Liam motherfucking Wright

TINA

Seated on the bed with my fingers clutching the duvet tightly on my chest, I watched my tormentor exit the room, my lips quivered, my body trembled, and I broke down the moment he shut the door. A tormented scream erupted from me, I've been abused, not just once but twice. I had no one to tell me is gonna be alright. No one to tell me that I didn't deserve all these. I was all alone, locked up in this fucked up building, not even a phone to communicate with the outside world. I felt like ripping my throat apart and ending it all. I keep suffering and going through torture each day with no idea what the fuck I did wrong to deserve this.

I felt used, dirty and humiliated. Feeling too filthy, I rose from the bed and pushed myself into the bathroom. I needed to get rid of every trace of that bastard’s hand on me. I stood under the shower, the cold water, running down my skin. Washing away the feels of his hands, the traces of his sickening kisses, the remnants of his fucked up fluid