I decided to follow Matthew because I know that Paul would be able to do anything to do
take revenge, but I didn't want him to go that far.
He can't treat me the way he treats his cousin and clients! He can't touch me like he does with
them, because I'm not like them!
My breathing continues to be erratic from the way he pulled me to his body,
while the scene repeats itself in my head without being able to drive it out of my thoughts, but
I will never allow myself to fall into his trap and become his toy.
I clench my fingers in two fists when I see him keep the usual arrogant grimace on his face,
as she looks at me with a raised eyebrow:
"You're pathetic." - he spits out in a voice so cold and merciless that I assume
a puzzled and offended expression at the same time, but as I'm on the point of taking him back and complain, he cuts me off instantly:
"You were born and raised alone ..." - he slams me in the face with his damned monotone voice.
It's not the first time he has accused me of being an orphan and it is not the first time she has done it without any compassion, but with disdain, as if it were a good reason to hate me.
I take a deep breath as he takes a step in my direction, forcing me to take one
back for not having him near my body.
"In an apartment building where a man can't wait to fuck you." - I take a grimace at hid
words, convincing myself that this is not my case even though I know he is completely right,
while he continues to advance even when I find myself with my back to the wall, until he's a couple of centimeters from my face, looking at me coldly from above.
"Even if you cover yourself in black from head to toe." - I jump when his hand squeezes in a punch my heavy sweatshirt, angry and indifferent at the same time, while his
hands turn white from squeezing the black tissue between his fingers at the height of my
abdomen.
«Because you are defenseless, Charlie.» - he concludes, looking me straight in the eye with an look
empty, but this time I don't even find the courage to answer him badly, while his
words echo in my head all the time.
I swallow the lump in my throat when she finally decides to leave my sweatshirt and turn around
with shoulders even wider than before.
I am helpless ...
I remain with my back to the wall, forgetting again that I am in front
of Paul's apartment, but this time I don't run away and take a quick look at the
wooden door a few meters away.
I've been running away from him for years. I've been trying to hide from a hooker like Paul for years
and I never had the courage to face it.
I didn't even have the guts to talk to William and Taylor about it because I hate being
treated like a helpless child and I always refused to accept what Matthew gave me
just banged in the face.
I wouldn't even have talked to Tessa about it, but she was the one who saved me from that monster before he could really drag me to his bed to hurt me.
'(memories)
"Take your hands off." - I wriggle in his arms when he squeezes me to his body enough to make me scare to death , but even if I try to push him away from me Paul doesn't move an inch.
"Stop screaming, Charlotte!" - she holds my hair in his fingers to put my head next to his
his face, but he gives me no way to replicate that he buries his head in my neck, increasing the
caught between my locks, while I widen my eyes at his gesture, looking at my reflection
behind him with her eyes clouded by tears.
I shouldn't have come to him. I should have listened to Tessa instead of wearing this
damn dressed as a whore and look like a clown to please this bastard.
I draw back my tears and clench my fingers in two fists, hurrying to kick him, taking advantage of the fact that he is completely drunk.
I hurry away from his room running before he can recover, but I just have time to open the door and I'm dragged back by his
dirty hands again.
"Where do you think you're going!" - this time his tone is so angry that it makes me shiver,
as he puts his hand on my leg to lift my already short dress, but
as soon as his hand is dragged higher the door opens and the man behind me remains
petrified in front of the figure of my friend.
'(end of memories)
"Teach me!" - I scream before Matthew keeps walking away, as if I feared to change my mind before asking for his help.
Of all those around me and who care about me Matthew is the last on the list, and that's why he is the only one I can ask help to.
The only one who has no pity for me and who wouldn't bother asking me explanations.
Out of the corner of my eye I see him stop at his footsteps, but he continues to look away and his shoulders keep me from seeing his expression.
"Teach me to defend myself." - my voice fades when I realize that he is paying
attention to my words, while I try to repeat
mentally his words to understand that I really need to defend myself and stop
running away, but he leaves me stranded again and forces me to stop when I start walking,
answering with indifference and with a hoarse voice:
"Ask Ian to help you. "
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