September Scars

September Scars

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Storming up the stairs, I pushed open my bedroom door, and slammed it shut. I pulled open my closet, ripping my ragged old backpack from its rusty metal hook. I threw the backpack onto the cold, wooden floor, violently unzipping it, and began shoving as many of my clothes into it as I could fit. Scavenging through my drawers, I managed to find two twenty dollar notes, and slipped them into a small pocket in my bag. I slid my phone and it's charger off my bedside table and into my hoodie pocket. My eyes scanned across the room, searching for anything else I might need. Slipping on my black high tops, I swung my bag onto my back and headed for my window. I pushed open my cracked glass window to the side, kicking the fly screen off. I watched as it crashed to the ground below. Before I jumped, I muttered under my breath, "I'm sorry, mum. I can't take this anymore."
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"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

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