COLOURS OF THE DEVIL

TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. DON'T WORRY, THE ABUSE SCENES WILL NOT BE SO VIVID IN THE COMING CHAPTERS.PEBBLES' POVDECEMBER 24TH, 2015Sanguine liquid dribbled down my face and unto my white turtleneck blouse, staining it red. My hand slowly rose and touched the corner of my left brow and I flinched in pain as my fingers brushed against the deep, fresh cut. The warm and sticky substance oozed out in waves. I quickly removed my hand and tilted my head so that my eyes met the ceiling of the tiny closet where I hid. I lifted my palm above my face, my eyes widened in horror as my honey-brown hand was painted with wet, crimson juice.“Bl—blood, ” I whispered to myself. My teeth were chattering and my heart tightened at the sight of the bodily fluid. I used one palm and clutch my chest. I gripped the front of my blouse so tightly, my knuckles became white. My rear hit the wall as I stumbled backwards. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, but

I was starving and dehydrated when I was found the next day. The maid heard my weak cries and informed my grandmother. Grandma came running as soon as she heard. “Why were you in the closet?” She hugged me tightly, checking my body to see if I was hurt. “Quick, get her some water," she ordered the maid. Grandma hugged me again with tears pooling in her eyes. “I am OK, grandma. I was playing, and I got locked in," I lied. Grandma knew my grandfather was not fond of me, but she did not know about the beatings. Bianca and Sinister gave me strict instructions that if I told people, then I would be taken away to go live in the group home. I did not want that. Plus, Grandma had been complaining about forgetting stuff lately, like her keys, business appointments, and birthdays. But the scariest thing was when I heard her talking to the doctor, and he told her she had something called early onset Alzheimer's. It sounded serious, but she promised me that when she left for good, everything woul

Death, it came for Bianca without warning; like a gunshot from behind. One moment she was here flying high above the clouds with her rich, married lover, clinking champagne glasses and probably joining the mile-high club, and then the next minute she was gone. Just like that; she ceased to exist. Engine failure, they said. The sophisticated jet caught fire while it was still in the air, then it exploded into millions of pieces before the remnants fell to the shores of the Rocky Mountains. Should I wear black? I asked myself. Wearing black clothing at a funeral was intended to show respect for the deceased. I searched my soul, but I could find no ounce of respect. I still wore black though. I dare not to get on the devil's dangerous side. He had been colder since the death of his only child. He backhanded a maid for spilling some water, and he kicked the holster for forgetting to clean the stables. Sinister arranged for the funeral to be held just two days after her death, so Jenna

A week later and I went back to the hospital for a check-up. The oddest thing was that I was told Doctor Bailey no longer worked there. The nurse I asked informed me he resigned from the hospital and moved to another state. Something felt off in the pits of my stomach.Sinister avoided me like a plague, but I did not mind at all. Badboy2.0 kept me company while I recovered.❤️Lonergirl: You're really not going to tell me your actual name?💋Badboy2.0: Nope. So, you will not send me a picture, so I know who I'm talking to?❤️Lonergirl: I guess you'll have to wait until we meet at Harvard.💋Badboy2.0: That's like 4 years from now. 😒😒😒❤️Lonergirl: I know, but good things come to those who wait.💋Badboy2.0: Can we at least exchange numbers? I am dying to hear your voice.Shit! I couldn't tell him I didn't have a phone. ❤️Lonergirl: Sure. You can send me your number. I will call you when I'm ready.💋Badboy2.0: You are a difficult and mysterious woman. I like it.❤️Lonergirl: OK. I

PEBBLES' POVSardines and eggs. That was what the devil's kiss tasted like. His lavishly applied aftershave plagued my nostrils with its putrid, citrusy scent.With his tongue still embedded down my throat, he used his hands to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my bosoms. His dent in his pants pressed painfully against my jeans covered thighs. I thrashed around as a sign of protest to his vulgar behaviour. He let out a deep and malignant chuckle against my lips. “You taste so good. I wonder if you will feel as sweet as you taste?” He withdrew his tongue as he held eye contact. His black pupils swirled in the dim lighting of the small closet. I saw the endless depths of evil and darkness in his cold soul through his eyes.His hands left my chest. The left hand trailed its way lower until it stopped at my waist, while the right hand held the knife, running the sharp tip down the front of my blouse, ripping it down the middle. ”I bet you have never been fucked by a real man," hi