The Redemption
y breath. I gaze out the grimy window of my dingy apartment, my eyes tracing the path of raindrops
ugh the air, shattering the fragile silence. I flinch, bracing myself for the onslaught of his
nts of the abuse still linger on my trembling body and their p
thless piece of trash!" His words echo in my mind,
eighed down by the burden of my scars. As I stumble into the small, de
voice reverberates through the walls, punctuated b
, struggling to steady my shaking hands. My heart pounds in my chest, a constant reminde
hand slams against the kitchen counter,
ng into mine with contempt and sadistic pleasure. "Yo
ld of shadows, I am nothing more than a pawn in his twisted game. But somewhere deep within, a flicker
voice shaking. "I won't l
e rain-soaked streets, feeling the cool droplets mingle with my tears. I run, not kno
e. I find a lookout in the shelter of the alley, my body trembling and my he
you o
is piercing gaze meets mine, filled with concern and an unspoken understan
my voice steady despit
a hand towards me. "I'm S
anywhere. I've not seen his face before but in his eyes,
ou don't n
ch, I feel a spark of connection, a sort of l
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and this is my st
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s that surrounds me. I take a hesitant step forward, my eyes locked with him,
you," I manage to utt
to know me to realise that you deserve better than this," he says, g
ried deep within me. "You're right," I whisper,
in a shield of protection. "Come with me," he suggests, his tone gentle yet unwaveri
ns to paralyse my resolve. But at that moment, I realise that I cannot remain trapp
, my voice filled with eag
reached out without hesitation, intertwining my fingers with his. The warmth of h
s your
a," I
assures me, his voice laced with staunch convi
't say a
fragments of my past. At that moment, I feel a whiff of
" He pointed to the T-shap
cannot deny the sense of safety and belonging that accompanies him. For the
d the possibility of healing my shattered innocence. With Sebastian by my side, I will face the ch