✨Against My Will✨

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I was sitting in our living room chatting with Zane, Marcus and Noah. Xander was still asleep while Eli had been missing since the night at the club. I always wondered what happened to him after Xander punched him. To be honest, it was not his fault...
I was talking about how girls are really annoying,"You know, they gossip so much and they keep talking and they are just so girlyyy and high pitched."
The boys started laughing like idiots while weirdly looking at me.
Zane smirked looking at me and said," I agree with you babe" and once again they burst into laughter.
I glared at them, when I realised they were using my words against me.
Noah raised his eyebrows at me while saying," I agree, they gossip so much"
Zane said trying to mimic my voice,"They are freaking high pitched."
I slapped him across his arm and glared at him.
"And so girly," Marcus said to which once again they all started laughing. I tried glaring at them but ended up laughing myself.
I was so busy laughing that I didn't see when the devil himself entered. He was standing there, shirtless. I repeat, shirtless. Shirtless, in front of me. I couldn't stop myself from gawking at his abs when he said," Take a picture. It will last longer"
My face immediately reddened in embarrassment as I excused myself and went to the kitchen to get everybody coffee.
When I came back, Xander was thankfully wearing a shirt.
I gave them all coffee and sat beside Xander, since it was the only empty place.
We talked for some more time and then they left, leaving awkward silence between Xander and I.
Xander cleared his throat and said,"Umm, you can take modelling classes."
I couldn't comprehend what he had just told me, my mouth parted in shock, I asked him to repeat what he said," W..what?"
"I said, you can take modelling classes," he said louder this time.
I couldn't control my happiness so I immediately hugged him and whispered "thank you". I could feel him stiffen under my hug but I didn't let go till he was comfortable.
" Thank you so much Xander. It means a lot to me."
I ran to my room and did a happy dance.
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Today was my first day of classes. Xander had enrolled me in a really good institute.
I had chosen to wear a one piece white dress, which I wore only on special occasions and today was definitely a special occasion.

I put on a pair of white heels and went downstairs.
I was surprised to see Xander sitting downstairs.
"Aren't you late for work?" I questioned.
"I am going to drop you," he coldly answered,trying not to look at me.
"Its okay. I can drive myself."
He just ignored my comment and went to the car. I slid in the passenger seat as we drove to the institute.
Not able to control myself, I finally asked," Where is Eli?"
His grip on the steering wheel visibly tightened and he clenched his jaw, saying,"Don't worry. That bastard is alive. I asked him to move countries."
I gulped and thankfully we had reached. I quickly got out of the car and went inside.
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I had an amazing but nevertheless tiring day. I was taught how to maintain my body language. The instructor praised me and told me that I was made for modelling.
One month later:
I had barely seen Xander around, and I honestly missed him. We barely ran into each other even in the house.
Whenever we did, it would just be awkward. One of us would clear their throat and we would proceed with our day.
Nothing intimate had happened between us since the business ball. We were the front page of a lot of magazines since then but more distant then ever. He was a workaholic and even I was busy with modelling.
Honestly, I had gotten much better and my course only required two more months.
I was lying on my bed, awake since the past one hour. I was trying to think about everything but the day it was. It was my birthday and I despised it. I was turning nineteen.
Trigger warning:
10 years ago:
"Uncle! Its my birthday!"I said as I entered his room and shook him awake.
"Aren't you becoming old, little doll?Come sit beside your uncle" he said as he sat up.
I didn't like the way he was staring at me, but I listened to him and climbed up on his bed, sitting beside him. After all, he had never tried to touch me inappropriately before. He had only scolded me and that had been the extent of it.
"Come sit on my lap sweet heart. How old did you turn?"
"Nine," I replied proudly.
"Come sit on your old uncle's lap big girl."
I hesitantly sat on his lap not wanting to disappoint him.
"You have already matured so much," he said looking at my body up and down. I was wearing cotton shorts,and his eyes were fixed on my thighs. Suddenly, he kept his hand on my right thigh. I was feeling extremely uncomfortable. He slowly started sliding his hands beneath the material of my shorts. I could feel them moving against my inner thigh.
I was feeling nauseous and said,"Uncle, please don't. I don't feel good"
"Oh trust me you will," he replied his eyes darkening and he asked me to remove my shirt but I quickly ran away from there locking my bedroom door.
He started furiously knocking and broke it open after some time. He removed my shirt and was about to remove my trainer when I bit his hand. He grew very angry and started cursing me calling me names. When I still didn't oblige, he slapped me across my face. It was the first time he had physically hit me. I was just nine.
End of trigger warning
I uncontrollably sobbed as I remembered that day. I never celebrated my birthday after that. After all, I was just nine.
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I had taken a long shower and managed to get rid of my puffy eyes. Thankfully, it was an off day today.
I went downstairs and saw a sticky note on the kitchen table.
"Get ready by 6 pm. We are going somewhere. Wear something nice.
-X"
I frowned as I read the note again and deeply sighed, not wanting to go out on this particular day.

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