worse_thanYou

WARNING - EXTREMELY triggering content - contains VIOLENCE, ABUSE and RAPE

Abby has always felt like the problem child. 
Now amidst the budding angst and confusion of her teenage years, trouble finds her when she falls hopelessly in love with the handsome and mysterious Chris, a man she saw occasionally at school and knows virtually nothing about. 
What starts out as harmless infatuation materializes into something more concerning when she builds a lie or two to try and get his attention, starting with her age.
Pretending to be older to tickle his interest, Abby is about to find out how dangerous it can be to play games with a such a captivating adult, one more than capable of beguiling her into surrendering all control.
It's enough to make her wish she had never crossed his path, but now it's too late: with her lies, she's created the perfect condition, the perfect scene... the perfect victim.

This is a story about innocence, infatuation, obsession, and ultimately, trauma.

Ashes Of Me - The Night of The Rape

A leg? An arm? I had never broken a single bone in my life, I had no parameter for the pain. And that only made me panic harder. Why was I even thinking about it? Why was I even so sick as to consider coming back with an answer? My breathing raced so fast, I grew dizzy!


But then… the unexpected, and hope's mockery once more: As Chris waited and watched me torture myself before taking up the role himself, Joe had somehow managed to stand up and balance upon his bound legs. 


He crept close enough, close enough for me to wander, to read his intention and finally to expect. My stare must have given it away – careless, thoughtless stare, but in truth one can barely contain these manifestations when facing hope under such dire odds – Chris's eyes darted away as he commenced to turn his head, to look back almost instinctively. I did not have time to consider our chance lost, nor did Chris have time to completely squash it: as soon as he turned, Joe paused in his hopping and shuffling, only to throw himself upon Chris like a dead weight.


I don't know why I screamed as the two of them fell down next to me – was it fright? Was it fear? Was it just an attempt at disorienting Chris? No… I think I screamed out of sheer agitation for what was to come! My eyes, which had just started turning dark from over-ventilation, saw clearly again: Chris tried to push the cop away, while the latter rolled over him, keeping him down as much as he could. There was no besting him – this much we all knew: I would be the one to have to take action!


I crawled away from them and stood up fast, then desperately looked around myself. Spotting it, I grabbed the knife from the floor, my movements clearly distinguishable for the two of them. Chris paused to look at me, and so did Joe. 


Their eyes weighed, surveying me. And though Chris looked like he was about to exercise some caution in addressing me, the cop didn't entertain any hope of my putting that knife to good use. He knew I wouldn't, knew I couldn't… not even now, not even after all those threats. Self-preservation couldn't help me - nothing could, actually! Not when it came to Chris. There was no hope in his eyes, but… validation at last. Recognition, and acceptance of this invariable shortcoming I carried like I had nothing else in life to cling to. 


Chapter 55th