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𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋
𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓
I sat at the kitchen counter, staring at the half-eaten bagel in my hand. My fingers absentmindedly tore off small pieces, dropping them onto the plate below. The room felt heavy, the air thick with unspoken words I wasn't sure I was ready to hear. My thoughts swirled around Andrew and the mess he had made of my life. I couldn't escape it—no matter how hard I tried.
The creak of the door pulled me from my daze. My mom walked in, her expression set, determined. She sat beside me at the counter, folding her hands in front of her. I knew what was coming before she even opened her mouth.
"We need to talk," she said quietly, but there was a weight in her voice that made my stomach knot.
"About what?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
Her eyes softened, but her gaze never wavered. "About Andrew."
I went still, the name freezing me in place. I didn't want to talk about him. I didn't want to relive any of it.
"Mylah, he hurt you." Her voice cracked ever so slightly, betraying the calm front she was trying to keep. "You have to file a police report."
I looked down, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter, fighting the urge to scream. She didn't get it. No one did.
"Mom, he's the governor's son," I whispered, my voice barely holding steady. "It's my word against his. You really think anyone is going to believe me over him?"
Her hand rested gently on mine, a soft comfort I didn't deserve. "It's still your decision. I just don't want you to let him keep hurting you, even from a distance."
I swallowed hard, fighting the tears that threatened to rise. She didn't understand how powerless I felt. How being trapped by him felt like a cage I couldn't break out of, even if I wanted to.
My voice wavered as I finally answered her. "I can't do it. I can't take him on."
We sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the conversation hanging between us like a dark cloud. I felt her eyes on me, and when I finally looked up, I could see the hurt in her gaze.
I opened my mouth, but the words caught in my throat as Nathan walked into the kitchen, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a white T-shirt clinging to his chest. He smiled at me, his presence instantly easing some of the tension I hadn't even realized was there.
