~ Past separated them, now pain will bring them together.~
A teenager Sofia Hayden, experiencing her falling apart family isolated herself slowly from everything that she held dear, especially from her best friend Max Wilder who had just realized hi...
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With the feeling of safety came the knowledge that the fight was over. It made way for exhaustion to break free, in whole and totally out of control.
Sofia ached all over. Mentally and physically feeling drained out, she rested her tired head in her palms.
Sofia was not unfamiliar with hurt, it was the exact opposite actually. And Mevil here had triggered something, bringing forth unknowingly from the deepest crevice of her mind where fear, misery, and melancholy lay side by side—hidden and unspoken.
She might have zoned out a little or had been probably falling asleep right there sitting on the bed. Because a hand on her shoulder made her start, she looked up and, through her half-lidded eyes, saw Max watching her with concern.
It was neither the place nor the time to relive the horror, and so, Sofia pushed back forcefully what all was so determined to pour out.
"You okay? Are you hurting?" Max grunted right after asking it, as if he was irritated by his own words. "Of course, you are hurting. That bastard was—did he—are you—"
Seeing him having trouble forming a coherent sentence, Sofia shook her head negatively. "I'm alright now."
She glanced at Mevil's attempts to sit up, his elbows pushing on the floor in failure. Max had done quite a number on him—there was no question about it.
She looked away, not wanting to stay in this place, anywhere near that pervert any longer. She couldn't believe she had almost been raped.
A frightening shiver ran down her spine.
"Let's get out of here," she said weakly and began to stand up.
Max's hands were immediately on her arms, steadying her, helping her up.
"Careful." Max's voice was frantic when she moaned in the pain that shot through her battered midriff.
"What is it? We need to get you to a hospital," He mumbled, still walking, and having already fished out his phone. "And I need to call the police as well."
Upon reaching the door, Max held it open so that the both of them could get the hell out of there. But their feet froze hearing a splattering, frantic cough behind them.
"This is not over, lover boy." Mevil's raspy voice, threatening and vicious, had Sofia's skin crawl in disgust.
She hated the man like no other.
The hand Max had around her elbow to help her walk stiffened hearing Mevil.
"And I'll make sure you rot in jail for a long time, bastard," Max's strike back was powerful.
Mevil had his back against the wall now, against which Max had throttled him a while back. The way he was holding himself up indicated that he was in a great deal of pain.
