Motherly Comfort

When the car stops, I get out and I try to collect myself, but I can't. I just try to not let too many people see me.

I take the elevator and then I run to my mom's office. She's on the phone when I open the door and she frowns at me and my tears, but puts a finger against her lips to shut me up.

Nodding, I move as far away from her as I can and try my best to calm down. I take deep breaths, telling myself I’m fine.

At least for now.

At least I’m away from them, at least Dean didn’t get a chance to fuck me too. I don’t think they’re going to post those videos right away, maybe they’ll try to scare me first, trying to force me to do more sick stuff.

A couple of minutes later, my mom finally ends the call and looks at me.

"What in the hell is going on, Lilian?" she asks, her eyes moving up and down, "You're wearing sweatpants to come to the office? Are you crazy? You look a mess."

"Mom, I need you," I let out, finally making her really look at me, "Damon raped me."

After a seco