Escape

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I tried to find a place to hide

I was sitting on the cold counter, trying to hold myself from falling.

I felt like shit. Every cells of mine felt like was on fire, but at the same time like I have been standing in the rain, in the freezing cold for days.

My face and all the other bruises on my body was aching, I felt dizzy, the black dots never disappearing.

The cold marble counter againts my skin made goosebumps engulf my whole body.

When I was waken up by Dylan, I thought I was hallucinating. I needed a few seconds to take in that he was actually in front of me, it's real life. I honestly accepted that I'm gonna die in that room. I could barely keep my eyes open, and I felt like I was flying. The sight of him brought me back to the ground tho. His face was beaten up, full of small cuts and bruises, but he looked alright, like it didn't bother him.

The whole car ride was a blur, I was half asleep, but I remember that Dylan tried to comfort me. In a blink we arrived to a house and I was put in a bed.

The blankets didn't help, I was still shaking from feeling cold.

I don't think I hate anything more than cold at the moment. You're constantly trembling, and you can't relax your muscles for even a minute. Nothing feels comfortable, you can't make your heart feel that warmth that results contentment. I never want to feel cold again.

Dylan brought me in here, and he turned on the shower. He was already shirtless, he took it off in the car to help me warm up. After kicking away his jeans and socks he was standing there only in his boxers.

He came over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. I welcomed his touch. After every touch I received was rather aggressive or rough in that metal chair, the gentleness from him felt unreal.

"I start to undress you, okay?" He asked as he looked deeply in my eyes.

I stayed silent for a moment, but I knew I can't even stand on my own and I need his help, so I nodded.

"Raise your arms, please." He said quietly in a soft voice, like any loud noise would startle me.

I gathered all my energy I had left and raised my arms. He slowly started to pull my shirt and a few seconds later I was sitting there in my black bra.

I wrapped my arms around myself both to protect myself from the cold, and to cover myself from him.

My emotions were all over the place... this was the first time a man saw me like that. I tried to ignore the feeling as my stomach made backflips and took in some deep breaths.

I guess he saw my discomfort so he pulled his hands away as he talked to me.

"I won't look, I promise. You don't have to cover yourself." I looked up and met his eyes, where I saw sincerity.

I nodded and he held his hands out to help me hop off the counter. The room was spinning a bit so I leaned against the cupboard to keep my balance.

His eyes never left mine as he started to undo my pants, and crouched down to slowly pull it down my legs.

His eyes weren't filled with lust or anything, they showed me nothing apart from caring and worrying, that I really appreciated.

My breathing was picking up, because my worst insecurities were in display. I also saw all the bruises on my abdomen, and ribs poking out from losing weight. I teardrop rolled down my cheek from the sight, but I quickly wiped it off. I don't know if I was just overreacting as always, but I kept telling myself that it's all okay now, and I can relax.