Story About Abuse 소설 & 이야기

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains violence, abuse, dubious consent, stalking, murder, alcohol and drug use, bondage, and other scenes that may be triggering to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. NOTE: This story touches on some serious topics and do know that if you're going through the same or know someone who is going through this you and they are not alone. There is help out there just waiting for you to take it. Four Years Earlier [Brielle's POV] "We're here!"

I had not cried when I was beaten and cursed after I returned to the past, but the kindness of a stranger broke me. There were people in this world who cared about me. I needed to be brave enough to move on. I finished the apple slowly, leaned back against the pillow, and unlocked my phone. The top trending story was about a top student brutally abused by her family. The video showed me covered in blood while Jane stood beside me in a spotless white dress. It was a sharp contrast. The reporters always admired talent. They attacked my so-called resurrected parents and described them as villains who sided with their adopted daughter to abuse their own child and steal her achievements.

This is a story of how the main character’s life fell apart. I want to warn you that there are acts of violence in this story that may trigger some readers. This story contains acts of domestic abuse, and memories of sexual assault. This is not an easy story to read, and I caution all who do read it that there may be moments that will haunt you, I know because they haunt me to this day. Another warning this story contains is tales of addiction, again something that may be a trigger to some readers. My final warning to you is that this story includes mental health issues. Although this may not be considered a trigger, I want to make sure that you know exactly what

For a mature audience only! This book contains explicit content with violence, murder, torture, psycological abuse, depression, suicide attempt, rape, noncunsensual and forced sex. This is a fictional story and my opinion is that any form of nonconsensual and forced sex is considered rape, unless it has been consented in advance. I don’t believe it is right for any man or woman to abuse another person, like Alessio does, in a relationship or outside one.

“I am so sorry for everything. I don’t hate you. I really don’t.” I did not realize that I was crying until Zoe reached for my face and wiped the stains of my tears. “I know. Trust me, I know.” She sniffled. “They said that the disorder is often the result of sexual or physical abuse during childhood,” She explained as she clenched her headphones in her hands. “But you were never abused, were you?” I felt a bit worried. I never knew about any abuse in her past. But again, you could never really know everything about someone, can you?

Then I turned in my seat and watched him cross to the podium, unable to help admiring his animal grace and stunning good looks. Every step he took commanded attention and respect, which was a feat, considering his easy and unhurried stride. He looked none the worse for wear after our abandoned fucking in his limo. In fact, he seemed like a totally different person. He was once again the man who had said mean things when he i told him about our pregnancy, supremely contained and quietly powerful. “In North America,” he began, “childhood sexual abuse is experienced by one in every four women and one in every six men. Take a good look around you. Someone at your table is either a survivor or kn

We walked with the guards through the pack, and paraded the two of them in front of everyone, which caused a crowd to form, and that is when the humiliation started. “Welcome one! Welcome all! Welcome to our retelling of a tragic story, one that happened not too long ago. We are, of course, talking about the abuse of a little girl since the age of eight! I know shocking, right? Well, what if I were to tell you that the abuser is currently among us, being escorted to the dungeon, after years and years of manipulation? Would you be excited then?” Zayn stated, waiting for a response from the crowd, and boy did he get one, because everyone erupted into cheers.

And a mother could never imagine seeing her children in pain because of the mistakes she had made. Leyla's eyes glowed as she heard the word abuse. For some reason, Leyla could now feel the pain that woman was going through. "I fell in love with a human. I had a mate. I was married. But I was a fool. I ran away from my mate. I was pregnant. But I never told my mate. I took my daughter with me. I settled up a life with the love of my life. For me, he was the best man I could ever ask for. I accepted his four boys and he accepted my baby girl." The woman started telling Leyla her story. Leyla didn't interrupt her at all. Leyla wanted to know everything.

I suppose being in the business he is in, something like this is bound to happen. I hate that he didn't tell me about that part of his life, I have been talking to Michelle and she has been telling me a lot about the man who goes to Harvey's club. She told me that her husband was abused as a child, he was sodomized by someone his family trusted and that it scared him mentally for a long time. She said that they had to go through a lot of therapy for him to be able to even talk to her about the whole ordeal.

The one woman he had promised never to hurt but to forever love, he had starved, beaten and scared her to the point where her wolf had been triggered, taking full control and purged out all Morana’s memories. The poor girl had been hurt all her life, by her uncle, her pack, his pack members and even worse her own mate. Morana had experienced an endless cycle of betrayal, hurt and abandonment and all she craved for was a shot at love. Tears began to fall from his eyes, his entire being shook and her mourned for all the things is mate had lost, he cried for the little girl who witnessed her mother being torn to pieces, cried for the girl who wondered day and night when her father will come to