Whispers of Belonging

anted to escape Raymond's toxic and dark world as quickly as possible. I ran for a long time, and eventually hi

top right now," Raymond

o? What more could you do, Raymond? Give me a slap? That's what you did. stomp me? Each and every day. Knock me out with a punch? You may disregard that. Make me bleed, please? starve me? outdated

away from him than he was to catch me. I picked up my pace and at last noticed a large house in the middle of the woods. I was drawn in

e in making my

rmed inside the house wearing my bulky trousers. It took me a moment to realize that maybe twenty guys, or more, were obse

te. They got up and came over to me. Their faces showed conflicted emotions, and I could under

brown eyes were full of worry as he asked again, "Who are you?" Raymond, who was

not to support my brother's abuse because the person who spoke with me genuinely cared about my welf

of hatred in his eyes, he walked up to me and said, "Willow, you fucking bitch!" I in

dy in front of me. Using a metal pan, he shielded me from the rock b

you think you are doing?" It was the first time I

ded to be tough. He answered, "She's my sister; I want her home." I re

od's sake, and you never thought of me as your sister! That building is not going to be my home. Give me some space." I screamed as my anger b

r how foolish he was. He was, however, abruptly stopped in midair and violently pushed to the ground. It seemed so simple to the man. Though

he could have hoped for. I didn't care that he was bleeding an

me and saw that the guys were obviously upset and embarrassed. They were flushed, and

Since they weren't the priciest kind, if one concentrated, they coul

t was strange how they pretended to hear me wh

uple, but I was frozen in place when two arms encircled my waist. The s

rilliant honey. His flawlessly cut dark blond, almost brown hair and his tan skin gave him an extremely beautiful ap

true that I had experienced abuse my entire life. But I was still a young child, and

e me in and awaken my senses. I shouldn't have been afraid to exp

eparably

me to believe I was hallucinating. I was back in the real world, i

"No, I don't think so..." I drifted off and once more disappeared into hi

When I had just about freed myself, I was not prepared to be the helpless girl. All

one could never feel at home in a house they had

d gave the men a fierce look as they, dare I say it, gave us a respectful look. "All of you, return to your rooms, and do not dare spare another glance a

s on my mind. "Are you mine? Why?" My eyebrows went up in puzzlement. This

I had complete faith in myself alone. I would occasionally even doubt my own abilities. I was an emotional wreck in need of clari

burst in my stomach. It sounded real. Before I could stop mys

he said. I had no idea wh