Chapter 156 : Spitting it out

“Is there anything I can do?” Emmet asked in his soft velvet tone voice as he sat close to me on the floor occasionally stroking the hair out of my eyes as I tried to sake the violating images away.

 “I hate what happened to me.” I moaned as the flash backs began to fade from the forefront of my memory but somehow I still felt abused and betrayed. I was still dirty and I knew even if I found the energy in me to crawl into the shower I would always be this dirty; his handprints tattooed invisibly onto my skin

 “Mi you know you said you could trust me. Then tell me baby. Tell me what haunts you so.” Emmet said gently smiling at me trying to break down whatever walls that kept my secret hidden from sight. For years they had been locked up somewhere far away, tight in a little box behind a hundred miles of brambles and nails.   Somehow Emmet seemed to have worked his way past them all, and as his reward was the dirty words left from inside me.  To be heard for the first time.

 “I was six years old when I was first raped.”