A/N- Saturday is finally here. Did you guys have a good week? I had a horrible one. It was probably one the worst and most boring weeks of the school year. Ew.
Scott's P.O.V
---------------"I still want to know how it all happened. I need to make sure that it was Alex's fault. I love you and I trust you, but I can't do this if you did cheat," Mitch said calmly. He doesn't know that me and Alex haven't had a good past together.
"Of course, Mitch, I understand that you want to know. It started when you went to bed and fell asleep. I got really lonely and wanted to go somewhere. I went to the mall and ran into Alex. He said we should go to the bar. I said no, that I had to get back home and be with you. He slapped me across my face and dragged me out of the mall and into the bar. Whenever I tried to get away from him or escape, he would punch me and tell me to remember the past. And what he used to do in the past with me. He abused me ever since I was 15. He would hurt me if I made a mistake or did something wrong. I was his slave for a very long time. I know that I could've told you when we were younger, but I didn't want to worry you. I hadn't seen him since I was 19, because he left. But now he found me again. Alex took me to his car and drove here.
He said to strip and lay down on the bed. He said if I didn't do what he said, I would regret it. I tried to get him to stop. I tried calling the police. I tried kicking him. I tried everything, Mitch. He's stronger than me. And of course, he did what he said and made me redo what we have done before.
I was his sex slave then, and I'm his sex slave now. He uses me and I can't do anything about it because he stronger. I tried, Mitch, I tried. He found me and I'm sorry," I said, out of breath. He stood there shocked.
"Scott... I-I'm sorry. I didn't know," his voice cracked. He hugged me tightly. "Everything's gonna be alright."
~2 Years Later~
Mitch and I are now happily married. They found Alex and we are all safe now. We try to forget about what happened before. Mitch makes me feel safe. I am in an acapella group called Pentatonix. It has me, Mitch, Kirstie, Avi, and Kevin in it. Mitch got a cat named Wyatt. I sleep in Mitch's room with him, now, because it's better that way. We never get mad at each other anymore.
And everything's alright.
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