DISCLAIMER!
1. This story and its plot is purely fictional. I have no intentions on offending anyone. So I have to inform you that the protagonist will be involved with MORE than 1 love interests at the same time. If you feel like this idea offends you please stop reading.
2. The story is rated 18+ since there will be sexual content, violence and harassment scenes involved.
3. I am not a native English speaker and as a result there are going to be some grammar or spelling errors. I hope you will be able to bear with that and it won't stop you from reading!
That being said let's get to the story! Happy reading:
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Evelyn's POV
Receptionist: Can you tell me your name miss?
Evelyn: Evelyn, Evelyn Taylor.
Receptionist: Alright miss Taylor, here is your key.
I take the key from the woman still feeling out of place. She gives me a half suspicious look over her glasses but I try not to pay her any attention.
I look around at the hotel's lobby and find myself frowning at the sight of the unknown place. Everything is so...shiny. Yeah that's the right word.! Sparkle and light all around! So much it blinds me, I am better in the dark..I am used to it at least. When you get used to something you learn to like it I guess.
Evelyn: Thank you.
I thank the woman and look at my room's key. Number 13? I thought hotels don't use this number. The unlucky one..well-I am the unlucky one as well, so it seems about right.
The elevator stops. The doors open and I walk toward my room.
A man walks by me and smirks at himself as he checks out my body. A man in suit, probably wealthy with a respected social status. He can even be a husband, a father. And yet without any shame he looks at me like I am just a piece of meat!
I hate it! I hate it when that happens! I used to be flattered when someone looked my way but my perspective completely changed... now.
After everything that happened? I fucking hate it! Every time a man looks at me like this, I want to rip off my skin, I feel disgusted..disgusted with myself!
Evelyn: OPEN UP DAMNIT!
I try to open the door but my hand is shaking like crazy. And I just need a shelter somewhere to hide!
Man: It won't open only by yelling at it, you know...
I stand still at the voice heard behind my back.
When I turn around I lose my breath just by coming face to face with a weirdly handsome yet somehow scary stranger.
The man in front of me was tall with a toned body, not muscular like a body builder, no..but he definitely was on shape. He had tattoos all over his body, at least the skin his clothes left exposed. Even at his neck, and piercings at his nose and ears, and yet he didn't look like a bad guy. But then again how would I know? Just because of his grey eyes or his silky black hair? No. I learned long ago not to judge a book by its cover.
Evelyn: I-
Without waiting for my answer he takes the key from my hand and unlocks the door.
Man: It's simple as that.
He smiles down at me and hands me back the key. I find myself staring into his foggy eyes for a moment but as soon as I realize how close he is I feel my heart beating faster and faster and my breathing slowly starting to stop..NO!
Not again..
Man: Are you ok?
Evelyn: I..I'll be..
That's all I manage to say before I get into the room slamming the door behind me. I lean on the door with my back for some support..breathe Evelyn..breathe!
You can't have a panic attack, not now..not here! You have gone away , you are safe, you are free..he can't touch you..he can't!
I manage to stand up straight and walk to the bathroom. I wash my face with some cold water, in an attempt to calm down.
Snap out of it Evelyn!
But then again..how can I?How can I forget what happened? I have been planning to leave for years now.
She couldn't resist the addiction..she couldn't move on.
My mother and heroine were best friends. She was always so broken, she only saw me as an obstacle.
But he was different! At least I thought he was..he promised to help her. He promised to-and I believed him!
How stupid could I be?!
And then..his body against mine..his lips at places I didn't want him to touch! Each day was a thing itself.
I didn't dwell in the past or looked in the future..How could I? How could I forget? How could I move on?!
When I was still feeling his coarse whisky tongue licking my skin.
I close my eyes and count to ten..again and again.
Until I could breathe again.
Is this really going to be my life from now on? Maybe..but it doesn't feel like living, more like surviving..or simply existing.
It's been a month since I left and I am still a mess. I left my home. I left my mother with her dealer. I wanted to protect her, that's why I stayed..I gave up on college when they called me from the hospital she was in, because she had a crisis due to overdose. She promised me that day..she promised me she'd change. She said it helped her deal with pain..a pain she never told me who or what caused.
But she never did..she never stopped..and I know she never will.
*whispers*
''I wanted to protect you mum...I wanted to help you..but you didn't want to help yourself.''
And now I am going from one hotel to another. Only with some spare clothes and some money I earn from temporary part time jobs. What can I do after all?