8. Luis

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~••♡•▪| KORI NOVIKOV |▪︎•♡••~


(WARNING: mild mention of s*xual Assault - nothing too major but I do not want to make any of you uncomfortable)

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I handed the landlord the wad of cash, with tears burning my eyes. Gene hadn't come home and all the bills fell to me.

I was in no position to lose my only source of shelter. Rent was due, and I had to pay. I paid for the electricity and water , and was left with nothing. No money for basic survival , and I had to live off whatever tips I got, which wasn't a lot to be very honest.

That also meant I had to cancel on Charlie, even though i really wanted to go.

I spent my evening cleaning up the flat. There wasn't much to clean but it kept my mind occupied for a bit.  I decided to clean out my entire room and that's how I found myself sitting on the floor looking at my family's album.

Tears filled my eyes as I thought about the life I could've had, but suddenly the sad tears turned angry as I remembered the pain and suffering I went through.

The belt marks across my back, the blackened eyes when I was being — according to my father — disrespectful. The fact that he tried to marry me off when I was 15 to someone 10 years my senior. I remember meeting him.

Luis.

I don't remember his last name but I remembered those murky eyes that would linger on me for too long, or when he would accidentally stumble across my bedroom while I was studying. 

The worst was when I just turned sixteen and my family had a party to keep up appearances.

I had gone upstairs to leave my presents in my room, when Luis had cornered me. At this point my father and him had been discussing marriage. It was for an alliance.  A stupid fucking alliance that had traumatized me.

He backed me up against my bookshelf and I had nowhere to run as his large frame blocked me from making a run for it.

I couldn't escape him and his foul breath as he kissed my neck and let his hands skim over my body.

I remembered crying and begging him not to touch me but he had only laughed before he spoke, "You're going to be mine one day and no one can stop me. You might as well get used to this,"

"Please stop,"

"Don't act like you don't want this,"

The only thing that got him to stop was the sound of my father's voice as he called out to him.

"We'll finish this later, my little rose,"

I remember curling up into a ball and crying. I remember running to my father, hoping that he would save me.

spoiler alert; he didn't.

I cried and cried but they fell on deaf ears. My father didn't believe me. He called me a liar. He told me that I was ruining his image and reputation and then he hit me, repeatedly for being a whore. For leading Luis on and then acting like he tried to take advantage of me.

He did take advantage of me.

That's the day I ran away from home. I stayed awake until the early hours of the morning, I waited until the house was dead silent. I shoved everything into a large suitcase with all the money I had saved up and all the birthday cash that I collected.

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