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He'll have to break all the rules to keep her, but first she has to break just one and let him in...
It's taken four years, but Anna Fray has finally put the past behind her. Mostly. She fills her days working in a bar and...
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Darkness surrounded me as I lay in the large white bed. The night was peaceful, the silence serene instead of stifling. Moonlight shone through the window, the light bathing the soft white drapes in a dreamy silver glow. My school uniform, usually made up of a navy jumper and matching tartan skirt, now looked grey as it lay scattered on my teenage bedroom floor. The trail of clothing led like breadcrumbs to my naked form in the bed.
I uncurled my body from the cramped ball I had been sleeping in. As I unwound my limbs, the door drifted open, and I felt my heart quiver eagerly as Atticus walked towards me. His eyes burned into mine with a need so deep that I could almost feel it pulling me towards him.
Pure gravity.
Slow and steady, I rose from where I lay, reaching for him in my sleepy state while his scent drifted in the air around me.
He came to me easily, his lips seeking my own like a missile to its target.
My whole body relaxed at the contact of his lips on mine; lost to the feeling of sanctuary he gave me. Almost too lost to register that something was different, that something tainted the feeling of refuge.
The realisation squirmed under my skin like a parasite, uncomfortable and unwanted. His lips were too rough and heated. His tongue forced its way through my lips to plunder my mouth.
I gasped away in revolt, but his hands held me in place firmly as I struggled beneath him. My young, childlike body was too weak against his own.
My frightened eyes locked with his, but they weren't his beautiful cerulean gaze anymore, he wasn't Atticus anymore. He was Mr R in all his hideous glory.
"My beautiful Belle," he murmured in my ear. The faint smell of stale smoke caught at the back of my throat.
His hands wrestled with my squirming body as if I was merely a naughty child. His sick laughter echoed in my ears, and my world swirled and distorted as he touched me. This wasn't like all those times before where he would gently caress my skin and whisper sweet words in my ear. There was no love here.
In this world of dreamy hindsight, it was clear that this echo of a memory was the start of the end for us. The night the tides changed and started to suck me out of my depth. Out to the dark deep water which threatened to drown me.
Every attempt at causing Mr R harm was futile. My actions passed straight through him as if he were just ghost. Only he wasn't a ghost because I could feel him, I could feel his hands all over me. It was so real. Too real. I couldn't take it; I wasn't strong enough, not this time.
"Play nice, Belle. Be the good little girl that I know you are." His words made shivers of disgust shake my body.
My eyes flew open when I felt the sting of his slap on my face.
We weren't alone, not anymore. My eyes darted around the smug, laughing faces of my friends and family as they watched me fight beneath Mr R.
