Olivia froze, as different emotions swirled in her eyes. 'What is this feeling? I feel like I'm not alone for the first time in my life, the feeling of being seen and cared for… It feels so warm… so good.' Olivia's thoughts came in waves.
Her cheeks became wet. She didn't know why, but she just wanted to cry, to pour all her distress, her pain, her frustration, and anger out.
Her shoulders trembled. Her lips quivered. She couldn't hold herself together anymore. Her legs threatened to give her away. She had never felt this insulted in her entire life—the feeling of being helpless, like a crying wolf. Her body shuddered at the thought of what almost happened.
Her breath came out in gasps, her heart contracting from pain and panic, her eyes shut closed, as her whole body seemed to remember the trauma it went through.
Her lips hurt from any slight movement—an evidence of her being one step away from assault.
