DISCLAIMER! THE CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL ASSAULT. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE READING THAT KINDLY SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER. I PROMISE YOU WON'T MISS MUCH.I gag the minute his nasty lips press on mine, jerking my head away and I end up hitting my head slightly on the metallic edge of the headrest.This is the most disgusting shit that has ever happened to me and it makes me want to puke my guts out.It is very horrendous.I don't want to scream, if I yell he will take advantage and shove his filthy tongue inside my mouth and I would die before I let that happen. I would rather feed on someone's poop than have his saliva inside my mouth because that would be the last thing I ever taste.He is trying to part my pursed lips using his disgusting tongue and I am doing my best to keep them pursed.I make an effort to shove him away but the more I push him from me, the

I am literally sobbing as I dial Sky's phone number and she answers almost immediately."Jo?" Her voice is hoarse from crying too much I guess, and she sounds so fucking low and very broken."Where are you?" I ask, wiping my tears with the back of my hand."Johnsons hotel. Room number 15." Her voice is drifting away."I will be there in a few. Hold on, okay?""Jo I am..." She trails away."Sky! Sky! Are you there?" I panic and I can't help the paranoia that creeps in."The fuck Sky, don't you dare die on me!" I yell at her through the phone and when she doesn't say anything, I end the call and dial 911."My friend..." I start to say even before they answer my call."911, what's your emergency?" The agent asks me calmly."My friend, she is dying..." "Where are you right n

"What?" Nanny and I gasp in unison."Sky is my sister?" I ask a second later, utterly shocked and I trail my eyes towards Lydia for clarifications. She is busy glaring at dad and she has her fists clenched on either side. It is not so hard to notice how hard she is trying to calm her furious self down and I guess it is taking every ounce of her willpower not to give dad a well-deserved punch.If she wasn't as hurt as she looks right now, I would have thought she is bluffing or I would have concluded that she is high on another drug."Sky is my daughter?" Dad asks a few seconds later and my gaze shifts to him.He is standing approximately one meter away from us and he is staring at Lydia, utterly appalled. "You left without a goodbye and I assumed that something bad probably happened to you... I thought you were dead!" She furiously wipes her tears and she crosses her arm

I stare at Matthew blankly. My eyes popping out and my mouth hanging wide open in utter shock as his words echo inside my head._You are dropping the charges._I scoff, shaking my head in disbelief.Matthew didn't just say that. He didn't fucking tell me to drop the charges."What?" I ask. I want him to say the words again, I heard him the first time but I am having a hard time believing that those words came from him.He glances at me."You are not going to write a statement against Luther." God! This is so unbelievable. Matt wants me to drop the charges against a man that attempted to rape me? I honestly don't know what I was expecting, but I certainly didn't expect him to side with Luther at all.Ain't he supposed to be angry at him? Like extremely furious?He is not supposed to be okay with the fact that anothe

My head is completely buried in the crook of Enzo's neck and my arms are both wrapped tightly around his neck as I focus on letting everything out. Every pain, every ache, every frustration, and every single tear that I have been striving to hold back the entire day comes gushing down my cheeks to his shirt. He doesn't seem to care that I am ruining his pristine outfit with my tears. He holds me tight, his right arm wrapped firmly around my waist as his other hand fondles my back, rocking me back and forth. I am sobbing bitterly, pain coursing through me as today's scenes play in my head chronologically. I don't hold anything back and with every tear that falls, my heart feels magically lighter. I cry until I drain my tear duct until no more tears come out. Until I am out of breath.And I don't pull away, I stay buried in his neck, eyes shut tight as I try to control my heavy breaths and