Chapter 2: Chapter 2 Pain From The Past

(One month back)

I shouldn't have gone there. My mother had warned me to stay away from Ronnie Trump but I had chosen to do the opposite by getting close to him. I had made my bed, and was lying on it. The bed was soft, pillows were fluffy and the hotel room smelled beautiful thanks to the scented candles. When I first came in, it had seemed like a dream and a few minutes later, it was a nightmare. I had thought Ronnie was my prince charming but he turned out to be the devil who came to destroy my life. I, Lilliana Rivers was officially the most stupid girl on the planet.

"Why are you still here?" Ronnie asked, stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his lower body. His stare was cold as ice.

I watched him, silently. I had no words for him after what he had just done to me. My body felt weak, just like my mind and I wasn't ready to get out of the bed. I didn't know if I could do it, I could almost feel the heaviness of the pain, as if it was in my chest weighing me down.

He went towards the lone table and picked up his phone then scrolled through it. I turned away from him and stared at the ceiling, telling myself to be strong. I did not want to be in the same room with the despicable man I had blindly trusted. He had said he would not do anything without my consent. He said he was willing to wait until I was ready but I had realized it had only been a lie he used to trap me.

"Get up," he yelled. He was now standing on the side of the bed. Tears started welling in my eyes and I let them flow. I felt like I had no control and did not bother to hold to any.

Suddenly, I felt my body being pulled off the bed. Ronnie let go off me and I fell on the floor, hitting my head. The pain was instant and more tears flowed but this time I forced myself to sit up. There are times when you have no option but to be strong. That was one of those times for me. Despite the pain in my head, I managed to stand up and pick my clothes which had been thrown on the floor. I put on my red matching underwear and blue figure hugging dress. I put on my shoes, grabbed my purse and walked out without glancing at Ronnie.

When I reached home, I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Then came the rough scrubbing to rid myself of the filth called Ronnie Trump. I hated him more than anyone in the world. In a matter of minutes, my love had turned into the most painful hatred I could never imagine I was capable of feeling. My body started to feel sore but I did not stop until I felt overwhelmed. After turning the shower off, I brushed my teeth and went to my bedroom.

Two months back, Ronnie's family had moved back to our town from the city. No one knew why but there were rumors that George Trump, the patriarch had committed fraud or something of the sort. He did have a terrible reputation and people were sure he had done something bad in the city. However, at the end of the day, they were just rumors and speculations. There were three children in the family, two girls and one boy who was the eldest. While the girls were extremely social, the boy who seemed to be in his early twenties kept to himself.

He appeared in some social gatherings but he never mixed much with the locals. He was always either with a family member or on his phone. My mother had said he was arrogant and acted like he despised everyone around him. For me, I saw him as a loner who was not good at making friends. At first, a lot of girls wanted to interact with him but after some time they didn't care anymore. I was the stupid one who felt he was lonely and wanted to make him feel welcome in our town. I did, and I had paid for it dearly.

I was dressing up when my mother came in and opened the door without knocking. I lived with my mother together, since my rich father had run away from his responsibilities a long time ago and no one knew where he lived. My mother said he was probably living in a foreign country either in Asia or Africa spending all his money on women. He had put all his money in foreign accounts and disappeared, leaving his wife and child to fend for themselves. Being a single mother, my mother sometimes can be too overprotected to me, even ignoring my privacy.

"What do you want, mom?" I asked.

"What's with that tone, young lady?" She asked, walking closer to me. Her eyes widened and she reached out to touch my face. "What happened to your face?"

Just like every part of my body, I had scrubbed it severely to get rid of any trace of Lucas.

"Nothing, mom." I said, turning away.

"Can I have some privacy, please?"

"First, you need to tell me what happened to you?"

I finished buttoning my top, grabbed my phone and dashed out of the room. I didn't want to hear her saying I told you so which would happen if I told her what Ronnie had done to me. That bastard had raped me, used me in all sorts of ways and discarded me like I was a dirty used toy. And to think I had thought it was romantic when he suggested I blindfold myself. After blindfolding myself, he had torn out duct tape and placed it over my lips. I hated him, and I hated myself for going to see him.

I never stopped walking until I was outside the house. Knowing my mother, she would trouble me until I opened up to her or went crazy. There was a river a few meters away from our backyard so I decided to slope down towards it so I could have some alone time and think of what I was going to do, now that I had lost my virginity to a jerk who did not deserve me.

I was in pain and the only consolation was that I was going to leave town in a month. I'd leave the mess and Ronnie Trump behind me to start a new life in the city of New York, having been accepted to New York University. (NYU)

I forced myself back to reality--at my dream school NYU, trying to avoid the painful memories. When I reached my dorm, I heard someone calling me...

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