[Unstable Minds #1]
"Has my little girl been drinking?" He asks teasingly, his head tilting to the side as his eyes run over my now tear-stained face. I couldn't breathe properly, what was he going to do to me? Was he going to kill me? No- he wouldn...
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sick
/sik/
adjective
affected by physical or mental illness.
1.
"nursing very sick children"
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Leah
Ringing, the only sound I could hear at the moment. I felt like I was shoved into a small dark room, my hands grazing over the walls, looking for some sort of escape. My heart was pounding painfully against my ribcage, my fingernails were digging into my palms, my knuckles turning as white as my face. We're moving? What does he mean by that... I can't let him take me with him, what if the police never find me? I still have some hope I will eventually get out of this hell but if we move somewhere else, the last bit of hope I hold within me will fade. I will have no choice but to— stay with him for the rest of my miserable life.
I didn't notice I had begun crying until Ezio was knelt in front of me, his dirty hands gripping my thighs. I don't want him touching me nor near me, I wish he would just leave me alone— let me leave. I shouldn't be here, letting the man before me pick the walls I have built up until they crumble at his feet. This wasn't supposed to happen, if someone had told me I'd be in this situation a month ago— I would have laughed in their face.
Who would have let a stranger seduce them? Touch them even though all they wanted was for them to stop? Oh, right, me.
"What's wrong, love?"
I snapped, I finally broke, he broke me but not in the way he wanted. All I wanted to do was strangle him, gauge his eyes out with my nails, anything. My eyes flicker towards the plastic fork on the table before meeting his again, my arm moved, my hand gripping the fork. I can't let him notice I have this, think of something, Leah, anything.
