Adventuress Love | S.M & C.C

Physical And Mental Scars

Trigger warning: sexual assault and rape is mentioned.

Camila's POV

Babysitting Griffin was the most fun. Occasionally, Shawn would come home early just to teach a thing or two to Griffin about sports and guitar. Although he was only five, he was a quick learner.

Tonight was no different except the only thing is, now Riley knew about my experience with Matthew and she was the most sorrowful about it. But, I couldn't come through to her and it scared me but Shawn was right by my side, cradling me as I let out my emotions.

Riley
Hey! I'm running late tonight. Matthew said that his sister can come pick Griffin up.

It was hard to comprehend why Griffin could not have just been taken care of by Matthew's sister. When I met her, she was the complete opposite of Matthew. She was sweet, gentle, and caring.

Camila
Yeah, no problem!

It was already 6:02 PM and I received another text that Matthew's sister, Elena would be on her way here. I was relieved to know that Griffin wouldn't be in Matthew's hands but I was still very weary about this whole situation. Shawn wouldn't be home until later tonight. At least once a month is he working really late and those days truly sucked but still, it worked for us and we were grateful for the amount of time we had to spend together on the daily.

The doorbell rang and both Griffin and I came to a stop. We were building some legos to pass the time and we were having the best time, "stay here, Griffin...your aunt is here." He pouted but suddenly stopped to continue on with his legos. There were times where Griffin would explain how sometimes if he did something wrong or bad, he would be yelled at and sometimes hit. It hurt to hear and I cried to Shawn on the phone and he reassured me that he'd be okay and that's why I was taking such good care of him and that Riley will come around.

I opened the door and I almost had the wind knocked out of me. "M-Matthew...what...what are you doing here?" I felt my hands shake from inside my pockets. I felt so small against him because I always lost to him. He smirked at me before getting closer and soon enough, he welcomed himself into the home. "I didn't...let you in." I turned on my heel to face him now that he was inside. "I'm here for my son." His deep and husky voice sent shivers down my spine and I almost wanted to puke. "But...how are you?" He stepped closer to me and I backed up but I soon came to a stop when I met the wall. I was cornered and there was nothing more that I could do.

He placed his hands on either side of me, our lips a whisper apart. "Matthew, get away from me." I demanded, suddenly getting my voice out of my throat. "Or what? Don't you...miss me?" He whispered into my ear, his hands now travelling up and down my body as I desperately tried to push him away but failed when he got a harsh hold on my wrists, making me whimper in pain. The tears rushed down my cheeks and I prayed to all the God's out there that someone could hear my muffled cries for help. I didn't expect Griffin to hear anything nor did I truly want him to. It would be traumatizing for him to see.

My body felt like a thousand knives were being stabbed into my body. At the moment, I seriously wanted life to just end as he shoved himself into me and undressed me as if I meant nothing. He grabbed, hit, scratched and slammed into my small body and all I could truly do was cry and hope that someone would come and save me. No one could.

After what felt like years of torture and humiliation, he stopped and dressed himself and yelled at me to dress myself too. He left the bedroom first, leaving me to freshen up and hide as many of my physical and mental scars before making my way back down.

"G-Griffin...your dad is...here to pick you up." I wiped my tears and sniffled but they didn't go unnoticed by Griffin. He asked me what was wrong but Matthew had answered for me, "she was having a rough night, bud. Don't worry...she's okay now." Griffin shrugged and gave me one last hug before leaving. I didn't want him to go off with his father but I truly had no control over the situation and the only person that could truly fix this was Riley.

I cleaned the sheets, comforter, and pillowcases to hopefully wash the bad memories away. I was struggling and I cried as I looked like an idiot, frantically waiting for the sheets to come out of the dryer. "Baby...what are you doing?" Shawn dropped everything and ran to me, "are you okay? What happened?" I dropped to my knees and just cried into his chest as he whispered sweet nothings and ran his fingers through my locks. He cupped my cheeks and I didn't even look him in the eyes. I couldn't. I felt so ashamed and so broken like I once did before.

I worked so terribly hard to get back on my feet and to not worry about people like Matthew but now, all those memories are back and all the hard work went to shit.

It took a terrible while to explain what happened, mainly because I was ashamed and embarrassed but I knew that I couldn't just not tell him. Shawn gripped onto me tighter, anger was clear in his eyes but yet they were still soft towards me. "Oh my god...baby, I'm so sorry." He cried as he cradled our bodies back and forth, "I'm so, so, so, sorry, my love." He kissed my lips, softly before going back to hugging my body, shielding me from everything. I couldn't manage to say anything else besides the whimpers that escaped through my quivering lips, "I should've been here...I'm so stupid." He shook his head and I stopped him, "no. This is not your fault. Please...don't blame yourself." He nodded his head before comforting me again, "I'm going to kill him, Mila." He sounded so serious but I knew he wouldn't but what I did know, was that he'd most definitely do anything in his power to make Matthew pay for what he did. "I can't...I can't sleep on that fucking bed, Shawn. I can't...please can we not sleep here?" I shook his messed up collar, begging to be heard.

He smiled, softly, getting a hold of my wrists and kissing both of them. "Anything for you, baby. We can go to a hotel...is that okay?" Shawn asked me and I just nodded. I let him do the packing as I sat in silence, overthinking everything.

"I'm taking time off work...I need to be here with you. I'm not leaving you alone, baby." He cupped my cheeks before placing kisses all over my tearstained ones. I assured him that he really didn't have to although I really did want him to stay because I felt safe with him, "no. I'm going to." He said, so sure of his answer.

I didn't object because he was in the right for staying with me and also because I so desperately wanted him with me. "I love you, Camila. I'm so sorry...you're so strong and you will get through this, my love."

Nothing was going right and nothing could take away from what happened but with Shawn, everything felt right and loving. I felt the safeness and the sweetness radiating from his body to mine. There was no pressure and no harm that could be done to me when Shawn was with me.

A/n

Sexual assault and rape is not a fucking joke. It's wrong and I can't imagine anyone going through such a thing ❤️ My heart goes out to any survivors out there. You are so strong!

Anyways, Matthew sucks. Next chapter should be interesting.

REAL QUESTION IS:

WHO WANTS TO MURDER MATTHEW WITH ME????

-Allison <3