―❧Worlds change when eyes meet❧―
Abrielle Miller is an 18-year-old girl who witnessed the death of her family when she was just a little girl. Her aunt took care of her until death knocked on her door, adding grief to Abrielle's broken heart and sha...
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It's been two days since Mason and I fought, and I haven’t left my bedroom since. The only time I even move is when I have to go to the bathroom. I don’t bother eating anything either; I have no appetite. Every time I think about what Mason tried to do to me, I want to throw up.
How could he do this to me?
Mia and Maria have been visiting me a lot lately, trying to get me out of bed. They kneel around me, wheedling and caressing, trying to bribe me into moving. But I couldn’t care less about the world. I’ve been wallowing in self-pity, drowning in despair.
On one of these seemingly endless days, as I lay facing the wall, huddled in an old dressing gown with my hair in knots all over my pillow, the bedroom door slammed open. Maria and Mia’s annoyed faces appeared around the doorframe.
I groaned. Here they come. It’s Lecture Time. Why can’t they understand that I want to be alone?
“Come on, Abrielle,” called Mia, tugging the pillow from under me.
I clutched it even tighter and burrowed my face into it, breathing in the greasy scent of my hair. Maybe I do need a wash…
“Abrielle!” scolded Mia, still trying to tug the pillow from me.
Maria, who had thrown the bedroom curtains wide open, turned around to look at me, her hands on her hips. The bright sun filtered into the room behind her, turning her into a dark silhouette.
“Get up, Abrielle. It’s morning and you’ve been moping for long enough.”
“Urgh!” I growled, sliding further under the duvet.
Mia pulled it off me, exposing me to the cold. My teeth started chattering. “Go away! Leave me alone!”
“No,” said Mia simply.
Fury nipped at me. I glared up at her. “Why? I was sexually assaulted a few days ago. Give me a break.”
“We have been. You know we have. But now you need to stop being miserable and get up. You need to learn to deal with that dickhead Mason and stop him from hurting you.”
“But he has hurt me. All because of that stupid bitch!” The memory of the girl Mason brought home sent my hands curling into fists. How could he? How could he?
Mia smiled at the expression on my face. “Exactly. And now you need to show him that you’re not going to take that sort of shit from him.”
