Strong

I placed my hands on him to try and calm him down before I continued.

“Funke yelled at him, and hit him with a plastic pipe beside his bed but he just laughed at us, and then went on to tell me, that it had all been a plan. He only wanted to get into my pants, and that he never loved me. I was broken, Ethan. Funke helped me get out of there, and that's when I cried. I couldn't think, I couldn't function. What would he have done if Funke didn't get there? I knew then that God was amazing, or else I would have been shattered" I was full-on crying by the time I ended my rant.

Why did he do such a thing? That was the question that kept me up at night for seven months straight. I loved him so much back then.

I wiped my tears and turned my gaze to Ethan but he wasn't looking at me with pity like I expected, he looked at me with love. He stood from the chair and sat on the bed beside me, cooping me up into his arms in a warm embrace.

"You are the strongest person I know. Despite all that, y