Cruel

Ru knew the world was cruel; she learned that the hard way. She thought that she was the only one, but when she met Luke Hemmings and then Calum Hood, everything changed.

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14. 13.

Chapter 13

 

Month 15. Day 25. Continued x3

 

“We’ll figure this out; everything will be okay. I promise I won’t let him do or say anything to you. I promise.” Luke says as he paces his tiny room. I’m sitting on his bed, my knees pulled up to my chest. “I promise I’ll talk to Ashton and Michael about not letting him move in.”

 

I wave my hand in the air so he looks at me, and when he does, I shake my head. I quickly write out, “Won’t be necessary.”

 

He gives me a strange look, “what won’t be necessary?”

 

“Making it so he can’t live here.”

 

“Why the hell not? As soon as I tell Ashton and Michael what he said to you, there’s no way they’re going to let him live here.” He continues to pace the room, his hands tugging on his hair. Annoyed with his pacing, I grab his arm and pull him down onto the bed. He chuckles, “whoa babe. Eager much?”

 

I roll my eyes, “You’re not talking to Ashton and Michael about this. Please Luke.”

 

He sighs but wraps his arms around me. “I don’t know why you would want to put up with him.”

 

“Everyone has a story behind them; he might have had a reason to say what he did.”

 

“He doesn’t have to be a prick, though.” He mumbles, making me laugh. “Can you tell me your story now? Tell me what happened?”

 

I take a deep breath and nod, even though I’m still extremely nervous. What if I can’t remember how to say certain words? What if my voice box doesn’t want to work?

 

“Before I start,” I say, having to clear my throat a few times. “I don’t want your sympathy and I don’t want you to look at me any differently or anything. I haven’t told anyone this and I trust you, so you better not fuck up my silent streak so you can go blab my story to someone.”

 

He looks at me, “Ru, your story… what happened, is between us.” I nod and chew on my lip.

 

“Well, my parents told me they were getting a divorce, which of course I was upset about. So I decided to take a walk, something I did often. Well, while I was on my walk, I was hit in the head from behind and when I came to, I was locked in one of those basement cellar things like in the horror movies or in those cop shows. Yeah, well, after like an hour of waiting down there, this guy comes down… And for two whole weeks…. it was nothing but..” I stop talking and take a deep breath, rubbing my face.

 

“Hey,” Luke whispers. “It’s okay, keep going.”

 

“Fourteen days of nothing but being raped and then throwing up when the guy went back upstairs.” I pause and clear my throat. “I don’t even know how I had anything in my stomach left to throw up after the fifth day.”

 

“How did you get away?”

 

“On the fourteenth day, the guy came down with a big platter of food. I knew not to eat a ton of food because that would only make me throw up, but I ate enough to give me some energy. When I was done eating, he untied me and told me to leave. It took me a few hours to find my way home and yeah, that’s about it.”

 

After replaying in my head everything that had happened for those fourteen days, I’m worn out. I unwrap myself from Luke’s arms and lay on the mattress, looking up at the ceiling. I’m trying not to cry because I hate showing my weakness. Luke watches me and I glance over at him to see him looking confused. He’s probably processing everything I said, so I let him, and close my eyes.

 

“Did he ever tell you his name?” he whispers. I shake my head and Luke lets out a breath. “Damn.” I nod. “So why be silent? Why does being silent have anything to do with what happened?”

 

“I knew that if I acted how I normally did, I would end up blurting out everything that happened. I didn’t and still don’t want my mom to know what I went through. So I let her think I ran away, and I let her think I’m the devil’s spawn. Anything is better than her knowing what actually happened.”

 

“Do you think she’d really treat you differently?”

 

I nod, “I know my mother. She’d most likely be up my ass everyday, all day, asking if I needed anything and crying all the time. I don’t need or want that.”

 

Luke doesn’t say anything, just lays down next to me and wraps his arms around me.

 

After a year in therapy, I told someone what actually happened that day.

 
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