Chapter Text
I can still smell the sickening scent of his breath so close to mine sometimes. The cigarettes and tobacco, the grime. It makes me shake in fear and hatred and despair every time I smell it again. The way he hurt me. I still remember it, like it was yesterday. The violation, the agony, the loss of control. He took things from me I can never get back, not in a thousand years. Not ever. I thought he could be different. He wasn't.