---- maids slowly slips in. She closes the door quietly and gasps once her gaze falls on me. Relief floods me. | can't remember a time when she hasn't been part of my life. "Faith?" Her eyes widen as they scan the length of me. The severity of this horrible situation mirrors on her face. "No, no," she chokes out and slaps her hand over her mouth. | watch her stumble toward me, her free hand shakes as she reaches for me. "My poor, poor girl," the older woman chants as she rushes toward me. At least | know | must look as pathetic as | feel. "Who did this to you?" She whispers as she helps me to my feet, gripping my elbows to provide much needed support. My legs shake as | try to take a step toward the bathroom. It's good that she's here because without her support, | wouldn't be able to get nearly as close to the door as I'd like. She takes the brunt of my weight. One of her arms wraps around my waist as we slowly make ---- our way to the bathroom. "I got you, | got you, just hang on to me," she tries to hide the cracking of her voice by whispering the words. | shuffle my feet across the carpet as the pain courses through every inch of me. "Please, Faith, child, tell me who did this to you?" The maid chokes out. | think she knows. Or has an idea who's behind my poor state. But honestly, | have a feeling even she is shocked by this. The maid is on my side, and she'd remain there, that's one thing | do know with certainty. But even if | spoke against my father, made his actions known, who, in their right mind, would believe a father could do such a horrible thing to his daughter? "Father,' | whisper, ignoring the pain in my throat and the intense urge to vomit. "He paid someone,' | add for more clarity. The maid nods and her grip on me tightens. "We will get you cleaned up, get you-" she trails off. ---- | believe this is the moment she realises that no amount of kind words could fix the damage. No amount of scrubbing will ease the pain. This is the sort of pain that breaks your soul, your will to live, it can't simply be forgotten or washed away. This will be one nightmare that will always linger, just to taunt me. Yet, the physical pain is the least of my worries. This physical pain is temporary. I'm worried about the consequences. About the thoughts and memories that break my heart and soul. It's bending the will to live. Even if | try to convince myself otherwise, those things can't be forgotten or washed away. | can't trust every pack member, but | can trust this maid. She was the one who took over the duties of a mother when mine died. This woman is the closest person to a mother figure I've known for the last seventeen years. "| knew he was up to no good when Beta carried you to that car. They claimed you had fainted, and they were taking you to hospital. At that ---- moment, their words seemed reasonable because he mentioned the discussion about marriage, so | thought you were overwhelmed. But when they came back without you, | knew something was wrong. My poor child, if only | would have enough power to save you from this nightmare." Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!