The Vampire King [FINISHED♡]

The Truth

DISCLAIMER: THIS CHAPTER TALKS ABOUT SEXUAL ASSAULT

After our heart-to-heart conversation, we stayed nuzzled up to each other for a few more minutes, the sounds of our breathing and hearts beating music to my ears.
As a kid I've always wanted to find love, 'true love' is what everyone would say. But, I was different than most girls, I didn't plan my wedding or make Barbie and Ken dolls kiss, hell I didn't even have dolls. I always thought that there wasn't just a single love out there. Yes, you have a soul mate, a true love, but you also have those who you fall in love with like they are the one you've been searching for.
I thought I had that, I really did. His name was Gracen. When I first moved here school was quite hard for me, and he was the light to my darkness, which soon changed. We were friends, at first. He'd help me with school and walk me to class, compliment my outfit and my face. He made me feel good, he made me think he was my true lover. It was a total lie though.
When we first started dating several girls warned me about him, how he was a womanizer and he just wants sex and nothing more. But, I was blinded by love, which is so cliche but it's so true. When you're in love with someone, you don't want to see the truth, you don't want to notice the red flags, because you think they're perfect just the way they are.
Each time we would hang out he'd always try to make his way into my pants, but I'd stop him, tell him I'm on my period or I don't feel good, when in reality, I was a virgin. Hence the word was. One night we were drinking at a party, and mind you I have drank before, but I felt very off, very woozy and just not right. Gracen was grinding up on me and I was too fucked up to really care, but then he took me upstairs, leaving the party that was taking place, the only safe place at the time for me.
Before I knew it Gracen was all over me on a gross ass bed, and I was unable to move. I kept protesting him, asking him to stop, pleading and crying, but he ignored me, turning into a fucking demon. He raped me, he fucked me up physically and mentally that day, and not just him, but two of his other friends joined in after him, my insides ripping and tearing. I was so terrified, so broken, I couldn't yell, I couldn't fight. I let it happen, and that was the biggest mistake in my life.
They left me on that blood, bleeding and breaking apart. When I could finally get up I ran out of the room, not caring that my legs were caked with blood, not caring that my dress was placed on my awkwardly, the tears messing my makeup up. I ran, I ran as fast as I could to my apartment, sobbing, hugging myself.
When I got there I took a scolding hot shower, trying to wash away the sinister touches and kisses, trying to scrub away the horrible night. After that night, I shoved that memory away, waking up in cold sweats at night from flashbacks. I wanted to escape those feelings, escape the pain inside my heart and my hurting stomach. My insides and vagina were so fucked up afterwards, it was hard for me to walk sometimes as I continued to bleed for a day or two afterwards.
It never occurred to me that none of them used protection until I was puking up every morning, my nose being so sensitive to certain smells. I was still going to school, keeping my head down as everyone whispered about me. Apparently Gracen spread a rumor that I fucked him and his friends when I was drunk, which was a total fucking lie, but I couldn't speak up, I couldn't do anything, for no one would believe the new girl.
I was to scared to go to a clinic to see if I was pregnant, but one night I woke up from severe pain in my stomach, blood dripping down my legs and throwing up. I had to go to the emergency room, and the doctor told me I had a miscarriage. After that, I let myself go. I drowned myself in alcohol and drugs, wearing skanky clothes to feel like I am something again, craving attention. When guys would ask me out or touch me I'd immediately freak out, I'd start sobbing even. Everyone thought I was going crazy, and at one point so did I, but when I met Jungkook, something shifted within me.
I loved his soft touches, his meaningful words and his loving smile and the way he looked at me. I thought I'd never let a man touch me again or let one enter my life, but he was different. He treats me with respect and makes me feel good about myself. I haven't had a nightmare since I've been with him, but sometimes I'll have a flashback, but it's getting easier to deal with. My heart still aches, and I always wonder what would have happened if I told anyone, if I didn't have a miscarriage.
I spilled all of this to Jungkook, letting him rub my back and letting his hands intertwine with mine, letting me cry into his shoulder as he coos at me. I haven't told anyone about this, and it feels so damn good to finally speak up. I was scared he would judge me, would leave me, but he's here with me, tears spilling down his face as well. This man is so compassionate, this man is someone I've been dreaming of, my true love, my soul mate.