•Amnesia By 5 Seconds Of Summer•

His grimy hand covered my mouth and my screams as he ripped off my pants, exposing my underwear. Blood filled my mouth and his screams filled my ears.

"You fucking bitch!" He yelled, cradling his bleeding hand to his chest. I had hoped this would deter him from his quest, but fate appeared to not be on my side as I watched a slow smile spread across his face.

"So, you like it rough? Do you?"

Dread filled my face as his hand clamped down on my throat before I could scream. "Then baby, I'll show you rough." He hissed into my face.

I tried to bite him again but he just slapped me so hard I saw stars. Before I knew it he'd ripped my underwear off and was fumbling with his belt.

My eyes rolled back into my head when I felt him slam into me. Stinging, burning pain filled me with each thrust of his hips against mine. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. Tears streamed down my face and I knew I was about to black out.

Before my torture could end mercifully, he pulled out and spit in my face. "Ugly bitch aren't you? But you're a pretty good lay." He growled and released my neck as he pulled up his pants.

His back was to me and that's when I caught a flash of the pocket knife in his back pocket. It was actually pretty large, and it didn't take much thought for me to reach over and grab it.

He yelled in surprise and spun around to find me sitting up on the mattress, buck-ass naked, and playing with his knife. I made no move to cover myself as I didn't really care anymore. He'd already seen and destroyed every part of me.

I'd be dead after this anyways. His eyes widened before a cocky smirk covered the fear. "Come on princess, don't do anything stupid now." He cooed, reaching towards me.

My mind flash-backed to one of the times he'd swung to hit me and when I came out of it my hand was slippery and a dark red fluid was pouring over it from a gaping hole in his neck. His eyes were burning right into mine and the clear pain, terror, and hate was so profound I could nearly taste it.

And then I snapped.

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I jerked awake with a gasp, choking on a scream and twisting legs that were trapped in bed sheets. My vision swam and I blinked rapidly to clear it. A white ceiling and light blue walls came into view and I frowned. Where am I?

"Oh good, you're awake." A relieved voice sounded from the side. I turned my head and was faced with short blond hair with blue tips. I couldn't stop myself from raising a brow. She laughed. "Oh it's the hair isn't it? What? Can't a surgeon have blue hair?"

I choked out a laugh that, with my parched mouth, just turned into choking and the woman guided a glass of water to my lips. I drank it down greedily, and she set it on the table when I was done.

"Thanks." I murmured.

She smiled, exposing a row of white teeth. "No problem." She flipped through a few papers before settling her blue gaze on me again. "Ms. O'Brian, what's the last thing you remember?"

I swallowed nervously as the dream swam into my mind, but then I remembered a warm pair of arms wrapped around me and a male voice yelling.

"I was.....at the police station. I was told to explain my past but then everything got fuzzy and it was hard for me to breathe." I furrowed my brows. The woman nodded in encouragement.

"You suffered an extreme panic attack. You've been in a comatose state for a week. This is normal for people who have experienced sexual trauma-"

"What?" I screeched. She'd have to had done an exam to know that and I haven't given my consent. A guilty look flashed across her face as she understood what I was freaking about. "I am sorry but when a patient is unconscious they-"

Tears filled my eyes and I clenched my jaw. "Does the woman that came with me know everything?"

She nodded. My bottom lip trembled at the pity in her eyes. "Get out." I growled.

"Ms.-" she tried but I shook my head.

"Get out!" I yelled, tears streamed down my face. I barely heard her get up and shut the door softly. I was so consumed in the mess I'd made of myself that I didn't hear the door open a while later. I turned, thinking it was the doctor and was ready to give her a piece of my mind, but was met with a pair of storm-cloud grey eyes.

I turned away, not having the mental strength to face her. I squeezed my eyes shut when I felt the bed dip, and bit my lip when I felt her fingers grip my chin. I was prepared for her to tell me to open my eyes and explain what the hell happened to me and what was going on, but I didn't have to.

Her soft lips found mine and I breathed a sob into her mouth. She wrapped her other arm around my waist and cradled me, gently, like I was broken. It was this realization that gave me the strength to pull away.

"You....you're acting different around me already." I said, horror dripping from my words. I knew she'd think differently of me. I wrapped my arms around myself and shook. Her grey eyes widened in realization before her lips suddenly slammed down onto mine.

I gasped and untangled my arms from my self and wrapped them around her neck as I melted into the kiss. Her tongue parted my lips and her free hand was squeezing my waist. The kiss wasn't rough but it was searing, burning with lust and need.

"Don't ever think that I won't want you." She growled fiercely as she pulled away for a moment, placing a chase kiss on my lips to prove her point.

My body and mind were still reeling from the intensity and feelings from the kiss, but then they melted away and insecurities took its place. Was she just saying this? She couldn't really mean it, could she?

"But....but I'm...damaged." I broke, sobbing and trying to scoot away from her.

Her face hardened and her hands cupped my face tighter. "Listen to me right now. What you went through was for survival. You fought, you said no. You took down someone who threatened your existence on this earth, Scout Michelle O'Brian. You are not damaged. You have the sexiest body and your skin is so so soft. It takes everything in me to push myself away from you when you have to go. I hate being away from you, you're my light. You are whole and strong, nothing past or present can ever change that unless you let it."

I bit my lip as I tried to hold in my tears but she shook her head. "Don't do that. Let it out before it consumes you." I didn't want her to see me like this, but I couldn't stop myself from gripping her shirt in my hands and sobbing. I was so sick of crying but everything I'd been through the last few days was taking its toll and I couldn't seem to not cry.

I stayed awake after my tears died down, and pulled away from her with an embarrassed smile. She just gazed back at me with love in her eyes and brushed a stray hair out of my face.

"I love you too." I whispered and curled further into her. Her eyes watered and she pressed her lips to mine and we kissed for a long moment. My body practically sighed as it melted into hers, and again I was amazed with how well I knew her. She pulled away and wrapped her arms around me."We will have to talk about this situation tomorrow, but for now I need you to focus on resting." He voice vibrated through my skull as she spoke.

"I can live with that."

She chuckled and ran her fingers up my arm, and to her delight I shivered. "Sleep, love. All is well now." She whispered. The doctor must've given me something earlier because I could feel myself drifting away again and forced my eyes open in desperation.

"Am I....am I going to prison?" I managed to mumble out. She pushed me back gently to look into my eyes and shook her head. "Don't worry about that right now. Just focus on you." She pulled me into her arms again and this time I couldn't fight the pull of sleep.

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