I love the twins and my parents more than I cherish my own life at this point and the thought of Drake harming any of them causes a twisted pain in my chest. His words “No more Alex…no more Johnny…” linger in the back of my mind, enough to give me the chills… and not the good kind either. There isn’t a minute, hell… every second I’m thinking about his threat to hurt the people I love. I’m constantly looking around, scared he’s lurking around the corner ready to jump me for thinking about anyone other than him. Sometimes I find myself waking up in a cold sweat all because I dreamt about that night I kissed the twins, I’m so afraid Drake finds out about my dreams. I guess Drake got what he wanted after all, I can’t even think about Talon or Tyler without going in full blown panic mode. I barely allow Alex and Johnny to touch me so there’s no way in hell I can even envision the twins hands on me. At the time it was what I needed but I had no idea what that void would do to our relationship in the future. What I allowed him to do to me.Īfter refusing the twins into my bed since the day Alex found me all bruised up, and after continuously pushing the twins away, they started putting distance between us. I suppose I would get inked up if I wasn’t too afraid to let anyone see the evidence of what Drake left on me….
That’s something that will haunt me for the rest of my life. The first time Drake slammed me against the door I knew I should have left him but I didn’t and that’s entirely my fault and no amount of what-ifs will heal all these wounds engraved into my flesh. I’ve been thinking about getting some ink to cover the ugly scars because no amount of vitamin E oil will repair the skin but I’m not even sure I want them gone… it’s a reminder to never second guess myself again. Drake marred my pale skin with ugly pink marks when he whipped me. The bruises and scratches eventually healed but my lower back and ass are fully scarred. I will not get any more people involved when it comes to my problems. I’ve been absolutely miserable and I don’t know how to fix it or if I even want to.Įveryone wants to know what happened at Point Bright but I refuse to speak about it.
I can’t even use the term moody to describe the temperamental attitude I’ve had since I found myself in this situation. My emotions are all fucked up and all I want right now is to be left alone.
I’ve been home for a week since Drake attacked me and left me behind in this town to find someone that could help him control his wolf, Sebastien.
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