Luther's brows were pulled together as he concentrated hard on uncovering the meaning behind those words I uttered. And when his grey eyes pleaded to help him, I kept my lips pursed because I wanted him to discover it on his own. And when he finally did, his mouth slightly dropped but closed it instantly as he clenched his jaw.
"He...touched you...forced you?" he still asked, wanting to hear the confirmation from my mouth.
"You know why I have fear of fireworks. It was on the eve of New Year when he first...raped me," I revealed directly while holding back my tears that were threatening to spill over. "And however loud I screamed or begged for help, no one could hear me...no one came." And a lone tear dropped down to my cheeks which I quickly wiped away with the back of my hand.
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