Emilia

28: Emilia

TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT; this chapter can be triggering so please skip the italicized writing if you are not comfortable reading about the topic.

-Emilia-

*4 years ago*

I turned off my light and pulled my covers back as I slipped under the sheets. My body was completely drained of it's energy due to today's events. School was absolutely tiring enough as it is but on top of that, I had to give up the rest of my hours babysitting for the O'Briens to help pitch in for the bills so we don't risk losing our apartment. It barely leaves me enough time to do my homework and study for my classes, most of which I'm failing.

I hated that I had to be the responsible one between my mother and I. She's supposed to be the parent, not me but that's just the way it's always been. I've practically been taking care of myself and her ever since I was little.

My mother doesn't live up to her title. Mother's are supposed to be there for their child. They're supposed to love and nurture them but not my mother. She loves her alcohol and the new men she brings around the house.

My mother loves all things in this world that aren't named Emilia Harris. As far as I'm concerned, she's just a stranger that I grew up referring to as 'mom'.

My bedroom door cracked open, the darkness of the hallway not allowing me to see who had walked in. The door shut behind the dark silhouette, footsteps making their way closer towards my bed. I felt the side of my bed dip as the unknown figure sat down.

I cracked open my eyes, looking for some source of light and I could smell the scent of whiskey on their breath as they leaned in close.

I opened my mouth to speak and I felt a rough hand grip my thigh as the other slid down my stomach, moving their hand inside of my pajama shorts.

"You are such a tease Emilia. It's almost like you wore these pajama bottoms just for me." My heart sunk into the pit of the churning sensation that was happening in my stomach at the voice of Rick, my mother's boyfriend.

"Stop it! Get off of me!" I yelled, pushing against what I could feel as his arm and chest to get him out of my reach.

"Quit yelling. You're going to wake your mother." He growled at me, placing his hand over my mouth as he muffled my cries for help. I cried, my cheeks burning with tears as I squirmed under him. I scratched and clawed at everything that was in my reach and he grabbed my wrists, holding them above my head.

I yelled for a fraction of the moment that he released my mouth before he placed his lips against mine and started unbuttoning his pajama pants as his body hovered over me. I did my best to push against him but the harder I pushed, the more it pulled him in.

I whined through my muffled sobs as he gripped my thigh in his free hand, pulling my legs apart. I could see his blonde hair and azure blue eyes from the moonlight that lit up his face at this angle and it only made me cry harder.

He had my body completely pinned down underneath his masculine frame. I wanted to give up. I couldn't fight him off, it was pointless. He was stronger than I was.

His mouth moved messily against mine, his tongue slipping in between my pressed lips and I opened my mouth, letting out a loud yell for help through my sobs.