The Alliance

After getting raped 8 months ago, Ava Mitchell has only seen the world in black and white. Good and bad. Trustworthy or not. No grey area. No blurred lines. Blurred lines are naive, and she never wants to be naive again. But is she able to stop herself from falling in love?

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When Ava starts getting mysterious notes encouraging her to meet up somewhere, she refuses the first time. But when she decides to go against herself and follows the letter's instructions, it turns out to be the best decision of her life.

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He tucks my red hair behind my ear, "I've waited for you for months," He brushes his thumb against my cheek, "I'm not gonna let you go so easily. I can't." His eyes shine with vulnerability, showing how true his words are.

"I'm just scared I'm gonna ruin everything," I whisper. I'm too broken for him. I can't be fixed. A part of me doesn't want to be. Being fixed means not being scared, but being scared is what helps me feel sane.

He leans his forehead against mine, holding my face in his hands, "We can be scared together."
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"Hey," Nevaeh says, nudging the girl to her right, and I wince, my wrist starting to get swollen from the handcuffs.

"Nevaeh I don't think you should-"

"Shhhhhh." The girl whispers, unmoving. She opens her eyes. I can barely hear her on the other side of Nevaeh.

"Be good and they'll keep you," She whispers, closing her eyes.

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IMPORTANT TRIGGER WARNING: This story will discuss topics such as rape, abuse, EDs, suicide, and self-harm. I do NOT glorify these subjects.