TW- rape, violence

His arms are around me, squeezing me close to his clammy, naked body.

Maybe had I not been 16 and a lesbian and non-consenting it would have been cute.

I feel sick. God, I feel so fucking sickened, all I want is to get dressed and leave this place. And yet of course, here I am.

People call it shocking.

I call it Sunday morning.

I try to break free of the arm-prison, and he wakes up.

"Morning." he half smiles. "How ya doin?"

"Good, but I actually have to go now." I keep polite but I feel like sobbing. I grab my clothes, not wanting him to see me any longer.

"Aw, leaving so soon, baby? Why don't you stay and daddy will make you breakfast?"

Every word makes me want to vomit more. Even if he did make me breakfast I would, very unlikely, be able to keep it down.

"No thank you, Mr..." I struggle to remember his name, before just letting my voice trail off.

"Oh, well, Ill be requesting you again, Trixie."

I hate that name. Fuck, I hate that name so much.

"Okay." I force a smile, and leave, heading straight to a nearby cafe and getting a coffee. I then start to head... well, it's definitely not home.

Where is home?

Mother's house? No... that wasn't a home.

Evie's house? My cousin is the sweetest, albeit slightly annoying, person I've met, but I know I'm not really welcomed there.

Mrs Caddel's house? I mean, she was like a grandmother, except for the fact she developed chronic arthritis and after a while it became more me caring for her rather than her for me. I didn't complain. I couldn't.

I go back to where I'm residing, and as soon as I walk through the door, I receive a sharp slap across the face.

Tears sting in my eyes. I'm very much used to being slapped, but it takes me off guard.

"We heard you've been disobeying when it wasn't in the instructions." My boss says.

I never bothered learning his name. All I know is he's tall and scary.

"Sorry." I mumble. I receive a punch this time, across the jaw.

"And stop looking so goddamned miserable. Depression ain't sexy, girl."

I nod, feeling the tears come dangerously close to falling. I keep my head bent.

Then, a shove. I fall to the ground. I've always been small, and yet before I could take on anyone in a fight. Now I feel like Ive lost all strength in me. Tears fall.

"Idiot girl." he shakes his head and leaves me, I crawl the rest of the way to the bathroom, finally breaking down sobbing as I struggle to lock the door.

The bathroom is the only place I properly get privacy these days. I fish my phone from my pocket, and, hands shaking, slowly type out the three numbers.

999.