Previously known as 'On Her Knees'.
Valentina was supposed to be another stripper and Lorenzo the same cold-hearted don who couldn't feel.
What happens when Bad meets Evil...
.. and Damaged meets broken
Worlds collide.
Lust and feelings get in the w...
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everyone has an anchor. something holding them above water. but what happens when you have no one. you sink. there's no light at the end of the tunnel. no voice to bring you back. until all it becomes is utter darkness. no matter how hard you try to pull yourself out, it's useless.
just like hoping, praying someone would help you- pull you out of the water. save you.
relying on someone, it's a weakness. Depending on someone. it makes you weak. and that's what I was. weak. I had been from the minute I shed a single tear over him. his abuse wasn't enough. he always took it the extra mile.
but I wasn't going to sink. I didn't need an anchor. I am the anchor. Even when I'm barely above water, I'll keep myself afloat. No one can save me but me. if I stayed that same weak helpless girl, who fell limp into the same man's arms she knew nothing about but felt the most at ease with. id get walked over. taken advantage of. used. I wanted to change. I needed it.
without it, I'd be the same Valentina. the weak one. the victim.
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the quite yet hearable beeps awoke me from what felt like a year's worth of sleep, but what I did not expect was to be laying in a hospital ward with a bunch of tubes attached from their desired machines to my body.
what am I doing here? Was it that bad?
but then my mind went back to what happened. the club. Scott.
One minute i was dancing. the next i was tied up.
his name itself made my stomach twist and turn. Just when my future was looking somewhat enjoyable, he came and ruined it.
I instantly wished I had forgotten. That all the flashbacks I was getting weren't what had really happened. but who was i fooling. I mentally prepared myself. don't let the tears fall. act ordinary. as if nothing happened.
I was interrupted from my dazed state when familiar voices could be heard.
I rapidly shot up from the bed but regretted it shortly after as my entire core was motionless and agonisingly painful.
looking down, I was clothed in a flexible blue hospital gown. I tried shifting my dishevelled, stray hairs that were coming onto my face as the door opened.
Jordyn and Marco walked inside bickering between themselves, as always, oblivious to the fact I was awake and, well listening.
