Chapter twenty-five

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TW: mentioning of SA-> if you are uncomfortable reading about such a sensitive topic then please don't continue.

Liam motions for someone behind me and I feel disgusting hands grab me.

No no no!

I still can't move.

I can't breathe.

I can't have a panic attack right now!

Please not again.

This is a nightmare.

I finally register what's happening around me.

The two guys and Liam are dragging me upstairs.

I wanna fight but I can't.

I'm petrified.

I want my brain to function and think rationally but I can't.

I only see and feel and hear Liam.

And the team.

Their disgusting words cutting through me. Cutting me bloody.
I'm not bleeding visibly but I feel those words slicing me up on the inside.

That's how it felt; being fucking sliced up.

I hear the guys's voices. Please don't let them be from the team.
Please let me have this one small mercy.

They forcefully throw me on a bed and I look up at them.
My heart in my throat.

I don't think I'm breathing anymore.

They stand there looking at me. And it's much too similar to my nightmare from years ago.

I wanna cry.

I wanna throw up.

I want this to be a nightmare, and nothing more.

I feel my cheek stinging.

I look up, still not really registering everything.

Did he- did he just slap me?

"Are you deaf you fucking bitch?"

I feel a tear rolling down my cheek.

"I see your still as pathetic as you were the last time. But you really are just as beautiful, possibly even more. Me and my friends wanna have some fun. And I'll tell your little boyfriend every fucking detail about how I made you scream my name." Liam seethes down at me.

I'm sure I'd throw up, if I had something in my stomach right now.

My throat still feels closed and I can't even scream.
Not that anyone would hear me. I hear the music from the party loud and clear upstairs.

Therefore I doubt anyone downstairs would hear me scream.

"Get her out of that shirt." I feel someone grab my shirt and it's on the floor the next second.

 𝓜𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 | Enemies to lovers | 18+Where stories live. Discover now