Thorns of Angels

Preface

This story is dedicated to everyone who is having a rough time, who is an abusive relationship, who has a dysfunctional family, who had been bullied and those who struggle with life in general. I want you to know that you are never alone. Know that you are special and important and that you are loved. 

You are beautiful and You Matter.

Please spread the love.

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"Sometimes angels fall."

In and out. In and out. All I heard my ragged breath in the small dark room. In and out. In and out. I chanted to myself mentally as I tried to steady my breathing. In and out, in and out. It was like a disc on repeat on my head now. In and out, in and out. In and out, in and out, in and out.

BANG! I flinched at the sudden sound that disrupted my concentration. BANG! BANG! Three consecutive shots ringed in the silent room. I closed my eyes and cringed at the noise. This couldn't be happening again. I needed to get away. I had to get away.

"That fucking asshole! I can't really trust anyone anymore!" His thick Italian accent growled across the door.

I cringed at the voice. My breath stuck in my throat. I heard a soft creak of the door and light footstep echoed in the room. Not him. Please not him again.

"How are you doing, my dear?" He cooed softly as I heard his footstep grow closer.

I whimpered at the sound of his voice. I slowly drawing my feet up into a ball and tugged the handcuff on both my wrist. I recoiled when I felt the sting from my last attempt to get away. Sobbing softly, I bit my lips to stop myself from making a noise he might found annoying.

"Don't you dare try anything? We both know you aren't going anywhere tonight," he warned smugly and chuckled at his humorless joke.

I let out a small cry at his words and tried with much effort to protect myself from him. And then, I felt his rough hand gripped my ankle. He brusquely pulled my leg sideway. I let out a loud cry from the suddenness and withered my other leg to kick him out of the way.

"Now, now, you don't want me to cuff those legs, do you?" He warned sweetly, but the threat in his voice was clear.

I whimpered helplessly and tried to relax my stiff body.

"Good girl. Good girl." He whispered encouragingly. Then I felt his body pressed on my bared front. "Now, open those legs for me or I'll do it for you," he commanded, his hands were already on my thigh as he gradually tugged them apart.

I let out another small cry and allowed him to push my legs apart. I left his lips trailing up from my belly towards my chest. Roughly, he cupped one of my breasts and squeezed it. My breathing stopped. And then, I heard a sound of a zipper. Even though my eyes were covered, I shut my eye and waited for the pain to follow.

I heard myself gagged a little as he slowly entered me.

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In and out. In and out. My breathing started to increase in pace at the memory. All I could hear was my breathing. In and out. In and out. It was a rhythm in my head spinning like a record. I snapped out of my daze when I heard a loud BEEEEEEEEP!

The moon was out yet the streets were busy. It was buzzing with people walking in front of me in a blur. I scanned the pavement across from me once my senses came back. Then I focused on my surrounding. There were a few people standing beside me who were waiting. After a minute or two, it finally red light turned green. I didn't think twice and marched on, my boots thumped like a drum underneath the cemented road.

I kept my head down and continued walking towards my next ride. The last stop until freedom become a reality.