Chapter 56: MENTAL SCARS STILL LINGER

Arianna

I thought, I was going to die that night.

Twitching like a harmed animal beneath him, I let out another scream but I feel myself slipping away, too overwhelmed with panic and anxiety for imagining him putting his hands or even his dick in more daring places. I will literally throw up if that happens and he would have to use my body in my vomit if that happens.

That disgusting hand manages to pull my top off, ripping into pieces and I’m left bare. Only my jeans were still on. Exploring fingers brushed my mounds in an eager way and my strength failing me to stop his touch on my chest. I felt sick.

My consciousness slips away slowly but still I hear somewhere opening the door and angry voices arguing in the distance. The body on top of me gets pulled off and someone checks my pulse to make sure I’m not dead. In the background my abuser swears at someone and I see him get dragged away, calling over his shoulder that I’m his wife and that they have no authority to take him away.

Wife? I must be imagining things.

“Miss. Do you hear me? Miss?” A male calls out and I recognize it. The guard.

“I will call 911. Just hold on,” my tied wrists gets cut open to free me but I’m too tired to wake up. My emotional state was just gone for a moment.

“Just hold on, okay? The ambulance will arrive shortly. You’re safe,” the guard calmly spoke, helping me sit up and cover my chest with a jacket but I couldn’t get the rest of the words because I let the darkness take me further away.