WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS FOR VICTIMS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.
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The four walls surrounding me were beginning to close in. I was all alone in the darkness, sat on an uncomfortable oak chair. I'd already told the front desk that I was here to report a crime; immediately I'd been made to feel like the suspect. I was the victim. Surely I was, none of this is my fault; it can't be.
Someone in my position would need a boost of positivity, but all that circled me was a depressing shade of blue. Each wall was plain, dull; it was lacking any form of colour. I began to pick at my finger nails, afraid of what was to come. I already knew this was going to be a long process, and it was yet to begin.
The door swung open behind me, swirls of sickness begun to rise up my throat.
"Hello Grace, my names Kate. I specialise in domestic violence cases, I am here to support you." She whispered, placing a plastic cup of water on the table.
My mouth suddenly turned dry, aching for the clear liquid. I grabbed the cup, gulping it down in a matter of seconds. I was already regretting agreeing to this, letting Liam bring me here was a big mistake.
"Grace, I understand this is a tough situation for you. Take your time, I will wait until you are ready." She continued, smiling at me reassuringly.
I forced a smile back, already holding back the tears that were beginning to blur my eyesight.
"I-I-I don't even know where to start." I stuttered, a single tear begun to slide down my cheek.
Kate smiled again, pressing record on the tape recorder on the table, "Tell me where you met this boy, where did it all begin?"
I sighed, pinching the skin harshly on my thighs. The pain was thrilling, easing the emotional pain that was beginning to shred my insides. The start was the easy part, falling for Luke was a memory I remembered so sweetly. Life back then was bliss, and I missed those days; I missed that side of Luke.
"I met him at school through some friends, he was really sweet to me at the beginning. You know, dates, presents, flowers - he always made sure I was happy, that I knew I deserved the best." My lips tugged up into a smile, memories of our relationship flourishing clear in my mind.
"He bought me flowers for my birthday once, a huge bunch of beautiful red roses. I thought he was amazing, I mean as a girl you always dream about a boy buying you flowers and treating you like a princess. Luke done exactly that, he treated me like I was the only girl in the world." My smile quickly disappeared, memories of the aftermath of that birthday resurfacing.
"What happened after he gave you the flowers?" Kate asked, beginning to write on the notepad in front of her.
"My friend's Hunter and Liam, they came round my house to give me my birthday presents. We all got along back then, but Luke got angry because they'd come despite nobody inviting them. My mum told them to come in for my birthday dinner, and after they left later on, Luke lost it." I recalled, my heart aching from the reminders of the ruins of my sixteenth birthday.
Kate pursed her lips, the ringlets of her curly blonde hair falling across her face, "When you say lost it, what do you mean?"
I sighed, letting out a deep breathe before I replied, "He told me that I was a slut, that I was flirting with Hunter and making myself look like a whore. I told him I was sorry, that I never intended to flirt with him because I loved him, and only him. But..."
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