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I was still stuck in the bathroom and the green-eyed man was still on the other side of the door. He stopped banging but was still there. I knew it, I heard his breathing on the other side. His breaths were soft and steady, but I could still hear him.

I think it has been ten minutes from the moment he stopped banging. I was still sitting in the corner of the bathroom but my breaths were steady again and the tears stopped flooding down my cheeks.

I heard the man take a deep breath and shuffle around at the closed door.

'Grace, I'm not going to hurt you.'

I stayed quiet, I couldn't get something out of my mouth.

'Just open the damn door, Grace.'

'N-no, fuck off.' I stuttered.

Jezus, Grace, good job. just a little more stuttering and he will never let you go, 'cause you're so damn afraid. I scolded myself.

'GRACEEE. I WILL KICK IN THAT DAMN DOOR IF YOU NOT OPEN IT SOON. VERY SOON!'

I cowered back as I heard his powerful voice roaring through by ears.

The door broke off his hinges and fell on the floor with a loud bang.

I screamed all the air out of my lungs and buried my head in my arms that were around my knees. I kept screaming as I felt two strong arms pick me up. my arms fell from around my knees and my head shot up to the man who picked me up. My eyes came in contact with two green eyes. I started to struggle and hit him in the face with my hands. He caught my hands in his and turned me around so my back was against his chest. He held me with a strong grip so I couldn't escape.

'No.' I whimpered. 'Please don't hurt me.'

'Shhh, I won't, I promise.' He whispered in my ear.

My eyes dropped as exhaustion hit me like a brick. I felt the man pick me up bridal style as darkness overtook me.

~

I woke up to a voice saying my name over and over again. The voice was soothing and sounded like an angel.

I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw were two bright green eyes.

I shot upright in the bed and crawled to the back, away from the man standing at the foot end of the bed. I looked at the man and saw him staring at my chest, his eyes were filled with lust and darkening every second. I looked down at my chest and saw that I was wearing a white shirt. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and I looked away from him.

He cleared his throat and combed a hand through his black hair.

'Change yourself into that dress and in five minutes I will come back to talk to you.'

I nodded softly and heard him walking out of the room. I climbed out of bed and looked in the mirror. a white shirt was covering my body. It was awkwardly big and I didn't have any underwear on.

Wait.

why am I not wearing underwear? Did he see me naked? O my god, did he rape me?! No, right? I mean, that would hurt right and would leave bruises or something like that. O god, I hope he didn't. I wanted my first time to be kind of special. I didn't have high expectations, though, I just wanted it to be nice and with someone I liked.

I grabbed the purple dress and put it on. It showed all my good curves. My butt was just average and my boobs were a C cup. I have a small taille and a rounding by my hips.

As I looked in the mirror at my body I spotted a bruise on my left underarm. It had the form of a hand and was blue with purple stains around it. I trailed my finger over it and felt a small sting.

I was still looking at my bruise as the door opened and the green-eyed man walked in.

I stood frozen in my place and my breaths became unsteady. I felt my body lightly began to shake of all the fear that ran trough my body.

'Grace?' I softly whimpered as he said my name in a monotone voice.

'Y-yes?'

'Come with me.'

I didn't know he had walked to my side, so when he grabbed my arm, which was bruised, I screamed out of shock and pain at the same time. My knees began to tremble and I fell to the floor as he let go of my arm. I sobbed loudly as the pain that shot through my arm was unbearable.

'N-no please d-don't h-hurt me a-anymore.' I sobbed as I caressed my arm in my chest and softly stroked the bruised skin.

'Who did this?' He asked in a voice that didn't show any emotion.

'T-the man who brought m-me here.' I whispered in fear.

'Grace, I am not going to hurt you. I'm here to help.' He said to me.

I looked up and saw him standing a step away from me. He took the last step and he was kneeling in front of me. his eyes were soft but that was the thing what scared me off. I crawled away from him and pleaded him to not hurt me. I looked him in his eyes and saw his eyes hardening by my words. He stood up and walked away from me.

He was by the door and looked at me for the last time. His eyes were back to his usually dark green eyes as he closed the door on me once again.

I heard him shouting orders at men and heard his footsteps stalking away from the door.

I heard him shout at someone in a terrifying voice that made me cower away in the corner of the room.

My mother always told me that after the storm there would be silence. The silence came but not the way it was wished from me. I wished for a peaceful silence, one that would be caused by talking. not one that would be caused by violence and anger. I knew that my mother didn't have a peaceful ending but that didn't mean I didn't wish it to someone else. everyone deserved a happy and a peaceful ending, despite the bad thing that you may have done. God didn't give second chances for you to waste. You had to caress it, love it and live for it. Because that would be the only change for you to experience life once again. you may had the choice but others didn't. they didn't have a choice, their destiny was already set.

And for the man that stood in front of the green-eyed man, his destiny was already made the moment he made his second big mistake in life. God didn't save him a third chance. I knew that for sure.

Because one minute later, I heard a trigger being pulled.

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Kris Cooper
I think taille is misused here.
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