Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Before.
WARNING: This chapter displays scenes that may make the viewer uncomfortable.
"Emilie, you have been in and out of orphanages now for the past eighteen months. You need to grow up and settle down, else I will have no choice but to remove you from the waiting list and put you out on the streets." My social worker had threatened, multiple times, but she never did. Truth was, she was a lovely woman, Mrs Bonnett, was. Her soul was as pure as gold, and she could never do anything to upset nor hurt me. She was like a mother to me, in a strange, twisted way.
Until she, like always, had left from my life. Mrs Bonnett was fired for apparently being too 'threatening towards children', however her threats were futile. She never actually did anything, never had. All of the children loved her, except for one. Susan.
She was a small girl, like me at the time, with brown, untamed, frizzy locks, with a caramel complexion. Susan was beautiful, but a complete bitch. All of her friends at the orphanage had secretly hated her, because she was so bossy and managed to get all of the attention, which I hadn't minded, because I preferred to remain in the shadows. Most people did. This place was to either hide or become prey to Susan, because everyone knew she would start on them if they even got a fraction of the attention that she potentially could've got.
One night I had been asleep at the orphanage, on the broken, springy mattress. However, had awoke to muffled screaming from one of the other girls in the room, there were a total of ten of us in the room, multiple bunk beds. Though, nobody wanted to share with me, so I got my own single bed. When I had subtly looked to see what the noise was, within the pitch-black room, that simply had a crack of light under the door, there she was. Susan had grabbed another girl.
The girl had been traumatised, having presumably had the same experience as the other girls that Susan had mistreated. Dunked head in the toilet, brushed her teeth with toilet water and having multiple, chewed up pieces of gum fixed into her hair.
It was cruel, really. All because that girl had asked to switch rooms.
Bear in mind that we were all ages ranged between ten and thirteen that shared the room at the time.
Anyways, Susan had gotten Mrs Bonnett fired, purely because she had been rehomed into a rich family. You know, the usual. Becomes an even worse spoiled brat and thinks that she can get whatever she desired from a simply click of her fingers. And she did, this time. Susan didn't actually have a valid reason for getting Mrs Bonnett fired, besides the fact that she kept 'threatening her', which she had done to all of the kids to simply get at least a little bit of peace from them. She just wanted what was best for us all, hence why she had to get us to behave, otherwise nobody would've wanted us. At least, that was true for most of us. Miraculously, Susan had been the one chosen, out of every girl and boy, to be rehomed.
Besides that, thankfully, I had never been chosen by Susan to be the next victim, solely because I had remained in my place and stayed silent. However, I had been the next victim to someone else a little after Susan had been rehomed.
Corbyn. He was absolutely gorgeous, or so I had thought at the time. His room was halfway across the other side of the large, mansion of an orphanage, in the middle of nowhere. Corbyn was also a little older than me, being sixteen, and I only twelve.
Though, he did enjoy talking to me on numerous occasions. For some, odd reason. At the time, I was unaware as to why, at least, though of course I could understand why now. He had been manipulating a child, a child that he knew had gone through shit and was ultimately left extremely vulnerable.
"Looking as stunning as ever, Em." He had told me upon multiple occasions, while we were out on the overgrown field in front of the gloomy mansion. His friends were with him at the time, and were clearly in on the joke that he was playing. Of course, I wasn't aware he was joking with me at all, in fact, he made me feel loved, wanted and overall... beautiful.
I had hung out with him and his friends upon multiple occasions, him often sliding a few dirty comments in about me. Flirting, he would've called it, but at the time I thought he was being weird, so I had simply laughed it off.
'Why was he talking to me?' was often a question that I had replayed in my mind whenever it was lights-out. He was the image of perfection, with a golden undercut, chiseled jawline and mesomorphic build, he had to be Godly. Or so, I had thought.
One day, as per usual, out on the field with his friends, we had sat and played a game of truth or dare.
"Em, truth or dare?" A friend of his had asked me, with a coy expression. I had no idea of what he could be shy about, but the others seemed to be in on it.
"Ummm... dare." I had replied, neutrally. My emotions had seeped away the day that I had lost both of the most important people in my life.
"I dare you to take a walk with Corbyn for an entire hour." His eyes widened to emphasize how long that was, however I just shrugged it off and replied with an 'okay'.
While I took a few steps away to get ready for it, all of his friends clapped Corbyn on the back and either said 'go for it' or 'good luck'. I had no idea for what, it was just a walk.
The woods next to the mansion had been restricted, meaning that it was forbidden to go inside, though we had walked towards it, stupidly.
"We... aren't allowed to go in there.." I remember having said to Corbyn, but he just laughed it off and took my hand, pulling me in with him. Repeatedly, I recall having told him to stop and turn back, though he wouldn't listen. It was if I were speaking to myself.
Once we were out of sight, he swiftly shoved me into a tree. "Ah!" Had been my first response, mostly from the shock and sudden aching that I felt upon my back.
"Now, be a good girl and remain silent for me." Corbyn had said, and I didn't know what for.
"W... Wha-" Had been my reply, however, he had already started to tug my trousers off. Of course, I had screamed, but he wouldn't have it, instead just covering my mouth.
"What happened next?" My therapist whispered, and I could tell from her glossy eyes that she was getting emotional just from hearing about a fragment of my past.
"His friends had been the first to know, and before I knew it, everyone found out. I was bullied, called all sorts of names. It was horrific." I whispered, though no tears would form. I had replayed this a hundred-times over in my head, however had never spoken of it. I was just glad that I hadn't displayed my emotions, that would've caused a whole new wave of pity.
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