Warning; this is a very disturbing chapter if that is something that you're not okay with then I'd suggest checking out another book.
I shake my head, somehow trying to get the box off of me even though it's on the floor in front of me. I take a deep breath before finally reaching my hand out to it . . . I can't. Maybe this belongs to someone?
I look at it, it's wide open, the lid must have slid off when it fell off of my head and onto the floor. The room is dark and I can't see what's inside and honestly . . . I don't know if I want to, something in my gut feels wrong and it's not the amount of alcohol I've consumed.
I pull the box towards me and grab whatever is in it; six envelopes.
I gulp before taking closer look, the envelopes are all white with different names written on them. Rosie, Katherine, Paula, Olivia--
I pause for a split second . . . Olivia. Could it really be my envelope? I look at the last two; Ava, Stephanie. I gulp, this can't be happening, this isn' real. why would there be an envelope with my name on it and Stephanie's and Ava's?
I take in a deep breath before finally opening my envelope. My heart sinks as I pull out a small stack of photos. Tears spill from my eyes and I feel like I'm going to throw up. three pictures of me, undressed and unconscious lying in that bed, the bed I'm facing with the blue covers. My heart shatters into a million pieces and I know I'll never be able to glue them all back together.
„no, no, no, no, no, no." I repeat over and over again untill I start to feel dizzy, this can't be happening this has to be some sort of sick dream. I rip up the pictures into small pieces and stuff them back inside of the white envelope.
I feel broken and violated. I stare at the bed with angry eyes and am instantly greeted with vague memories of lying there, fully unaware, only seconds away from falling asleep before Liam's face appears, his hands slide all over me with a trail of a burning sensation. Everything seems to be clicking and I don't want these puzzle pieces to match.
I know I won't ever be the same, I. can't bring myself to stand up even though I want nothing more than to get out of this horrible hellhole.
I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and I immediately shove the envelopes into my pocket, no one will ever see these again . . . any of these.
The footsteps continue until they reach the room.
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Teen FictionOlivia is an overly-heavy college freshman. With a dorm room and a new school awaiting, she's excited to press re-start on her life. But nothing seems to be going as planned until she stumbles into Liam, a broad-shouldered blue-eyed jock. Olivia is...