Honestly? It's a story in which every possible trope/cliché imaginable is thrown into ONE big book.
Come join this group of friends on their coming-of-age journey 🎒📓
⚠️Includes: graphic sex, violence, drugs, profanity, and some Spanish dialogue
⚠️This chapter contains sexual assault that may be triggering to some readers. Skip if you must⚠️
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"You don't mean nothing, I don't want you, I don't need you, Never loved you, You're a nobody, You'll never make it, You're a mistake."
-Chris Brown, Fallen Angel
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Sofia woke up dizzy and lightheaded. Her limbs felt like they weighed a ton each. Her blurry vision adjusted within seconds to see that she was on a bed, laying on her side. The wall in front of her had a collage of familiar pictures, letting her note that she was in her old bedroom. Her heart pounded at the realization that there was only one person that could have taken her there.
She looked down but couldn't find her hands as they were both tightly bound behind her back with two cable zip-ties. Trying to wriggle them out somehow, she hadn't noticed Jorge laying there behind her until he said, "Hello beautiful." She cringed at his voice and leaped out the bed, backing away until she crashed against that collage that portrayed happier, simpler days.
"I hope you're happy to see me again." He smiled perversely as he walked over to her. "I sure as hell am."
She whimpered a no as he came closer and sprinted to the other side of the room before he could get to her.
He chuckled, turning around to face her at a distance. "I knew I should have tied your legs up too. But then I thought: How is she gonna spread them open for me later?"
Her chest heaved in fear and she tried to run again as he followed but he grasped her arms and pinned her to the wall in front of him. A hand wrapped itself around her neck to keep her in place while the other lifted a finger to swipe across her lips.
She trembled in fear and anger as she felt the adrenaline pump in her veins once that finger started going down her neck and lower. She tried kneeing him but he quickly pressed his hips against her to make it impossible to move her legs at all.
She shut her eyes tightly and whimpered some more as the swollen member he was pressing against her pelvis became harder to ignore. "Dad," she mewled in terror as his hand cupped a breast over her shirt. "Please stop."
