Rescue Me

Lia has lived in the slums of Rio, Brazil all her life and when Lia steals from a shop one night, two boys chase her and pin her to the ground. But what Lia doesn't realise is that this one Irish boy with kind blue eyes will be the one to show her new things and teach her about the world. Maybe even teach her about love.


34. Evil

**Belle's POV**


The American girl led me into another room, where she sat me down on the bed and let me cry. I had led that horrid man to Louis. The one person who had bothered to care about me. 

I had ruined it.

"Are you okay, honey?" The girl asks as I wipe away my tears. 

"I'm sorry," I sniff, looking down at my hands in my lap.

"There's nothing to be sorry for! That man was horrible, he looked like he was going to seriously hurt you." Her voice is sad and my heart clenches.

"He already has," I murmur under my breath.

"What?" She asks, shocked. Crap, she wasn't meant to hear that.

"Belle, has he done something to you?" She asks again and tears fill my eyes again. Slowly, I nod and she gasps. I watch as she rushes from the room and a moment later comes rushing back with the other girl. Lia, I think that was her name, comes in and eyes me warily. I give a small smile and she sits down beside me on the bed. 

"Belle, what did the manager do to you?" She asks with a soft voice.

"He... He..." I start but my throat contracts. I didn't want to talk about it.

"We won't tell anyone unless you want us to," She promises and I take a slow, deep breath. I tell them about how the kind man found me on the streets after my parents kicked me out. They didn't want to have a daughter who was pregnant at seventeen. He owned the hotels and he told me that I could stay there for a few nights until  I found a place of my own. I took Aaliyah and we spent the night. The next morning I got up and he asked me if I would like a job. I said that I loved to dance and I wanted to go professional when I was old enough. He told me that he would allow me to live in his hotel as long as I dance for the crowds every week. I agreed and he provided me with everything I needed. About two years later one night, I was dancing and I hurt myself. I had to stop and as I was walking back to my room afterwards, he caught up with me and beat me until I was black and blue. This carried on for a few months. 

"Then he forced me to... he forced me... he made me.... get with him." I couldn't bring myself to say the word. Brooke and Lia both gasp in shock and I blush with shame. They would think I was a skank. A waste of space. 

"Eventually, his wife found out and she divorced him because of it. So he sacked me and told me I had until morning to get out." I finish, my voice wavarying.

"That's pure evil," Says Lia, obviously disturbed.


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