A beautiful storm *COMPLETE*

Goodbye forever

*TRIGGER WARNING. This chapter contains s****l abuse.*

I woke up to a heaviness on my body. My hands were being held above my head and someone leaned down whispering in my ear. “I’m here to take what you owe me.” I tried to push him off of me, but it was pointless. He was stronger than me. I was weak from years of malnutrition. “If you make a sound, I will make this a very painful process.” he whispered. I felt tears stinging my eyes. Peter was going to assault me. He ripped down my pants and entered me quickly. I screamed out, only for him to cover my mouth. He pushed my shirt up, aggressively kneading my breast. “I‘ve been dreaming of this for months. Every time I’ve been inside your mom, I’ve imagined that it was you.” he whispered in my ear. His words made my chest hurt and bile rose in my throat. Each thrust hurt worse than the next. “And it’s way better than I imagined.” I lay there as still as possible, hoping that he would finish quickly. I closed my eyes, numbing my mind to what was happening. I dug my nails painfully into my already damaged hands. The pain in my hands distracted me from the pain that he was causing me. I felt blood begin to seep from the previously healing scabs, causing me to dig deeper. I didn’t realize that he had finished until he got up and I heard him refasten his buckle. He chuckled in the dark “I accept your apology.” As soon as the door closed, I curled into a ball and sobbed. How could someone do something so horrendous? It felt hard to breathe. Everything hurt. The room started to spin. I don’t know how much time had passed before darkness consumed me as I cried myself to sleep.

I shot up in my bed, looking at the clock, realizing that I couldn’t have slept for very long. It was 4:30 am. I was in intense pain. Worse than when I passed out earlier. My legs were damp. I crawled as quickly as I could, retching in my trash can. I decided that I needed to leave. It was now or never. I changed my clothes, grabbed my backpack, and climbed out my window. I didn’t bother looking back. I would never be able to look at my mother the same again. She allowed this to happen. Encouraged it. She encouraged that monster. I stopped to throw up again. I hope that they both spend the rest of their days being miserable. She was a pathetic excuse for a human and a despicable mother. I limped all the way to the bus station. I checked the outgoing bus schedule. There were no buses heading to Tallahassee until 10 am. The next bus left for Destin, Florida in fifteen minutes. I wanted to get away from here as quickly as I could. I walked up to the attendant, quickly buying a one-way pass, and rushing to the waiting area. I received a few sad looks from other's waiting on their buses. I didn’t bother looking in the mirror before I left. I’m sure my eyes are puffy and red from crying. I heard the speaker come on. “Last call for bus 518, en route to Destin Florida. The bus will be arriving in five minutes.” I grasped my backpack and took a deep breath. In just a few minutes, I would be leaving this place and never looking back.