Night time of a tuesday rolled around.
Chloe was desperate to fall asleep, tears brimming her eyes and wetting her cheeks as the entirety of the last three days had been a total disaster.
Not only did she have a hard falling out with Adrien who told her in front of the whole classroom that she was not worth his attention and friendship, he also hadn't spoken a word to her or even looked at her the days after. And Chloe felt absolutely miserable because of it.

But not just because of Adrien's consistency of ignoring her. No, the worst part of those last days was that Thomas seemed to have a lot of enjoyment in taking advantage of her already weakend persona.
He had given her a nightly visit every single day since she came home a few days ago, with low head and hanging shoulders, directly moving to her room and staying there to drown herself in self-pity.

And today it had been the most terrible experience of all time.
Chloe had already gone to bed at a very early hour, completely sleep-deprived from the nights before, expecting to get a good night's sleep now since her father was home and Thomas surely wouldn't be able to get into her room as he would be occupied with his friend.
Unfortunately, she was let down once again. She wondered if there really was such a thing as karma and if she actually had done so much bad in her life that it just decided to hit her with payment for all of it in the span of a week. It would explain a lot.

Thomas did manage to come up into her room and sneak into it.
With a bright grin, he had stood there. ''Good news, my dear. Your father was called to an unexpected meeting. He will be gone for at least an hour. This leaves us some time alone for a little fun.''

Shortly after he strode to her bed, ripping the blanket from her small body frame, followed by her clothes which he pulled from her. Chloe was too intimidated to fight back. She was basically frozen on the spot. She didn't have time to mentally shut down which she normally did, in order to cope better with the situation. But on this short notice, she was overwhelmed by fear.
Only when he smirked evily and whispered into her ear that they would try something new, the life returned to her body. She didn't want to go down. She wanted to be brave for once.

And so she attempted to make a run for it. She had absolutely no interest in the fact that she was only with her pajama top and underpants. She planned to run past him and out of her room, to hide until her father would come back and then walk back to her room. Fast and painless.
Wrong. Definitely the wrong move.

As soon as she ran, he grabbed upper arm, yanking her back and as a reflex she hit his side. He didn't even budge. Just his eyes narrowed and it was at this moment, Chloe knew that she was done for.
In one quick movement he punched her in the left side of her face, pushed her onto the bed where she was lying paralyzed from the pumping pain in her head.

But of course he wasn't finished with her then. He grabbed her arms, turning her around so she was positioned on her stomach and pulled down the last piece of clothing shielding her body, leaving her completely revealed and unprotected.
He took her from behind, penetrating her. She knew if she were to cry out in pain, she would only make things worse for herself so she let it happen quietly, tears silently dropping on her bedsheet. The only occasional noise was a whimper here and there when she really was flooded with the effects of the sudden hit.

She didn't remember how long it lasted. She didn't remember him pulling up his pants and leaving the room. She also didn't remember at what point she started to move again and put on her own clothes again.
She returned to her bed and stared at the ceiling, tears kept on spiiling from her eyes - which was the position she was in right now. It had probably been about an hour when she just couldn't handle it anymore. What did she have to lose? What was worth holding on anymore?

She very slowly moved out of bed - slowly because her entire body was feeling like it was on fire and every movement burned like hell.
Her feet brought her into her bathroom where she dragged herself to a little cabinet. She opened it and got out an old jewellry box. She hadn't opened it in years. She hadn't thought she'd ever need it as desperately again. She was wrong. Just like always.
She didn't know how else to bear the pain.
Chloe took off the lid of the box, revealing a shining razor blade.

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