Catherine rushes through her morning routine, determined to get to her dorm before she leaves. She runs to and from the bathroom, her hurried state causing her to forget to do many things. She dressed quickly, picking her outfit randomly and happy that it matched. She brushed her teeth, went for coffee, then ran back to comb her hair, then made coffee and was about to drink before realizing she hadn't put her makeup on.
She finally got through breakfast and picked up her shoes. She walked while putting them on her feet, struggling to get them on.
Once done she patted her pockets.
"Phone. Where is my - there it is!"
Catherine darted to where her phone sat on the arm of the couch and picked up her keys. Smiling to herself she double checked she had everything before swinging open the door.
Her heart stopped in her chest, and her smile faltered, because oh shit.
His hand was hovering right where the door would've been if she hadn't opened it, and he was smiling in his sick way. It was him. He was back.
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"You're back early!" Catherine said, fear beginning to worm it's way into her mind.
"Yes, well, something interesting happened."
"Oh?"
"Fuck off, I'm not telling you."
She broke up with him, fuck.
"Look, I've had a long flight back here, make yourself pretty eh?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
Catherine felt a burst of bravery shoot through her when she said -
"No."
"What the fuck did you just say to me?"
"No, I -"
Normally he at least let's her finish before he loses his shit on her, but this time he goes straight for the throat. His hands wrap around her throat and puts pressure, choking her.
"You're gonna do as I say."
(No)
"Let's go, I have some ideas for this time."
(Let me go)
He dragged her to their room, and threw her on the bed. She hated how much stronger he was than her, she could never fight back.
He put his hands on her legs -
(Stop)
And forced her pants off.
(Stop)
When she tried to speak he hit her, causing her to let out a cry of pain. She once again forced her mind to go anywhere, anywhere than where she was.
Back at her home, in the meadows of wildflowers.
His hands moved to her shirt.
She used to dance in them, and play games with her sisters.
Her bra.
Sometimes her mother came out to play too, but never their father.
His pants.
She spent time with her father in the library, a reason she loved them.
(Don't)
She loved the books, and the smell that came along with them. She loved that quiet that came with the library, she loved the memories -
(Stop, stop, stop)
She loved -
(STOP)
He pushed into her, and finally she made a noise.
"Stop!"
His hands then moved to cover her mouth and Catherine closed her eyes, and forced herself away again.
She's dancing the meadow again, happy as could be, with her family with her.
Happy, happy, happy, happy.
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FanfictionIt's Aramour. It's a College AU. The Guy is in it. But it's okay, He sucks. [#3 Aramour]
