So … since I am a tremendous dick, I forgot to put spaces in my tumblr address, so therefore, it didn't appear … so the address is mscathywilson. tumblr . com

Disclaimer: This is not mine. Unfortunately.

And, this chapter was really hard to write, so I can only imagine what it will be like to read

Enjoy!

SPOV

"Eric … I really need to talk to you about my past" I told him once the movie had ended, having come to the conclusion that I needed to tell Eric everything about my past, everything that had happened to me in my short life.

I needed to tell him why I was damaged.

I needed to tell him why I was broken.

"Sure, baby …. tell me whatever it is that you need to tell me, Sookie." Eric smiled and I pulled out of his arms so that I could see his face clearly, and crossed my legs so that I was facing him, but I still held onto his hand, as I began to tell him my story.

SPOV

"Well, I first met Bill, last March, at the open day for the university, when we bumped into each other, literally. We got talking and swapped phone numbers that day. I can remember thinking that he was sweet, and sexy … and for the first time in my life, I had met someone that I wanted to be my boyfriend. Two months later, we went out on our first date … which was to a strip club. Yes, a strip club. He practically left me on my own that night while he enjoyed dances from various different strippers. I had never been more embarrassed in my whole life … well, up until I found out he was cheating on me … but that's for later on. After that, I decided that I would give him another chance to redeem himself but it wasn't long until everyone around me began to see that I was changing. At the time I didn't see it, but now I do. I see how I would start to only wear clothes that he deemed to be reasonable – you know, everything that would force me to cover up. I couldn't wear whatever I wanted. He would make me change if it was something that he deemed to be too slutty – such as skirts that were knee length, t-shirts – even the high necked ones and so on … Every time that someone would call me or text me, Bill would demand to know who it was, and that he saw the message or had the call on loudspeaker. He would choose who I could be friends with. He never actually came out and said that I couldn't choose my own friends but he would constantly put them down and complain when I would hang about with them. He especially did not like Amelia, you know my best friend. He said that she was bad for me, and she pretty much thought the exact same about him, but at the time, I was so in love with him that I ignored everything everyone ever told me. Bill did everything that was within his power to make sure that I was completely controlled by him, he tried to isolate me from the outside world. He also wouldn't let me go anywhere without him or he would call every 15 minutes if he wasn't with me. If I didn't answer his calls, he would accuse me of cheating on him. He used to call me broken and damaged, and say that I should be thankful to him for even being my boyfriend, because nobody else would even want me."

I was crying by the end of my little speech, and Eric wasted no time in pulling me back into his arms, rocking me back and forward gently, as if I were a baby, saying some of the most gentle and sweet things I had ever heard in my ear

"Sookie … baby … you are not broken or damaged, you are gorgeous. Even with your big, baggy, covered up Bill approved clothes, I still found you incredibly sexy, whenever I saw you. You are perfect little one, and don't let anybody tell you any different" Eric soothed, and I allowed myself to relax against his body, allowing myself to remain safe in his arms.

"Eric … I suppose that you want to know why Bill called me broken and damaged. He didn't pick those words out of thin air. He called me them for a reason." I said, as calmly as I could after I had calmed down again.

I still hadn't moved off of Eric's lap.

"Sookie … you don't have to tell me if you are not comfortable telling me … you can simply tell me when you are ready, when you feel comfortable" Eric said, soothingly.

"You really are the most patient guy in the world world." I smiled.

"Sookie. I have wanted you ever since I first saw you with the Arsehole. I am not going to do anything to fuck this up with you. I want a relationship that lasts for eternity with you. Not just something for the weekend." Eric said, and I melted a little.

"Well … I think that I should just tell you now, it will be easier than bottling it up for the rest of our relationship. If I don't tell you now, I will never tell you." I said to him.

"Sure … tell me anything you want to" Eric said, and tightened his hold on me, but I didn't feel as if I were being crushed.

"Just promise me not to kill anyone when I tell you this. It is kinda private. Besides from Bill and my closest friends and family, I haven't told anyone about it." I said.

"Sookie, I promise" Eric said leaning down to peck me on the lips.

Good times.

"Well … you know how I told you that I was brought up by my gran" I said, and Eric nodded "well, he older brother Bartlett used to come over a lot, saying that he wanted to help gran out. He used to bring me presents every time he came to visit, but would basically ignore Jason. Whenever Gran was out with Jason one time, he came over to babysit me, and he began to force to …. to …" I stuttered, but forced myself to finish the story.

I took a deep breath.

"He forced me to touch his manly parts, and stroke them, but Gran came back before we could do anything else. He made me swear never to tell anyone, and I didn't. From then on, time after time, he would corner me when Gran and Jason were not in. Each time it got worse … until he … he … raped me. I fought him off as much as I could, but he was too rough for me. He broke my pelvis and a few ribs, as well as both my thighs that day. Doctors also said that it was highly unlikely that I would be able to have children, naturally. He also knocked me unconscious. When Jason and Gran returned, they found that Bartlett had gone, and I was still out cold. I didn't come around for another 3 weeks, and when I did, he had the nerve to show up at the hospital. Gran beat the ever loving shit out of him, and we called the police. As far as I know, he is still in prison." I said.

"Oh … Sookie … honey …." Eric said, and began soothing me again by rocking back and forward until the tears that had started again eventually stopped.

And so we have Sookie's history … what do you think?

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