Flashbacks

Chapter 12: I'm begging you

“No one will believe you. We all know you asked for this. If you walk out with such slutty clothes, what

do you think men will think? Such a shame they’ll never get to touch you like how I do. You belong to

me. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“Elle?” I heard a voice say. My heart stops. It’s him. He came to get me again. This time, I wouldn’t be

able to run. I couldn’t move my legs. Why won’t my legs move? I need help. Why isn’t anyone helping

me?

I drop onto the floor and begin crawling away. I couldn’t breathe. He grabbed me, though, and pulled

me close to him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here now,” he softly whispered, touching my hair.

“Please,” I begged. “Please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry.”

“I won’t hurt you. You’ll be okay,” he said.

I couldn’t look away from his eyes. He looked so different. He looked happy now that he finally found

me - I can’t do this. I have to get away.

“Calm down,” he said as I began moving a bit. “You’re safe here. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I didn’t believe a word he said. When I finally built up the courage, I punched him straight in the face.

He quickly held his nose as blood began leaking out.

“Noah, go after her,” he said. “She’s gonna get hurt.”

My heart fell to the ground. This whole time, he was playing me. I thought he cared, but he didn’t. He

never did. He was just acting to try and get me close to him. I hate him. I hate everyone.

But…things aren’t adding up. What happened to my dad? Where is he? Dominic and Norma are out

with their friends, so they should be safe. But what about Celeste? I have to call the police when I get

somewhere safe. I can’t do anything while I’m in danger.

I was so close to the door when I felt someone grab me. I screamed, yelled, and kicked. I fought with C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

everything in my body but I couldn’t overpower him.

“Noah, please. Let me go. Don’t bring me back to him,” I pleaded.

“Don’t worry, Elle. You’re safe.”

“You work for him. You have no fucking idea how much pain he caused me. He raped me, Noah.

Please,” I begged over and over again. At this point, I was crying hysterically. I couldn’t breathe

properly. “I thought you were different. I told you -” I couldn’t finish what I was saying as sobs overtook

my words.

He brought me upstairs to my room and laid me on the bed. He looked conflicted. And he should be.

He betrayed me. The door opened and my dad walked into the room. Is he working with him, too? This

was the whole plan, wasn’t it? He didn’t actually want to get to know his now 20-year-old daughter.

I looked at Noah with pleading eyes. He held my gaze for a moment before looking.

“Dad, please let me go. You said you wanted us to have a father and daughter relationship…How can

you possibly work with him knowing what he did?” I asked, about to cry for what felt like the millionth

time.

“Sweetie, what are you talking about? You’re safe, don’t worry.”

I felt my heart stop again. I began screaming and begging them to let me go, but they didn’t let me.

They just stood there and wouldn’t let me leave the room. Then, when my dad touched me, I passed

out due to being too overwhelmed by emotion.

I trusted them. I can’t trust anyone anymore, though. I let my guard down and that was my mistake. I

shouldn’t have done that. Why did I believe them? Why did I think there were people who actually

cared about me? They clearly don’t.

I’ll escape this though. I’ll find a way out. I’ll go to the cops and tell them everything. I’ll fight. I already

lost everything - I didn’t get to have a good childhood or anything because I lived in fear of everyone.

But not anymore.

Everyone who hurt me is going to get a taste of their own medicine. I’ll show them who’s boss, but I

have to figure out a way to get out of this dark place. Why’s it so dark and cold?

“Miss me?”

I know that voice. But I can’t let him control me. Keep walking, I told myself. And I did. I kept walking in

the darkness.

“Why so scared? I know you missed me.”

“No, no I don’t. Leave me alone.” Keep walking, keep walking.

“Yes you do. I miss hearing your screams.”

“I will not let you control me anymore.”

“I’ll always have control over you. You can’t ever forget me.”

“Leave me alone!” I yelled.

“See you on the other side.”

What?

I couldn’t breathe. I needed to keep walking. I could see the door, I just needed to keep going. But, for

some reason, every step forward I take, I seem to be walking backwards and away from the door. I

started running but I wasn’t getting closer to the door.

“Let me leave, you bastard!”

No response.

“Answer you little shit! I’m done letting you control me and my life! Let me fucking live!”

Again, no response.

I began panicking. Why isn’t he answering me? He has to be doing this to fuck with me.

I tried to move my feet but found that I couldn’t. This time, I don’t even try to fight it. I just lay there,

alone and cold and in the dark. Because I’m done fighting.

I’m over it.