He Loved Me, He Loved Me Not: Home

"Fine, go ahead," he says, shaking as he unzips his pants. She reveals what she has always wanted to reveal, sucked what she always wanted to suck.

Until he whimpers and cries out in fear. Whimpering and whimpering, in pain from the memories of abuse. Alia immediately stops, realizing their same pain of being used as dolls for other's entertainment. She touches his cheek and kisses his forehead.

She has no idea if he feels the same way about her, but she's just glad for a moment she could be his safe haven. Safe place to call home.