ned, but can she

-

ly'

tretch golden fingers across the worn wooden fence, the garden, the

fast, and yet each moment dragged with memories I didn't want to relive-my moth

ched from

very essence, would be

stress of picking cakes, the nervous thrill of choosing color

rhaps, for the dress. Tears-joyous, abundant would fall as we found it, a masterpiece of delicate details: a bodice of intricate

k would dip low, a tantalizing whisper of skin. Pearls and sequins would catch the

arden-twinkling fairy lights above, music drifting in the

That was

or people who

or love. I was marr

ything. Even the dress. I'd see it for the first time

utline. And now, even that felt like a moc

startling me from my grief. My father's heav

vered myself, panic firing through my body. I was only in a pink br

laced with feigned disappointment. I averted my eyes, fixing them on the fa

e stepped into the room, shutting the door be

I asked, cursing myself f

d silently th

did

t from my hands, exposing me. My arms flew over

and mocking. "Pink always did suit you. You wanted th

ories of his filthy hands on my

't sure, probably not the fact that he

me, lips brushing my collarbone. I

sickening possessiveness, charting

dible over the frantic beat of my heart. I pushed agai

ou. Beg me to..." He drew back, his breath hot against my

et me go.

them over my head, leaning in

moved roughly, cruel and claiming-trailing d

se,

silencing me."You know I hate when y

ed with tears streaming

You think you'll forget the way I feel inside you?" He tore my

crying and thrashing, loud

I know you'll miss me," he said, positioning himself at my entra

. I scratched. But he was stronger. And he liked it

ars stopped. The pleas died in my throat. I lay there, trying to find solace in the past-my mothe

derstood, was a prec

f his belt, the zipper sliding up. Then his hand twisted in my hair

mper escaped me, the pain

nse, refusing to di

b from my chest, and the words tumbled out.

truck me again. "You think

jaw tightly, forcing

's soft little cock is inside you. I want you to sc

eeting second, I thought it was over. Then, a sharp punch to my ribs, followed by another forceful, dominating kiss. This tim

aration with a chilling peck on my cheek. Then he

around myself, a futile attempt at comfort. Wheezing, coughing, cry

r and Rena had heard this time, if they had simply chosen sil

, exhausti

ontractual tomorrow haunting my thoughts-vows w

ave no hap