Chapter 122- Ella’s Past Part 2

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains experiences of abuse and sexual assault – nothing explicit, but please take care reading!

Sinclair

Don’t shift, don’t shift, don’t shift. I think manically. Ella needs you.

Listening to Ella recount her childhood always makes me furious, but this time is worse than all the others. I’ve suspected that Ella suffered terrible traumas for some time now, but before this night I’d been able to pacify my outrage with the hope that I’m wrong.

No longer.

As Ella speaks, I wonder how she could ever imagine herself weak. I can’t even stand to listen to her story, but she actually lived it. She sacrificed herself for her sister, and she survived things I can only imagine.

the matron realized it was me, she smiled so cruelly that my stomach turned – she was only too glad to take me instead of Cora.” Ella continues, shuddering with the memory. Her unease gives my wolf the push he needed to put aside his

like or understand. She made me touch her too, and she never stopped talking. She told me how pretty I was over and over, and kept asking me if I liked it. I said no, but she just insisted that this

next day I went to the doctor in residence, and I told him what the matron had done. I’d never liked him much, but in my heart I knew what had happened was wrong, and I didn’t know who else to tell. I thought that since it was about my body, the doctor was the one who could help. There was no such thing as sex ed at the orphanage and no one else ever talked to us about our bodies. At first I was relieved to tell someone. The

me…” Ella’s words are coming in starts and stops now, and her shaking is getting worse. The bath is still steaming around us, so I know she isn’t cold – and I know the worst isn’t over yet. “He took off my clothes and put me on the exam table… and then I’ll never forget the way he said, ‘now it’s

the table and strapped me down… and

would start guessing more and more abuses, always demonstrating them on my body. They were far worse than anything she’d done… So I answered… I told him how to hurt me.” Ella is interrupted by my ferocious snarl, and she looks up at me for the first time since she started speaking. Her eyes

on. “I was too young to understand why they did those things, but I knew how it made me feel: guilty, tainted, defiled… I never wanted it to happen again, but I was already broken,

tell me she didn’t! I have a horrible sick feeling in my stomach, and I wish I could go back in time and whisk Ella away from that horrible place before anyone could hurt her. Of course, that only would have meant other children would be hurt, which is how

fears but also magnifying my despair by explaining her logic. “The matron came almost every night… and the doctor would call me in for check ups every few weeks. I hated those visits worse than anything… the matron was sort of gentle, and she

concludes her horrible tale. “When I was twelve he raped me, and that’s when Cora and I ran away. I invited the other girls to run with us, but most were more afraid of living on the street than they were of the matron. Luckily they didn’t

on Ella I’m afraid I must be hurting her, but she doesn’t complain. She’s still crying, but her muscles have unwound now that her story is complete. There are tears in my own eyes, and I can only

summers, and we tried to stay away through the first winter, but eventually the police found us squatting in an abandoned building and returned us to the orphanage. When we got back they had both been fired. Apparently a state inspection was run and the entire staff was booted out. The new regime wasn’t much better, so we kept running away in the summers, but it was safe enough to return

If it’s possible, my wolf is dreaming of even gorier revenges than I am, particularly for the doctor. We’ll just see how

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