Page 113 of Damaged Prince
He didn’t think much of it, eating up all the praise they gave him.
But the praise on his dancing turned to comments on his looks. His body.
The things they said? Fucking disgusting.
With every lesson, their hands wandered more and more until one night it went too far.
They fucking stripped him naked, pinned him down, and took advantage of him.
Flashes of what they did to him fill my mind, him inside my poor sweet boy, her mouth on him when he begged them to stop.
Throwing my door open, I start to puke violently, sobbing in between.
Again and again, until nothing is left. And then I keep going until I feel like I’m going to pass out.
Warm arms wrap around me, my name murmured in my ear. Logan?
I’m too weak to open my eyes, too broken to move my body. Numb.
I have no right to react like this. It’s not my pain. It’s not my trauma.
But it was done to my heart, my fucking soul. His pain is my pain.
I don’t remember being brought home, just the sounds of Logan’s soft cries as he holds me.
Does he know? He has to know by now.
I want to hold him back, to tell him everything is okay. To be there for him because he needs me.
Only, I don’t have the strength to even be there for myself right now. So I silently take the strength he gives me, because I promised Eli I would be there for him.
I need to get strong for him; he will not see me break.
I’m not sure how long I sleep for, but when I wake again, it’s midnight. Logan is in my bed, sleeping soundly next to me.
The sound of people downstairs has me getting up and going to my door. Listening, I hear Eli’s voice and my heart kickstarts.
Rushing to my bathroom, I do my best to hide my puffy red eyes and comb out my hair before brushing my teeth to get the vomit taste out of my mouth.
When I’m done, I make my way downstairs, taking deep breaths as I go.
I made a promise to Eli. And I wasn't going to break it. Not this one, not any.
He sees me when I get to the foyer and smiles. “You're awake. I thought you would be asleep by now.”
“And miss cuddles and a movie? Never.” I make my way over to Eli and wrap my arms around his body.
I hug him tight, probably too tight, but he doesn’t seem to mind, holding me back as he buries his face into my hair, breathing me in like my scent is what he needs to calm.
I’ve had my breakdown, I’ve felt my pain. Now it’s time for me to hold it together and be there for Eli.
And when we get Kai out of there, we’re going to stand by Eli’s side and make sure he gets the justice he deserves. Knowing these men, they will stop at nothing until it’s done.
Neither will I.
Chapter 23
Elijah
