Confession *** TRIGGER WARNING: Dear readers, please be aware that this chapter contains examples and some descriptions of abuse and sexual violence. *** 

I woke up lying on the floor in the hotel room I had rented the night before. I was still wearing my fabulous golden gown. It took me a few minutes before I could stand up on my wobbly legs and go to the bathroom. I spent some time staring at my reflection 

ne staring at my reflection, trying to recognize myself underneath my smudged makeup. That was it: I was broken. 

I spent three years forgetting and then denying everything that had happened in my relationship with Callan, and last night, my past showed up in front of me, making all of my nightmares resurface. The one who made me bleed stood up before me, mocking the anxieties he triggered within me. I prayed that someone would rescue me from this nightmare, but my Prince Charming only rubbed more salt into my reopened wounds. That felt truly pathetic. 

I untied the corset and took my Cinderella‘s dress off. The ball was over, and as I looked in the mirror, I felt as if I had started to turn into a pumpkin myself. My face had already resembled one a little, swollen from oceans of shed tears and evenly pink–red. My mind felt like a land devastated by a tornado, so I decided to take care of the outer side of myself first. I entered a shower and tried to wash off my restlessness with hot water. I stood there blankly, observing the black smudges from my makeup disappear in the shower drain. I wished that the pain I felt disappeared as well, but it didn‘t. 

I thought that I was strong enough to handle it alone, and I hated the fact that I was turning out to be completely weak. For the first time in my life, I was helpless. I didn‘t know what to do. I had no home, I had already quit the job that was giving me most of my money, and I signed a contract with penalties I couldn‘t possibly afford to pay... 

“Take it easy, Cora. You will solve those problems one by one.” I tried to calm myself down while drying my hair with a towel. 

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. It startled me. I didn‘t expect any uncalled–for room service at 8 AM. I hurriedly grabbed an oversized bathrobe and cautiously stepped to the door. 

I asked, my voice still hoarse

“It‘s me, Miranda.” 

known that he wouldn‘t listen. I bet that he was informed about my every move from the second I got into the taxi in

come in?” I sighed and opened the door. Miranda greeted me with a nervous smile. As she entered, I noticed she carried

you. Aren packed it... the lingerie as well. He is really worried about you, you know?” she said as she put the

that.” I

screwed up big time… He told me everything,” she claimed,

“Oh? Did he also tell

stomach.” She fisted

muttered. “He deserved it,” she stated firmly. I couldn‘t tell when my body stopped trembling, but I guess Miranda‘s presence had some therapeutic effect on me. I sat on the bed

is that they lived in the same mansion, but they never even ate meals together. I‘ve known Callan for a long time, and I‘ve

that if he had known what happened between you two, he would have solved

“How could I tell him about something I had never said out

my hand. “Then maybe you should do it now. You can practice on

don‘t know if I can...” I muttered.

against the chair and looked me up and down. “Do you want to know why I‘m here and why I punched

smiled nervously and

tremble while straining to get the words out as if they were too painful to speak. Even now, you are sweating as you listen to it because you are well aware that you are suppressing something that is eating you from the inside. I only wonder why it is so hard for you to talk about

“Because I feel guilty for letting him control me like that.” Bitterness filled

frowned. “I can contact you with a therapist if you don‘t want to talk–” “No,”

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