You Belong With Me

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Michelle Levine's pov

TW: RAPE, PANIC ATTACK

I was washing the dishes as Walker watched the news.

I was humming to you belong with me (Taylor's version), half my mind listening to the news and another half focusing on the dishes.

But something caught my attention.

"Police has discovered that 7 year old Ivy Greene was raped and murdered in an alleyway." The woman said through the screen.

I halted my action, my attention now 100% on the TV.

It showed a clip of the girl getting raped, begging for him to stop, but he just ignored her and treated her like a toy to play with.

I had flashbacks in that moment of when I was in the girl's position, only my rapist was someone i was meant to trust - my uncle.

Hearing the begging caused me to drop the plate I was holding without even realising it.

Walker turned around quickly and the noise.

My breathing becoming heavy, sharp and fast.

I slid down to the floor, trying to remember how to breathe.

"Oh shit, Michelle, it seems like you can't breathe," he said, unsure what to do.

Yeah, no shit Sherlock, I thought but couldn't open my mouth to speak.

"Sorry, stupid claim," he said, as if he read my mind.

"O-okay, match my breathing," he said, taking deep breaths.

I followed, feeling easier to breathe.

"Can you tell me five things you can see?" He asked.

"Y-you, the counter, the c-chipped painting, broken glass and the t-table," I said shakily.

"4 things you can feel? You're doing great," he encouraged.

"My sweater, your hand, my r-ring and Grace," I said, gesturing to the kitten that came when she realised I was in trouble.

"3 things you can hear?" He asked.

"The AC running, your voice and my voice," I said, my voice and breathing becoming more steady.

"What about two things you can smell?" He asked.

"Your cologne and my perfume," I said.

"And one thing you can taste?" He asked.

"Pasta," I replied.

"Great job," he said, "now do you want to tell me why you had a panic attack?" He asked with a caring voice.

"C-can we move the couch?" I asked, my usual confidence and snark disappearing.

"Of course," he said and supported me so we could walk to the couch without touching the broken glass.

"So tell me what happened," he said.

"I told you about my uncle, right?" I said, he nodded in confirmation.

"A-and I told you he got arrested," I said, it was more of a claim than a question.

I sighed, "that wasn't true,"

He looked confused before I elaborated.

"He raped me for a while, and I let it slide for a little bit but then I told my dad after like 3 years," I said, "we tried to press charges, but none of them stuck, he had a really good lawyer, so none of them stuck,"

"So he got off, Scott free," I said.

His face softened as he rubbed my back in comfort.

"I'm sorry that happened to you," he said.

"Do you still want to press charges?" He asked.

"What?"

"You could still press charges, you have clear signs of PTSD, if you pressed charges you could get some closure," he said.

"Since when did you become my therapist," I teased, before becoming a bit more serious, "I think I'd like that,"

A/N: hope you liked that chaotic chapter, the next few chapters are going to be her going on a journey to get that asshole locked up with Walker helping, so stay tuned for that!