13.

**Blake**



I swallowed up my sobs as I ran upstairs and all the way back to my room, loudly slamming the door behind me before finally allowing myself to cry my heart out.

I couldn't. I couldn't do it. One look into his eyes was all I needed before every single little detail of those vivid nightmares that those bastards put into my mind and what they did to me came back to life.

How they pinned me against that wall and tore my clothes open, helplessly standing at the mercy of that fucking monster like a lonely cub into the freaking woods as he whispered all kinds of atrocities into my ear while he would touch me and caress me in such sick ways, making me want to scream and beg for him to let me go, all the while his screwed-up siblings would put vivid nightmares of everyone I have ever loved into my mind, basically having me watch them get tortured and die over and over again while I couldn't do anything.

I let out another loud sob at the memory of his disgusting touch over my skin and those horrifying images passing before my eyes, the idea of going back and have another round at that selfish bastard now seeming so appealing, no matter how hard I tried to reason with myself that it wasn't worth it.

Again, I had to sacrifice myself for the greater good.

Yay me.

I sluggishly wiped my tears with the back of my hand, searching around for that bottle of gin I had stashed a few days ago when the sound of the door opening drew my attention.

I was just about to let out a string of curses at whoever had dared enter my room when my gaze met Raph’s, surely noticing that deep sadness and despair glinting inside of them.

I didn’t say anything and just let him cross that distance between us, feeling the air leave my lungs in a rather forceful way as he crushed me into a tight hug, burying his face into my shoulder.

My heart clenched as I could feel small patches of wetness stain my t-shirt, feeling my lower lip starting to wobble yet again as I silently stood there and slowly wrapped my arms around his waist, letting him pour his soul, or better said grace out.

"I saw her..." I heard him weakly say after a while, my brows immediately furrowing in confusion before realization quickly dawned upon me, eyes going wide as I slightly pulled back to stare up at him.

“What?”

"She doesn't remember me, Blake," He so sadly whispered, feeling tears gathering at the corners of my eyes once again as I looked into his glossy dark brown eyes.

"She doesn't remember anything..."

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