Trigger warning: Past aggressors, abuse, mentions of SA, and just a shitty nightmare for our girl
I ran. I ran from the empty, the black, the void that chased me. I ran from my fake mother as she kept trying to hit me with the silver whip she bought especially for me. I ran from my fake brother Dennis as he made advances on my body. I screamed, I yell, I made so much noise that anybody and everybody should have heard me but the sleeping pills held my body still.
I have to get out of here. I have to wake up. I screamed focusing my attention on my mates, my wolves, anyone. I got nothing in response.
“Gemma! You know running from me doesn’t help your situation. I’m just adding on all the whips that your body is going to take. The blood is going to hit the floor in puddles instead of drops.
