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Chapter 12

MIRABELLE'S POV

Flashback ( trigger warning)

I was running home in the rain and cold but that wasn't what I was worried about. I'm late. I was supposed to be home at 4:00 but it's 5:30 and John was expecting me at the house so I can cook his food and clean the house.

I wasn't even feeling the cold or caring how people were staring weirdly at me. I was worried if I would see the sunrise tomorrow or not.

As soon as the house came into view and I saw his car in the driveway, I felt my heart sink. I froze in my spot and didn't realize that I was holding my breath until I felt dizzy. I broke out of my trance and made my way to the house.

I stood on the doorstep contemplating if I should run or just man up and go inside.

If I ran John would tell his friends and they would catch me and bring me back to him. Than my punishment would be worse. This time wouldn't be any different from the other times that I have tried to run away.

If I stayed he'd still hit me but it would be less hurtful if I tried to run.

After weighing my options I decided to just put my big girl pants on and enter. I took out the key and shakily opened the door hoping it wouldn't creak.

But, of course luck wasn't on my side because the door creaked loudly. I held my breath as I waited for the blow to come. But nothing came.

I went inside slowly and shakily hoped he'd be passed out. But as soon as I closed the door a fist came flying and hit me in the nose.

I fell to the floor from the force of the punch. He fisted my hair in a tight grip and bought his face dangerously close to mine.

His foul breath fanned my face as I scrunched my face in disgust.

"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU HUH?" He yelled, I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to control my tears.

"A...at s...school." I whispered as I shivered from fear.

"Don't lie to me you fucking bitch. I bet you were whoring around with guys weren't you?" He spat, making spit land on my face.

I shook my head disagreeing with what he said.

He banged my head on the floor, hard. The world was spinning as my vision blurred. He picked me up by my throat and banged my head on the wall harder than he did on the floor.

I felt the familiar red crimson liquid trickle down face. My hands flew to his that were wrapped around my throat as I started scratching his arms to let me go.

Instead, he only squeezed tighter making my face turn a shade of blue. Once he felt that was enough he dropped me on the floor and starting kicking my stomach.

I gasped for air and started taking huge gulps of air trying to calm my racing heart and trying to get rid of the dizziness.

He kept kicking my stomach until he heard the sound he was waiting for.

*crack*
*crack*

He broke two of my ribs. Once he heard the sound he stopped. I was barely conscious at this point but he wasn't done yet. In fact this was only the beginning.

He kneeled down to be face to face with me. He grabbed my jaw in a bruising hold and brought his face close to mine.

"You're nothing but a mistake. You mother didn't want you, your father didn't want you, no one wants you nor will anyone want you. You hear me? No one." He whispered mockingly making tears roll down my cheeks.

He's right, no one wants me. I mean, if my own parents didn't want me, who would?

He stood up to his height and fisted my hair around his wrist and started dragging me to the living room like I was a mop.

He then threw me roughly against the small, broken table and smashed an empty beer bottle on my head. More blood streamed down my face.

He grabbed another bottle and smashed it on the table. He grabbed a big piece of broken glass and made his way towards me.

I feel my blood run cold as I know what he's going to do. I started crawling backwards "No no no please please don't I...I'm sorry." I cried out, pleading him.

"Aww you're scared? It's okay I will be fast. Beside you deserve it, you deserve everything I do to you. You're nothing." He faked a smile and mockingly whispered.

Once I felt the hard feeling of the wall behind me. I knew, I knew it wouldn't make a difference.

In a second he was over me and he tore my shirt. I was left only with my bra. He looked at me lustfully making me shiver in disgust.

"It's a shame that your pretty." He said making bile rise in my throat.

He turned me over so that I was lying on my stomach within a blink of an eye. I started thrashing around hoping to free myself and flee.

He leaned down crushing me with his weight and I felt his disgusting breath on my neck making goosebumps appear on my body. And not in a good way.

I felt the tip of the glass on my neck. He ran very it slowly down my back until he did it again. He did this for a few minutes until it reached my right shoulder blade and it stopped there.

He applied pressure making me bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from screaming in pain.

He added more pressure and I still didn't make a sound. That was until I felt him starting to carve something.

"No no no please stop please I'm sorry I won't do it again." I sobbed as my salty tears coated my flushed cheeks.

He didn't listen instead he kept going. I was lying in a pool of my own blood and I could barely keep my eyes open.

"Now you'll always remember that you're nothing but a whore. And this," he patted where he carved "Will always remind you."

He whispered sarcastically in my ear and he finished his torture with giving me a sloppy kiss on my neck.

I was too weak to try and fight him off. I could barely move at this point and the blood loss was adding to the pain.

After that I heard his footsteps fading away, the door slamming on his way out. I heard his car leaving the driveway and let out a breath.

I felt my eyes become droopy and thought one last thing before the darkness engulfed me.

'Why me?'