Extenuating Circumstances

Extenuating Circumstances

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TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!! Sexual violence Have you ever found yourself in a situation you didn't like at first? One you didn't cause or bring onto yourself? Isabella Lagarde, 14, and her sister, Molly, 12, have been abused emotionally by their parents for years. Isabella continually dates people who abuse her physically. But not to long ago she met someone amazing who very well may have saved her life, Alex. Even though she has a hard life, she still makes it to church. Her youth group was taking a trip to the mountains and she was going, now she has only been going to this church for a little while so she doesn't really know anybody. She meets someone who was just as attracted to her as she was to him and she was happy. But when she gets home she gets a huge surprise. That only gets bigger.
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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