Welcome to my first Fanfiction! I hope you'll enjoy it (even though the topic is rather tough - at this point:

TRIGGER WARNING - rape, depression, selfharm)

Please note that english is not my first language, so there's always the chance I'll do grammar or other mistakes. So be gentle with me, okay? :D

Okay, that'd be it. If you like my story, please leave a review and all that stuff. I'd very very greatly appreciate it!

''Thomas is coming over today, Chloe, I hope you will be on your best behaviour?'', Mr Bourgeois said, looking expectedly at his daughter.
''Fine, whatever.'', the blonde answered in an annoyed tone of voice, while chewing some gum and looking at her nails as if she was bored.
Mr Bourgeois beamed, gave a nod and left her room.

As soon as he had stepped out of the door, Chloe released a shaky breath and gulped. She felt panic rising inside of her.
Of course her father had not noticed how she tensed up at the mere mention of the man.

Thomas Wilson was a friend of her father. He was an American with a thick accent and just as thick eyebrows that made him look ridiculous. Normally Chloe would make fun about people with such significant features. But not with Thomas, she didn't. She flat out feared him.

Ever since she was a little girl, he would come to France for a thing with work (Chloe didn't exactly what it was he was doing, she had never felt the desire to ask) and would then stop by the hotel for a visit which usually lasted a few days.
When she was lucky, there were ten to eleven months between each visit. If she wasn't so lucky, it was just two or three months - barely enough to recover from the one before.

She had been five years old when her father had first introduced her to Thomas. At that time, he didn't seem too bad. He brought her a gift - a little doll which she had found absolutely gorgeous but had thrown into the trash a few streets away from the hotel just a week later because the simple presency of it inside her room made her anxious- and offered candy. Simple things that easily bought you the way to a kid's heart.

Because she took a liking to him, her father decided that it wouldn't be too inconvenient to let him babysit her for a night while he had to leave the hotel for an important meeting in a different city with another politician.

It wasn't unusual that he left town for a while for work but on other occasions, he had to resort to their (at the time rather young and still a little inexperienced) butler Jean or a babysitter who were quickly fed up with her as she could be pretty bratty and exhausting to be around, especially because she didn't like any of the babysitters her father hired. She had been able to scare off every single one. Her father interpreted this as attention seeking attributes of her character, ever since her mother Audrey Bourgeois left the family for her fashion career. Little did he know, all Chloe really wanted was to be around her father more often.

However since she already knew Thomas and liked him, he figured he could trust that this was gonna work out just fine. He had been delighted when his friend agreed, rather enthusiastically. He told him not to worry about anything. That he would take good care of her and make sure she had fun.
Mr Bourgeois departed with a content feeling.
Chloe actually didn't mind, even looking forward to spending time with Thomas as she had lots of fun with him usually.

And she did have fun. He let her watch TV, he made her the food she wanted, he did everything - Chloe felt like an actual princess for the afternoon and the evening. It was all well.
Until nighttime rolled around. It was already pretty late and she had cuddled into her bed with her cozy yellow pajama and Mr Cuddles who was her dear companion in every situation.

She had almost fallen asleep when she was shaken awake again by the sound of her door creeking open. A bright light fell into her room and she had to use her hand to shield her eyes which had just adjusted themselves to the darkness with the only lightsource being the stars outside. In the doorframe stood Thomas with a smirk and telling her he wanted to play something. Chloe pouted, whining that she was too tired to play more.
Nonetheless, he closed the door behind him and stepped forward to her bed, sitting down.

Next thing she knew was that he had taken of her pajama bottoms and his hand was inside her underpants.
She was too young at the time to realise what was going on. The only thing she knew was that she was uncomfortable. She tried telling him that she didn't like the game but he shut her up with a hiss and when that didn't work, with a slap across the face. She instantly started crying but he just covered her mouth with his big hand.
She was too small to fight back. All she could do was let it happen while desperately holding onto Mr Cuddles for support.

The next morning he came in to get her for breakfast to to tell her that her father would come back in a few hours. He made it very clear what he would do if she told him or anyone for that matter about what happend that night. And his threats were affective. She never lost a word about it.

Not even when Adrien Agreste, her best childhood friend, came over to play a few days after Thomas returned to America. He instantly noticed that his friend was more quiet when usual but she just shrugged it off.

But it only lasted a few weeks. After all, she didn't understand the depth of what happend and just thought it was something some people do.
It happend again, though. And again. And again. Not everytime he arrived since he didn't always get to be alone with her. But enough to make it sting several weeks.
She grew older and older. And by the time, she was ten years old, she figured out that it was in fact not normal.
The even bigger problem was that the bigger she got, the more possibilities Thomas had.
Especially since two years, the time she got into puberty, he would experience with more activities, as he called it. It started with wanting to see her bras to touching her boobs until he came over on her thirteenth birthday and said that as a gift he would try something special. It was the night where he first penetrated her.

Chloe was forced to keep her cries of pain and fear at bay. If she was to catch attention by someone, he would make her regret it dearly. She knew that, so she kept as still as possible, even though everything inside of her screamed against it, screamed for help. She felt as if her entire body was on fire, her mind cloudy and dizzy from the adrenaline and the hurting.

She cried the entire night and she made her first deep cut in that night. She had self harmed because of this man before, ever since she was eleven years old and started feeling dirty for it, started having names for what he was doing to her: Abuse. Sexual Harassment. Rape.
But it had only been small cuts, nothing serious, nothing that left serious scars - just enough to give her the satisfaction of having control over something, of covering the disgusting pain with a more reasonable pain.

On her thirteenth birthday however, the cut was so deep that she had trouble to stop it from bleeding. She almost passed out due to blood loss. In the end, she did manage to put a bandage around it and have it secured. Though, she did secretly go to a doctor to have it stitched - being the mayor's daughter, she avoided needing her parents contacted. A simple ''Oh, so you really want to disturb him with the important work? He won't be happy about that, let me tell you that.'' did the job.

Now, Thomas would be there yet again. Possibly another night of pain, terror and sleeplessness due to crying until there were no more tears left to cry. She prayed that he would not get a chance to be alone with her. That her father would not have too much work and give Thomas something to do, other than harrass her.

The man was the reason for her suffering.
The man was the reason why she built up all these walls around her, a facade that resisted any attempts at humane interaction, avoided the possibility of making friends who would end up hurting her.
The man was the reason why the only people she could trust were the ones she knew since childhood (Jean and Adrien), Sabrina who was too weak for an attack against her and Ladybug who was a hero and would definitely not hurt her for no reason.
The man was the reason why she was who she was - mean girl, coldhearted bitch, broken girl.