TRIGGER WARNING
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE
JAXON POV
I didn't know how to feel about this. She cried for the first time in front of me, she opened up to me that she kept buried for too long.
Why couldn't I see this sooner? I'm her goddess-damn mate! And her fiancé now.
She was finally sleeping. But I couldn't, I just couldn't.
She was sleeping on her back as my arm was draped across her stomach. Her light snores filled the room. She slowly turns in her sleep, turning to her side at me. She lightly winces because of her leg but then slowly goes back to sleep. Her left hand curled into a fist on my arm. I looked at the ring and it was perfect on her pale skin. The red moonstone shinning under the moonlight that shined through the windows.
I can't wait to tear the head of the man who did this to her. Who broke her. And I wasn't lying when I told her that she would be the one to finish him off, she will be the one to stab him with the knife or put a bullet through his head.
She moved in her sleep again and whispered my name "Jaxon?" Her hand uncurling and grabbing my arm. I put my hand on her cheek as I kiss her forehead and assure her in a low gentle voice "I'm here, baby. I'm right here." My forehead against her as she finally goes back to sleep. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her closer against me and finally close my eyes. Letting her comfort lull me to sleep.
X
CAROLINE POV
I woke up exhausted as hell. Every part of my body ache. Every bone, every joint.
His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist but when I tried to move, they just wrapped themselves tighter around me. His breathing in my neck made soft shivers go down my spine.
I kiss his temple as I feel a lump forming in my throat because I felt stupid- utterly stupid for breaking down like that in front of him. He doesn't need this, he doesn't need my burdens weighing him down like that. He doesn't deserve this... or me. I don't deserve him. A headache was forming in the side of my head as I finally break free from his grip and sat on the edge of the bed. My gaze went to my thigh and I push my unbrushed hair away from my face. I felt bad for everything I said to him, felt bad for pushing him on the ground like that- shoving him.
I hide my face in my palms as I felt the bed dip behind me and long legs appear on either side of me, trapping me between. His hand snaked around my stomach, his hand flat as he pulls me. My back against his warm body as I let the back of my head rest against his shoulder, finding comfort in the gentle thumb strokes on my stomach. My eyes closing as I felt the headache just being pulled away from me. He kissed the top of my ear as I smile and these small gentle kisses make their way down to my neck. He pulls the shirt down on my shoulder, gently blowing on the mark and my toes curl a little on the floor. His hands stroking my thighs, careful of the cut. He scrunches the hem of my shirt between his fist and kissed me directly on the mark. Little sparks of pleasure erupt all over my body as I almost moan his name. My voice is hoarse as I ask "How did you do that?" He kisses the mark again and this time I don't hold the moan that escapes from my lips as he answers "When a wolf marks his mate, the mark itself becomes a pleasure spot for her. Another gift from the Moon Goddess." I turn my face to him and gently kiss his jaw.
He asks "I was thinking. How about we go into town? Just for a couple of weeks, hmm?" I look at him as he grabs my left hand and kisses each knuckle softly "Are you okay with that?" He smiles "I'm okay with anything as long as it makes you feel safe and happy." I let a sigh of relief as my forehead rest against his neck "I'd really like that, Jaxon." He wraps his arms around me and says "Great, I'll pack, and then we'll go, okay? Nobody needs to know." I nodded and kiss him "Thank you." I peck his lips but he grabs my cheek and deepens the kiss.
X
He didn't let me do any work at all.
He made breakfast, made the bed, and also, he packed my bags for me as well.
We reached the town by eight in the night.
Walking up the stairs, he carried both our bags and my arms were grabbing onto his shirt as I limped my way up the stairs. He wanted to carry me but I didn't want him to make two trips just for the bags.
When I finally unlocked the door and walked in, I felt happy to be away from that place, away from him. I felt at home.
He puts the bags down on the floor and asks "What do you want to eat?" I shake my head "I'm tired and I'm not hungry." He smiles, grabbing my face and kissing me "You need to eat. I'll go and get your favorite pizza, okay?"
"You don't need to."
"Oh yes, I do. I'm not letting you sleep on an empty stomach. You didn't even finish your eggs in the morning."
I nodded and he kisses my temple "I'll be back, okay? Ten minutes tops." I smile at the fact that he wanted to assure me of the time because he knew how I felt when he was even an inch far away from me. I want him around me, I needed him to hold me all day.
As soon as he opened the door, we were greeted by Mrs. Spellman. She smiles at us as she said "Oh, you're back!" Petting her black cat in her hands. I almost smiled at the fact wolves hated cats. Because Jaxon's face was a sight to see. He almost growled at her. Putting my hand on his shoulder, I said "It's good to see you too, Mrs. Spellman." She smiled warmly as Jaxon said "I'm gonna get that pizza. You want some, Mrs. Spellman?" She shakes her head "Oh no, thank you, dear." He smiles one last time and walks away.
As soon as he's out of sight, she looks at me and said: "You've gone thinner, Caroline." I prayed that Jaxon didn't hear that. She looks at the ring in my hand and gasps "Oh, congratulations. When did he propose?" I smiled as I looked at the ring again "last night." She shakes her head "That is one gorgeous ring. He certainly has good taste." I nod agreeing.
She sighs "Well, I'm off to bed- oh, I have something for you." My brows furrow as she goes in and comes back with a white envelope. She passes it to me and says "This came for you two days ago. I was going out to buy some cat food but when I saw it lying on the ground, I took it with me because I knew you weren't home and I was scared that it might get stolen if it's important." I smiled warmly at her as I take the envelope "Thank you so much, Mrs. Spellman." She smiles one last time before she walks into her apartment and closes the door.
I walk in mine and close the door behind me and locking it too. There was no name on the envelope, no address. Just plain and white and light too.
Weird.
I opened it and took a to what seemed to be a letter. But as soon as I unfolded the page, I knew what it was. I knew the writing all too well.
"You think you could hide from me, little rabbit? I know you're in your loft reading this letter right now. It's only a matter of time till I take you away from him and crush his heart beneath my boot. Sweet dreams."
There was no name on the bottom but I knew it all too well. Tears started falling on my cheeks and I looked at the clock, counting the minutes until Jaxon comes and holds me again.
X
I don't know how many times I've read that letter. But every time I did, I prayed that it's just a nightmare. That this letter didn't exist.
I shriek as there was a knock on the door. I fold the letter, shoving it in the back pocket of my jeans as I walk to the door, opening it. Jaxon stood there with a smile and walks in "They were about to close down early and because of that I couldn't get your favorite." He kept the pizza box and a white bag on the counter "But I did get you a plain cheese pizza and some chicken cheese fries that you love so much. And I also got some soda because-" his shoulders tense and he looks straight up and then turned towards me. Not even three steps and he's near me as he asks "Why is your heart beating so fast? You okay?"
I had a choice to tell him but... "Oh, I'm just glad you're back." I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug. He kisses the top of my head and then pulls away from me "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just got a little scared of being alone."
I unwrap my arms and make my way towards the pizza. But he grabs my arm and pulls the paper out of the pocket. I try to grab it but he held his arm up, keeping it away from me. I knew he could read the horror in my face but I say "Give it back, Jaxon." He asks "Is this what made you upset?" Before I could say anything, he already has the page unfolded and reads it.
His eyes turn red and his grip on his arm tightens but not too much. Just enough to get my heart racing. He asks "Who gave you this?" I stay quiet. He lets the paper fall on the floor and puts his hand on my cheek "Caroline- baby, you need to tell me who gave this to you. I love you and you don't need to be scared of him. I will get him, I swear but you need to tell me his name."
"He knows, Jaxon. He's coming for me. He's gonna take me away from you." I cry, hiding my face in my hands. He pulls me into a hug as he says "He's not gonna get you. He's not gonna even come near you, Caroline. I will protect you till I take my last breath." He removes my hands from my face and curls his finger under my chin, pulling it up so I could meet his soft gaze "I just need a name and then I'll be done with him in a heartbeat." I shook my head because I'd rather let him hurt me than take my Jaxon away from me. He pecks my bottom lip and I cry into that kiss because what if this is my last time?
He pulls back and says "Tell me his name."
"Please don't make me."
"Caroline, tell me his name. Don't hide from me anymore. I'm your mate. Let me share your pain because it breaks me whenever you put up this strong facade. Please."
A shiver of terror went down my spine and I knew Jaxon noticed that. And he knew I was close to saying it but hesitated. He urged "Say it." His thumbs stroking my cheek, providing me comfort. I sigh and finally say "Dean Russo." His red eyes widen and he barely lets out a sentence "You're the girl that left him?" I answer "I ran from him." He grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs.
Setting me on the mattress, he kneels on the floor and says "You need to tell me everything."
(Past)
I lived with my adoptive mother, Rose. She was always nice. Always caring for me. She enrolled me in middle school and high school and I couldn't be more grateful. I wasn't someone who had too many friends but I did have Dean. Or so I thought.
He was amazing. He was caring, so cool, even the star football captain. He was the guy that every teenage girl dreamed of.
It was my first day of high school and I was so nervous that my legs were shaking as I walked down the long big crowded hall. Big buff men in football jackets kissing their pretty girlfriends against their locker. And then my eyes landed on him. That beautiful man just made my heart race.
He was alone standing against his locker as he talked to a friend of his.
While talking to his friend, he glanced at me and just smiled. That smile was something that swept me off my feet.
I was trying to be his typical girl. I started going to his footballs games and practices. I had got help to learn football just for him. Pathetic, I know. But I was deeply attracted to him.
I was too much of a wuss to ask him out.
I remember I was at his football game in junior year. He had been my crush for almost three years straight.
His team had won because he made the last goal.
He was hoisted upon their shoulders and the crowd chanted his name as he held his helmet in the air, screaming his victory. His light brown hair was all wet from sweat and in the middle of two hundred people, he just looked at me and smiled. My heart was beating fast. I felt important somehow.
Rose was a catholic, so she had her rules about boys. Dating was acceptable and kissing too. Just not allowed in my room.
X
It was the night after the game and I couldn't forget his smile. It wouldn't let me sleep because I was too happy.
I heard a knock on my window and I wondered who could it be. I push open the curtains and he was outside. I slide up the window and tried to act casual"Do I need to call the cops?" He smiles"No."
"What are you doing here, Russo?"
"I couldn't sleep, Quinn"
"So you decided to ruin someone else's sleep?"
"I know you weren't asleep either."
I smiled at him because he had caught me. He asked, "Can I come in?" I bit my lip at the thought of having a boy in the room. I was sixteen and naive. But I did let him. The way he climbed up on the tree to my window, was remarkable. He made it looked so easy whereas I have fallen from that tree countless times.
He smiles at me as he stays on the roof with his hands on the ledge of my window. He asks again "Can I come in?" I nod too eagerly as he climbs in. As soon as his feet land on the floor, the doorknob rattles. My eyes widen and as I turn around to somehow hide him, he's already gone.
The door opens and she comes in. She smiles and asked "Why is your lamp turned on, Caroline? It's a school night and it's eleven."
She was always punctual about sleeping on time and school. She told me that these are the things that will shape me into the person I become when I reach her age.
I lie "I was just going to bed." She kissed my forehead and said, "Lights out, okay?" I nodded and she left.
She never got married. Never had children. She just inherited a good piece of her parents' wealth that her siblings hated and then she adopted me. She was the oldest of them all.
I locked my door gently and whispered his name"Dean?"
"Down here."
My brows knit as I go down on my knees and bent down. He was hiding under my bed and I couldn't help but crack up with laughter. Trying to suppress it with a hand on my mouth.
He crawled out and I turned off the lights. He tried to flirt"Oh, so eager already?" My cheeks heat up "No! It's because I don't want Rose to come here again." He walked around my room and nodded his head as he looked and touched my things like he was impressed. I asked, "What are you doing here?"
He rubbed the back of his neck and said"I wanted to see you." My heart was beating so fast.
"Me?"
"Yeah, I wanted to talk to you after the game but you left early."
"Yeah... curfew. Had to be home by seven."
Even though the room was dark, I could still make out the shape and features of his handsome face because of my star-shaped nightlight on my nightstand. He smiled at me like I was something so amusing "Anyway, I just wanted to see you."
"Why?"
He shrugged with a smile "I like seeing you."
He made me blushed so hard that it made him chuckle and I even heard him whisper"Adorable."
I sat on my bed and he sat right opposite of me.
I couldn't help but smile and get lost in his eyes. They were so perfect.
His hand softly goes to my cheek as he leans in closer. I stay stiff but gently pull back. He smiles "Don't be scared."
He was right. I can't be scared.
He kissed me so slowly and so gently, letting me kiss him in return. Letting me catch up to the movement of his lips against my mine.
We pulled backed and I couldn't get over how amazing and perfect that kiss was.
He looked down, smiling, and looked back at me "Would you like to go out with me sometime?"
"As a date?"
He could tell that I wasn't used to being asked out or even kiss a boy. But he still answers "Yes, I like you, Caroline."
"I like you too."
"So is that a yes?"
"Yes."
"Great! So how about we go somewhere after school?"
I frown "Can't. Rose wants me home right after school." He pouted his lips and said"Please Caroline. Let's go out."
The biggest mistake of my life was agreeing with him. He left at two in the morning. Stayed late with me so we could get to know each other a little.
X
We did go on a date after school ended the next day, but when I came back home, Rose was angry with me. That was the first time I had my first fight with her and I slammed the door on her face.
The next day, I did apologize and she forgave me with a smile without saying anything else. I also told her who I was dating. She didn't like the idea but she was supportive of me.
X
Rose wanted to meet him. I had asked him and he had said yes confidently.
"Don't talk about football all the time. Don't burp. And call her ma'am."
He pulled me against him and said"Yes, ma'am." I tried pulling back and say"This is important, Dean. I want her to like you."
"I'll try my best, Little rabbit."
"Also, don't call me that."
I never knew why he called me a rabbit. He told me that he only did because I was short and pale and my nose twitched like one. But at the same time, I knew that this wasn't the whole truth.
He just nodded. I pecked his lips and we went inside the door.
Rose had already set the tables. She walked over to us and shook his hand. A firm shake is what she thinks makes a male look like a gentleman. And I was happy that he was almost living up to her expectations for me.
We sat at the table and she served both foods on our plates.
"So... Dean, right?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"What do your parents do?"
"Well, my mom died two years ago and my dad lives in Maple Town."
I didn't know it was a lie then.
"Maple Town?"
"It's a little town outside of Virginia."
"Then why are you here?"
"My dad wanted me to get a good education from the city."
"You live with your dad?"
"'No. I live in an apartment on the eastern side. Near the school. My dad rents it for me."
Rose just nodded her head and I knew something was wrong. She's only quiet when she dislikes something.
"Why are you dating my daughter?"
He smiled as I felt his hand grab my knee "Because I love her." I looked at him and I couldn't believe he just said that. She asks "Have you two...?"
"No!" I answered quickly.
X
After dinner, I walked him out the door and he said"I don't think she likes me very much."
"Don't worry. I'm sure she does."
He kissed me and I smiled into that kiss.
We pulled away breathless and I said"I should get in." He nodded and left.
I went back inside and saw Rose standing with her arms wrapped against her chest. She said, "I don't like that boy, Caroline."
"What? You just met him."
"And with one meet I know he's not good for you."
As much as I loved her, it was hard to understand her logic in some things "How?!"
"He's arrogant and he's one of those guys that doesn't care about anything but a high school fling."
I got mad "It's like you don't even care about me!"
Told you, naive and too defense about a boy who shows her a little bit of love.
I ran upstairs and she followed me"I'm doing this just for you, baby. I'm doing this for your heart. Stay away from that boy."
I slammed the door again and I cried all night. Because of three things:
1) she didn't like him
2) she told me to stay away
3) I just slammed the door again on her face.
I stayed up all night, didn't even come out of my room. And that was the day I strongly wished that she hadn't adopted me.
And I think somehow the wish came true.
It was the weekend the next morning. I woke up at 4 pm.
4 pm? That can't be. She always comes and wakes me up at 11 am. Maybe she's still mad.
I walked out of my room and she wasn't there.
I got a phone call and picked up the phone. It was a man's voice.
"Hello?"
"Caroline Quinn?"
"Yes? Who's this?"
"Ms. Quinn, my name is Detective Carl. We had a call from someone about a murder in the alley. And the ID on the body says, Rosie Quinn. We need you to come to the station and identify the body right now."
The phone just slipped from my hands.
She was dead?
The first person I called was Dean. I told him everything while crying out loud. He came to pick me up and we made our way to the precinct.
I went inside and there was already a young man in his 30s waiting for me.
"Miss Quinn."
I nodded and he told me to follow him.
I held on to Dean as I followed him.
He took me inside the morgue and opened up a small steel square fridge, pulling out a body tray.
He took off the white sheet and it was her.
She looked lifeless. Her lips and skin are all purple and blue.
There was a scar on her neck that was stapled together. I asked, "H-h-how did she die?"
"She was mugged. We went through her purse and her wallet was gone. And there were some groceries on the floor but I think the mugger took them too. I'm sorry for your loss."
He pushed the tray back in.
She was murdered for money and food? Is money or food so grand that people could kill you?
We all walked out of the morgue and outside the precinct. Dean drove me home in silence.
Once we got home, I ran up the stairs and threw up in the toilet. Nothing was coming out because I didn't have food in me but I couldn't stop hurling. I just couldn't.
X
After a day, we had a funeral. And the next came her lawyer.
For the second time in sixteen years, I saw her two brothers and three sisters sitting in the living room. Wearing all black. Their wives, husbands, and children with them.
I stood outside the living room.
The lawyer called me in and he said"Four years ago, Ms. Quinn updated her will. As you all know she wasn't married nor she had any children except for when she adopted Caroline."
He looked at me and said, "She left all her inheritance for you, Caroline."
Allen stood up, he was the youngest of them all"This is insane!! All her inheritance to an adopted child."
The lawyer spoke again"She left this house for all her siblings. But the diamonds she had will go to Caroline only. That and her money. That was always her will."
Dollar? Diamond? They're meaningless. Because she wasn't here anymore.
I couldn't believe that their sister died but all they cared about was her will. Her blood!
Even though I somehow inherited her money and diamond, they didn't let me stay. They kicked me out of the house as soon as the lawyer walked out the door.
I had nowhere to go and I didn't have access to the money until I'd turn seventeen in two months.
I called Dean and told him everything. He offered me to stay in the spare bedroom in his apartment for some time until I'd turn seventeen and could look for a place my own.
I made one big mistake in life and I learned the lesson the hard way. Never trust a man. And I trusted him that day.
X
The first week was kind of amazing with him. I was staying in the apartment with the love of my life.
Or so I thought.
The second week is where he got a little possessive with me. Only with the clothes I wore.
The third week I couldn't understand his ways anymore.
The fourth week was when I got... when everything happened.
X
I still remember that day like I was living it over and over again. I can still feel his touch.
I had just come home from school and I was not ready to fight with him. We were fighting constantly for three days straight.
I just walked into the apartment and shut the door behind me.
He walked out of his room and asked"I got home two hours ago. Where the fuck were you?" I replied while keeping my backpack on the table "You have a car. I had to take the bus." He strode to me and said"Don't give me that fucking excuse. I waited for you for twenty-five minutes. But you never showed."
Our fights were always meaningless. It was always on the smallest of things.
I sighed"Well, I wanted to take the bus. That's it, Dean." I rolled my eyes and he exploded"Don't roll your fucking eyes at me! You stay in my apartment. You will live by my rules!"
That sentence. That exact sentence is what I heard every day for the past week. Every single minute. And I hated it even though he was right. I despised it because it made me feel weak, lonely, and helpless. My hands were tied. I didn't have any money, so he fed me too.
I was pissed. I grabbed my backpack and said, "Then I don't wanna fucking live here anymore."
I tried to walk but he grabbed me by the hood of my hoodie and picked me, throwing me over his shoulders.
He walked to my room as I screamed"LET ME GO!"
He dropped on my bed and straddle me. I tried to push him off but he was strong.
He pushed my hands straight above my head and grabbed my neck with the other one. Not tight enough to block my breathing but tight enough to leave a mark.
This was the first time I was scared. I noticed the change in his breathing and that's when I knew something was wrong. And something bad was gonna happen. He crashed his lips on mine but I didn't want that kiss. I tried to push him off of me but he wouldn't move.
I bit his bottom lip hard trying to get him off of me. I could taste his blood but it was like he was still enjoying it.
I was not comfortable with him. I was so scared.
He pulled back and wiped the blood by the back of his hand and smiled at me as his teeth were covered in blood too. That was the first time I saw his eyes glowed gold. But I convinced myself that it was the trick of the light.
He grabbed the collar of my hoodie and tore it apart right down the middle. I tried kicking and screaming him to stop but he didn't listen.
I was never sexually taken before, and I never let him take me either. I wanted to wait for a while because I was still in mourning. I wanted to wait till next month. I even planned a date for us for some pathetic reason.
But he looked famished that day.
He pushed my hand up and tied them with my torn up hoodie at the bars above my head
He held the collar of my white shirt that I wore under and ripped it apart down in the middle too.
Naked... he had never seen me naked.
He tore apart my bra from the middle and my chest was bare. I tried to get him off of me but it was no use. I cried for him to stop but he ignored every cry, every tear. He took off his shirt and I screamed but he had gagged me with it.
Tears were sliding down my cheek and he plunged one nipple in his mouth and bit it. I moved my legs and tried to push my tongue against the cloth inside my mouth to get it out. But it wouldn't budge.
I screamed. Not in pleasure but in pain and horror.
He tore apart the button of my jeans and pulled it down along with my underwear.
When he was off of me, I again started kicking him.
But he had held my legs in a tight grip and sat between them.
He kissed my forehead and said, "You just enjoy me making love to you, my little rabbit."
Love? This wasn't love.
He strokes his middle finger up and down my slit and I cursed myself for being a weak woman. For having a body that would make him think that I was ready to be taken. He circled his middle finger on my clit but I tried to scream for him to stop. My begging was muffled by his sweaty shirt in my mouth.
Without warning, he pushed that middle finger inside me and I screamed more because of the pain.
This is not how it was supposed to feel.
I had learned from a couple of friends that it was supposed to make you cry with pleasure but not pain.
And pain is what I felt as he pumped me.
It felt like sandpaper inside me. Thrusting me. Peeling me from the inside. Wounding me.
He pulled out his finger and I looked down at him and he stroked his member while he gazes down at my womanhood. My eyes widen because I was not ready for that. I tried to kick again but he grabbed my knees again and pushed my legs apart and pinning my knees on the sheet, exposing me to himself. To his pleasure.
He thrust himself inside me without warning or going slow and I screamed because of the immense pain I felt. The burning.
He thrust in and out of me leaving me all teared up and in pain. I cried but I couldn't cry out loud because of being gagged. But I did cry.
The pain didn't stop. But it became bearable and I stopped screaming. Because it was no use. No one was gonna help me. I was truly alone in this world.
I looked at the ceiling as he thrust inside me. Taking away the one thing I had for myself. I counted the lines of the ceiling as he thrusts me. His moans and groans filling the room but I keep my focus on the ceiling, all numb.
I stared at the ceiling with dried tear eyes as my body was being pushed up by him. He pulled out the shirt from my mouth and kissed me as he thrust in me again.
He did come twice on my stomach but it wasn't enough to satisfy his hunger.
He turned me over my stomach and again pushed inside me harder and put his hand on my scalp and clenched my hair as he pushed down my face in the pillow.
I was numb that day.
He came three more times on my back and his body dropped beside me. Panting as his exhaustion of forceful pleasure sleep took over him.
I got up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom as my blood dripped down my legs. The drops landing on the carpet floor.
I was numb but sore. I did fell on my knees but I got back up again.
I closed the door shut and took off the ripped shirt and bra.
I turned on the warm water in the shower and hopped in. I just stood there and I saw the pink water going down the drain. And I cried for myself in the bathtub. I cried bad.
My idiot mind tried to convince me that I let him take me because I loved him.
And once he had got the taste of control over me, he raped me every day.
He took me from front and back and every night, when I washed his cum off of myself, I kept whispering"You love him, Caroline. You let him take you because you love him."
X
Once he smiled while taking me from the front. But the control he had over me wasn't enough for him. He wanted more. He put his hand on my mouth hard and burned out his cigarette on my chest.
It was like a collection of his. Of how many times he took me. I have cigarette marks. Three on my chest and two on my back and one on my left thigh.
You know what they say 'It's no use crying over a spilled milk' so why should I cry over at him taking my innocence. It was never gonna come back. So instead of crying, I let myself feel nothing but numbness.
X
It was my birthday but I was held like a hostage in this prison that he called home.
I was numb on the floor while he was out to get a cake for me to celebrate.
What a fucking gentleman.
My phone rang and I got a call from the lawyer, he said"Happy birthday, Miss Quinn. Now you're finally seventeen, the bank would like you to visit and take your debit card with the money and a key to your box."
And that's when I could see my freedom.
I packed all my things. Only the ones I needed. I took some food from the pantry too.
I ran out the door and made my way to the bus stop.
I climbed the bus and it took me to the bank.
I was eager to get everything done.
My phone rang and I saw his caller ID.
He had called me at least 12 times.
I got off the bus and threw my phone on the ground and smashed my foot on it. Destroying it.
I went inside the bank and the lawyer was there and luckily, he had gotten everything ready. I signed my name and the lawyer gave the debit card and key to me and I ran from there.
I got on another bus and made my way as far as I could from him. I found a motel and made an advance for four months of stay.
I was away, alone. But it was better than being with a monster.
I had two more months until I graduated high school. But I never went back. I had enough credits to graduate. And then I because of my good grades, I got a lot of scholarships.
I chose one in California. Far away from that maniac.
After years of completing everything, I saw him in California. So I ran back to New York getting away from him. And then I heard he was in New York again, I moved to Maple Town. Somewhere he won't dream of me being here.
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