[She's dazed, knows Mel is going to go for another slap. He taunts her--Wish you could scream, don't you?--and she does wish she could. But not for fear. She wants to scream at him for ruining whatever life she could have had, for ripping it all away from her. For making her only know fear, even so long after he'd torn her soul to shreds. There's rage in her eyes, mixed with fear, and she tries to convey how vile he is with her gaze, because even if she could speak, words wouldn't be enough.
He raises his hand, she doesn't look away, doesn't flinch. She won't give him the satisfaction.
But the blow never comes, instead landing on the boy who she'd forgotten was there in the midst of her defiance. He takes the hit, goes down. Nill is stunned, and can't move. How is he still here? How is he able to stand in front of her, protect her, if he doesn't even know her? It doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense.
The boy is slapped again, harder, and she can see it in Mel's eyes that he won't stop until he gets what he wants. And it's sickening and she wants to run, but she just can't. This isn't just a dream, she finally realizes--this is a memory. This is how it happened, and there's no changing it.
Of course I'm gonna kill some jackoff who tries to take you for free.
Somehow this boy is here, and she knows that Mel would make good on his threat, even if he's just in her head, given the opportunity. And she knows she couldn't bear it. That thought keeps her in place, right where she'd been when he moved to grab her face, his hand putting a cruel pressure on her bruised cheek as he forces her to look at him.
I'm gonna teach you a lesson before I let the clients in.
But she doesn't cry, tries not to let him see the pain or fear. Her eyes dart to the boy, hoping he understands. This is her truth, and there's no erasing it.]
no it's perfect & so r u & let me know if this is ok idk how much interaction they have w/ the dream
He raises his hand, she doesn't look away, doesn't flinch. She won't give him the satisfaction.
But the blow never comes, instead landing on the boy who she'd forgotten was there in the midst of her defiance. He takes the hit, goes down. Nill is stunned, and can't move. How is he still here? How is he able to stand in front of her, protect her, if he doesn't even know her? It doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense.
The boy is slapped again, harder, and she can see it in Mel's eyes that he won't stop until he gets what he wants. And it's sickening and she wants to run, but she just can't. This isn't just a dream, she finally realizes--this is a memory. This is how it happened, and there's no changing it.
Of course I'm gonna kill some jackoff who tries to take you for free.
Somehow this boy is here, and she knows that Mel would make good on his threat, even if he's just in her head, given the opportunity. And she knows she couldn't bear it. That thought keeps her in place, right where she'd been when he moved to grab her face, his hand putting a cruel pressure on her bruised cheek as he forces her to look at him.
I'm gonna teach you a lesson before I let the clients in.
But she doesn't cry, tries not to let him see the pain or fear. Her eyes dart to the boy, hoping he understands. This is her truth, and there's no erasing it.]