[Olivia]:
I hated that I had to move around with a knife. I'd stopped doing all of that several years ago after moving out from my parent's house and away from my father.
That rapist.
I was filled with utter disdain, almost nauseous. I remembered it all. I remembered him sneaking into my room and forcing me to keep quiet. I remembered the burning pain that seared through me as he penetrated and the blood that flowed. I remembered him sticking it up my ass—
A tear ran down my cheek and I started to feel out of breath. Knowing that if I kept thinking of how he used to abuse me, I might end up having a panic attack, I took a few deep breaths, pushing the thoughts out of my head.
I was supposed to meet Stefan at this exclusive restaurant this afternoon and I knew I had to protect mysel
