~ZaneMy heart was breaking because I could see the pain in her eyes, the pain my father caused. The trauma she was going to have to live with for the rest of her life. I was scared to touch her. What if I did something that reminded her of my father? What if she flinches, thinking I was my father? I didn't know how to touch her the right way anymore without feeling guilty for what my dad did. I couldn't even believe I was related to that monster. I felt so ashamed.How did she endure such cruelty from him? I was freaking out inside knowing this was not the first he had done it, nor would it be the last. I wanted to protect her from him. I needed to speed up the investigation so he could be locked away in prison where he belonged and she could be free from his grasp.I watched as she lifted my hand and placed it on her breast. I wanted to take it away but I couldn't. I was going to do what she wanted if that was what would make her feel

~Nivea“Nah, I’m gonna keep 'em,” he grinned devilishly.“Don’t start Zane, I need it. My skirt is really short, I can’t afford flashing my bum or coochie out in public"“I’m sure you’d be careful love” he kissed my forehead and strolled out. My mouth was still open in shock, as I watched him leave. I couldn't believe he just said that and kept my panties in his pocket. Lifting my skirt up, I went to do my business and wash up in the bathroom, then I reapplied my lipgloss and rearranged my hair. He really pulled my hair though, and held my hands too tight. I could see the red marks on my wrist and I loved it.Now, this was the kind of mark you would proudly show off and not the ones Thomas gave to me.I picked up my bag and headed straight to the cafeteria. I saw Leo chatting happily with Nate, Zane was on his phone and Steve was throwing daggers at Nate. I got th

~Nivea“Hey, don’t spare any deets, I've seen how handsome he looks, and I also saw you on the front page magazine with the hot footballer Ryan,” she beamed, her eyes twinkling with excitement.“Yeah...” I didn’t even know it had gotten to the news.“It was everywhere until it mysteriously disappeared. How did he take it?” she asked.I looked down at my hands, avoiding her eyes. I couldn't lie to her face, ”Yeah, he didn’t handle it well but he understood that I was drunk,” I lied with a small smile on my face. I was sure the disappearance had something to do with Thomas. I guess he must have handled the scandal before it got worse.“How the fuck are you so updated?” I had to ask. “I’m sick, not dead plus I have a phone that still works,” she said sarcastically. “And of course, I have to keep up with the tabloids. You see that” She pointed to a stack of magazines. “Peter brings me one every day,” she grinned. “On first name basis I see,” I smiled. Her cheeks turned pink. She found h

~ZaneSo, I had a girlfriend and I was just finding out? How interesting. “Cheating? When did you ask me out?” I teased. “I think you’ve become delusional,” I said, pulling off my shirt and dumping it in the laundry basket. Cheating? We were never a thing so why would that thought even get into her head? Where was all this coming from?“I’m serious Zane, it’s high time we become serious,” I looked at her to see there was no trace of a joke in her eyes. She was dead serious. What had gotten into her?!“I don’t do relationships and you know that,” I muttered, pulled off my trousers, and flung on the chair. I slid under the duvet and scrolled through my phone. I was not in the mood for this conversation right now.“Aren’t you here so we can catch up? Why are we talking about a relationship?”“I want something more seri

~NiveaI collapsed on the bed, breathing hard, thankful Zane came to my rescue even though we were not on speaking terms. I was not going back to the living room. I only said that so Thomas would let me go. He would become so absorbed with the talks and forget about me as usual, then I would just blame my absence on tiredness and he would let me off the hook.I was so agitated and my mind was going somewhere I didn't want it to. I haven’t done that in a long while, so I decided to do a long self-care instead to get my mind off it. I got the hot tub ready, lit some candles, and soaked in it for a while. I also made a bubble bath, drank some champagne, washed my hair, and did my facials, but my mind kept constantly going back there.Trish's expression kept popping into my head and I felt so guilty and ashamed. The disgusting face she'd made reminded me that I was married to a man way older than