Rebecca
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My shrink looks at me with an unreadable expression on her face. Her wide-framed glasses resting on top of her crooked nose. I can't look into her eyes, so I look at the bolla on top of her head instead. My hands start to feel clammy and I wipe them on my dress. "So how are you feeling this week?", she asks and I tear my eyes away from her hair, only for them to rest upon her glasses. "Just fine.", I reply. She sighs, and my breath catches. I look up and I'm captured once again by her questioning stare. My phone dings two times, which means I only have to be here for another twenty minutes. "I thought we agreed, no phones?", she asks and my cheeks turn red. "I forgot.", I say and my hands start shaking. I clasp my hands in between my thighs and fix my posture. "Tell me Rebecca...You've had psychiatrists since your fist panic attack when you were nine. Do you think they helped at all?" I quiver and turn my head from side to side. "Then I can't do anything to help you, but let you go." She releases me from her questioning stare and gives me a thin-lipped smile. "Thank you." I reply, relieved. Of all the shrinks I've had, this woman was the worst. Rebecca is a 17 year old South African girl, who is tortured by memories of her father and and her past. Will Quintin Hale be the one to pick up the pieces of her broken heart, or will he leave her more shattered than she was before?
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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