phone is slowly starting to annoy me but i decide to let it finish, while i take the almond milk out of the fridge and some frozen berries from the freezer. finally the phone stops vibrating and making noise. for two sweet minutes i peacefully start making a blueberry smoothie adding some oats and chiaseeds. then, again my phone starts buzzing and vibrating. for two seconds i argue with myself not to answer like an annoyed bitch but pretend to be woken up by this call. i am a quite good actor. "hello?", i ask with a sleepy voice.
"hey. it's... -"
i immediately recognise the voice and my heart stops beating for a few shocked seconds. no. no, it can't be.
"... me, Parker. you still remember me, right, baby? tell me you wouldn't love to suck this dick. i know you still think about me... "
i do. every night. and my body immediately starts to shake while remembering those frightening months.
"how would you like me to come over and fuck your useless, tight pussy, huh? use you like i did in the good old days. you loved that, right? tell me you loved that, slut..."
he won't stop. he will hunt you down again. he will hurt you again.
i have to gather all my self-control to stop myself from whimpering and collapsing in the middle of the kitchen.
" why won't you answer, you useless piece of shit? aren't you happy to hear your masters voice again. gosh, i miss your ass and tits..."
at this point i don't even know why I'm still listening to what he's saying. i feel how I'm zoning out, getting flooded by memories.
reddish skin. pain. screaming. his laughs. grunts. heavy breathing. groans. sweat. the bruises on my skin. blood.
" I'm soon going to make you scream again, babe, don't worry."
and just before i decide to end the call he hangs up. i struggle to find the counter, searching for a bit of stability, as i feel my legs slowly giving in. my thoughts are going crazy. the anxiety is coming back. i burry my hands in my hair, messing it up even more, while kneeling on the kitchen floor. why is he able to call you? the last time you checked he was locked up in jail. you have to inform the police. but he will punish me for that roughly as soon as he gets his hands on me. please. he will beat you again. he will shove it down your throat. he will make you bleed. with shaky hands i dial 112 and try not to drop my phone.
"hello 112,how can i help you?"
"police. i need the police."
- i stutter shakily.
the nice lady tells me to stay calm and hands me over to the police station's signal.
"hello, you were connected with Londons main police station, you're talking to officer Williams. how can i help?"
"my name's Ivy Moone and i want to report something. the man, who abused me for a year, Parker Jones, just called me and told me that he would find me and abuse me again. he should be in jail. lifelong."
i try to sound calm but i fail.
"yes. i know about the Moone-Case. and as i see i just received an Email saying that Parker Jones somehow escaped prison..."
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Ngẫu nhiênivy's world is dark. she fled from her abusive mom, who treated her like a waste of money and space. she fled from everything that could've hurt her any longer but there's still a well known emptiness inside her chest. she still wants to die. die in...
