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“Bysomeone, you mean King?” She sighs but nods regardless. “Thanks for being honest.”
“You have my word, nothing said here will go beyond this room. Mr. Murdoch was very specific with that point when he hired me.” That shocks me. I thought King would have been getting a detailed report after every session I had with Opal. “When you’re ready, please begin.” Nodding I take a few deep breaths and try to center myself. I need to get into the right headspace before I can broach the nightmare that was my life.
“I didn’t know what was happening. I thought they would just take me and inflict some pain to piss King off, then I’d get to go home. I was so naïve.” I twist my hands in my lap to try to control the anxious energy inside me. “Days passed and King never came. Days turned into weeks and I began to lose hope that he would ever come for me. When Koby showed up my hope began to be restored, my will to live returned. She gave me something other than my pain to focus on.”
“What did she do that helped you?” I roll my lips over my teeth worried that she will think I’m crazy. “This is a judgment free zone, Allison.”
I nod. “She taught me how to fight.” Her expression doesn’t change, she doesn’t even seem put off at my answer.
“Good. How did learning to fight make you feel?” I ponder her question for a moment. I never really thought about it while I was doing it.
“I guess it made me feel… strong, like I could defend myself.”
“That’s good, Allison. Have you continued that training since you have returned here?” I shake my head and lower my gaze. “May I ask why?”
“King,” is my only answer.
“I believe that if this training with Koby has helped you, then you should continue with it. This is about what benefits you and helps you, not anyone else.”
“I never thought about it like that.” I shrug.
“What else did fighting make you feel?”
“It made me feel like I would never be at their mercy again. If they came back, I would be able to put up a fight. I guess, I feel like now that I know some basic moves that I could at least fight them off. I lost a part of myself there… They stole something from me that I will never get back.” Tears threaten to spill and I try to fight them back. I don’t want to cry, I want to move past this but it’s fucking hard. Each night I lay in bed and wonder if King will come and claim me. I know it sounds pathetic, but the truth is I need him to wash away the bad and make me remember what it was like to be worshiped and not used.
“What do you mean at their mercy?”
“They would come into the room I was held in and… rape me.” I watch her waiting to see the pity in her eyes but it doesn’t come.
“I understand.” I grind my teeth, I’m so sick of hearing people fucking say that!
“No, you don’t. How could you know what it was like to be raped by over a dozen men… Have them tear you open front and back and then laugh at the destruction they caused?” She lifts her glasses and places them on the top of her head.
“I understand because I have been where you are. Did you think Mr. Murdoch just chose any therapist?” She shakes her head at me. “I was sold into a sex trafficking ring when I was four years old. Anthony Bennett saved my life and set me free at the age of seventeen. I owe my life to that man and all he asked of me in return is that I make something of myself and not allow my past to define my future. I was raped more times than I can count. I don’t even remember their faces because there were just that many. Now, can we move on and assume from here on out that I do know what I’m talking about?” I slouch back against the couch thoroughly chastised and feeling like shit. Looking at her you would never think that she suffered such a horrific ordeal.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble.
“Don’t be. I’m not my past, Allison, and nor are you. May I be frank with you for a moment?”
I nod my head. “Yeah, go for it.”
“You have two choices. One, you can allow those sons of bitches to win and keep wallowing in the darkness and letting it destroy you daily. Two, you can find something that gives you power and strength and makes you feel alive. Use that to push past your nightmares and reclaim who you are now. You will never go back to being the old Allison, so you need to learn to adapt and accept the newyou.”
She’s right. Everything she just said is exactly what I needed to hear. I know what I have to do now. I’ll make this work because I want to be better for Mela and she needs me to be better. I won’t allow her to see me crumble and break apart because of some sick twisted assholes who thought they could use my body to break her father.
* * *
ONE MONTH…
Koby and I train every day. Dimitri sits out back and watches but never joins in. Mela has come out a few times and watched but when King found out I was allowing her to train with Koby and I, he lost his shit. That was the first time he had spoken to me in weeks. He still doesn’t sleep in the bed with me. He has had a bed moved into Mela’s room. I hate the space between us but I don’t know how to close it. When Koby lands a right hook to my jaw, I cry out and stumble back a step. I rub the spot and glare at her. She scowls at me, her long blonde hair is in a high ponytail. She wears a blacks sports bra that show off her perfect tits, gray tights that show off her toned ass. Her body is a work of art.
“You’re distracted!” she snaps.
“I have a lot on my mind,” I defend. Koby is a cold bitch, she doesn’t care for excuses.
“I don’t give a shit. I told you that if I was to train you that you come here each day and focus, not waste my fucking time.” I throw my hands in the air.
“Excuse me for not being a fucking robot like you!” Koby gets right in my face.
