Eventually, I just didn’t follow them because I didn’t want them to ask too many questions and I might not be able to answer any of those. Even because I, still seem to have a hangover from what happened. It was as if my brain was left in the office after he told me that, while my co-workers surrounded me.
I dropped my back on the bed and felt what had happened. I never thought I would go back to the past like a teenager who knew how my crush felt for me. I know nothing will happen yet because the past is already past. That will no longer appear because I have long been buried in oblivion.
I waited a few more hours as I waited for Adams to phone me. He told me that he would just call me just in case he was doing nothing, but I still hoped that he might contact me after their dinner. As I waited, I was already pulled into drowsiness because Adams seemed to have no intention of calling today.
Until I woke up because of the ring of my phone next to me.
I didn't check at the caller, since I assumed it was Adams. When I answered the phone, I also closed my eyes. I have no idea what time it is. I didn't think it was too late yet, so I wasn't startled when Adams phoned to chase.
“Hello,” I said to the person on the other end of the line, my voice still groggy. My pupils are additionally constricted since I feel the need to take a long snooze first. I talked again without interrupting him. “Hello? Adams?” I called his name, but no one replied.
However, I sat down on the bed as the voice on the other end of the line answered.
“What they say about you bringing a new man home to your flat is accurate. Zoe, don't you miss me?” My heart pumped with rage as a result of the profound words he uttered to me. Even when I'm out of breath, I'll remember this voice. “I still thought you couldn't live without me—”
"SHUT UP!” I couldn't finish what he was about to say because I was filled with rage. I thought it was long gone, but hearing the voice of the person I had long wished to forget reawakened a fire inside me. My palms shook instantly, especially when I heard his chuckle.
“Oh my. Oh, my, dear. That's not the reaction I expected from you.” There was a hint of teasing in his voice that I was so scared of. Why else would he come back here?
*Ding dong*
Tears were dripping from my eyes because of the sudden sound of my apartment door. I was still holding the phone while having a sacred eye staring at the door. Did I lock it? How did he track me down here again? I thought I had escaped from him, but when I got better again he got me into distress now. I turned off my phone and just stared at the door when its handle rang as if forcing it open.
When someone finally unlocked it, I felt like I was fainting and winded. I couldn't breathe, my chest tightened, but I cried even harder when I saw who had entered. All my fears were like magic that suddenly disappeared. I crawled over to him and almost fell if he hadn't just caught me. His eyes also widened at me and the question filled his eyes, but I hugged him first.
“Wait, what happened to you?! “ As I sat on the edge of the bed, he knelt in front of me. But I just clutched his head again because I was frightened Derek Saltier would enter my room if I let him go.
Derek Saltier is my long-term ex-boyfriend, but the man I thought I knew for a long time crushed my heart. He ripped me apart as if I wasn't human. He violated me, but that was not the end of it. He gave me to his pals. They have raped me. There are more than three people. There aren't simply four. But they're six.
How many years have I felt their every caress on me that, I believe, will never be removed? Every grip they had on me was noted for me at that point. Every night I weep because they are a waste of time because instead of enjoying those days, I am wasting my time on my question of;
“What did I do wrong, and why did they do this to me?”
Adams pulled me on the bed and held me. He gently caressed my hair, but it didn't put me to sleep. Every time he strokes me, I better. I'm relieved, but every time I think I'll have to tell him why I'm sobbing, I become afraid. What if he, like everyone else, became disgusted with me? What if he doesn't want to touch me anymore, since I have already been reached by so many men?
They were the reason I was created with this physique. I never wanted to have a really sensitive body, but it was as if they drove me insane with sex because of what they did. They were my drugs back then, and if I have any regrets, it is because I was swept away by them in their touch.
“Are you calm now?” he questioned before kissing my brow. I'm unable to respond to his question. I simply want to wrap my arms around him. My face was plastered into his chest, and I nuzzled him as if I couldn't bear the thought of losing him. I simply want us to stay this way. I was thinking as we hugged, but I didn't think I could say it out loud. I assumed that could only be expressed in my head.
“May I just stay at your house? You have no one in your house with you. And, finally, if you wish to stream, I can assist you.”