(TW: rape ahead.)

Scarlett

It's been a week since that day at my bedroom, where I told everything to Mason. I've been taking pills to sleep and pass my whole time punching the bag, throwing knives or shooting guns.

I don't eat on the kitchen and only talk shortly when people ask me something. I walked by Mason sometimes but looked away or down at the floor every time.

I am acting as I should since the first day. If I didn't got close to him I wouldn't have to tell him.

I think not even the pills are helping today. It's 2am and I'm laying on a bench outside, looking at the stars as the soft breeze helps me relax.

I don't know what he thinks or how things now should be. I'm so overwhelmed by everything, my nightmares are appearing every night. I just needed to leave for a couple weeks from here, but only when everything is done.

Yawning and feeling myself getting tired I get up and walk quietly to my bedroom, laying on the sheets.

"Please don't hurt her, take me instead." My fifteen year old pleads seeing the little kid sleeping peacefully.

Yaakov smirks, looking my body up and down. "Get up." I do as he says and he roughly grabs my arm, pulling me to other room with a single bed.

"I need some pleasure. You will do it."

"W-what do you mean?" I sutter scared, looking at the bed.

"You'll see." He pushes me to the bed laying me and when he's above me unzipping his pants, tears run down my cheek. "No! Please don't!" I scream trashing around.

"You'll like it. Your screams will be pure pleasure, soon." He smirks sickly at me. "No. please, dont! "

He slaps me. "Shut up! I bet how tight you are." He laughs monstrously, taking his boxers down and opening my legs ripping my leggings and panties.

"No. Please! Beat me, torture me, just not this, please!" I sob, screaming.

"Shhh." He says and slams onto me. I scream at the top of my lungs.

It hurts so much.

"Aaah." Yaakov groans slamming while I cry in pure pain. "Please stop! I'm begging you! Please!" I yell and he grabs roughly my hair pushing my head back to the pillow. He kisses my neck, bitting hard on it.

"STOP! HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!" I yell feeling pain through all my body, as his nails get deeper on my skin. "Shut up! No one will hear you." He laughs, slamming harder.

I feel something hot inside me, and he stops, roughly pulling his manhood out, making me sob louder.

"We will have so much fun." He smiles sadicaly at me as he zips his pants up.

I stay on the bed feeling dirty, sore, and disgusted.

Jumping on my bed, I try to calm my harsh pants. I'm sweating from everywhere and crying. I rub my arms feeling his hands all over me again.

It's ok. It's gone. You're safe.

Taking the sheets of of me, I enter the shower rubbing my skin until it burns, to takes his touch away.

My tears get mixed with the water falling from the shower, who muffles my loud sobs.

After I don't know how long I get out and look at the foggy mirror seeing my irritated skin. I cry more, and dress on a sweatpants and a hoodie heading to Mason's bedroom.

Entering I see it's empty. He's probably on his office. Either way I lay on his bed feeling his smell engulf me, making me safe, and fall asleep minutes after with tears still falling from my eyes.

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Entering the meeting room where everyone was seating, Dominic leads me to a chair next to Mason. I woke up early and seeing that he wasn't in his bedroom I made the bed and left, like I was never there.

When he enters the door, everyone stays silent his gaze drops to mine. I drop my own down after a couple of seconds.

I can't bare to look at him. I still feel dirty from this night and for everything that happened in that basement.

When he sits next to me and Dominic starts talking about something he kisses the side of my head, and my gaze snaps up to his. He gives me a small smile and turns to listen his father words.

Why did he do that? Was a sign that he was ok with all that? A reassurance that he still cares about me?

"We found him." Dominic sentence makes my head snap up. "Thanks to those files we picked up from his old house. He's in Russia, get yourselves ready, we're going tomorrow morning."

They found him. Tomorrow morning it's all over. I can finally, after six years, move fully on.

They found him.

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Short chapter, but what's coming will be interesting! Stay tuned :)

Any guesses of what will happen?