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281\u2013She Is A Real Victim\u00a0<\/p>\n
Baxter:\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
When our car pulled up at Yuvonne\u2019s house, I noticed her mother standing in the doorway.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was trying to be sneaky, but I caught a glimpse of her anyway.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The way she ran inside with a smirk on her lips, almost looking too excited, already set off alarm bells in my head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After I got out of the car with my mother, I stepped into the house, and just as I expected, Yuvonne\u2019s mother was blocking my view, standing in front of me with a very sad look on her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I would never accuse, blame, or question a victim, but when it came to her family, I could not be so certain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just a moment ago, she had been excited to see me, almost as if her plan had worked, and now she was in tears.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlpha Baxter, I\u2019m so glad you have arrived,\u201d she told me softly, rubbing her hands together in a nervous motion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cJust Baxter. I\u2019m no longer an Alpha,\u201d I replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wanted to remind her that she did not need to focus on the title anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was not the one she would want for her daughter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But the moment she stepped aside and I saw Yuvonne sitting on the couch, it was as if everything else blurred.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She sat there wearing a white dress. She had a little makeup on, probably to hide her pain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Victims often do that. They either hate their body, or they try to look different from the version that was tortured.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I moved toward her, no longer paying attention to her mother.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As I sat beside her on the couch, I noticed the smile on her lips begin to fade, as if she had suddenly started to panic.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, it\u2019s okay,\u201d I told her, giving a small hand gesture.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She began to look away, hesitant, and it was obvious she was not comfortable having men around.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I leaned back and shifted away from her to give her space.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow are you, Yuvonne?\u201d I asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her eyes lifted quickly toward her mother.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe is not well. She keeps having nightmares,\u201d her mother replied for her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMay I please talk with her alone for a moment?\u201d I requested of her mother, since she was not really allowing Yuvonne to speak for herself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe is too scared to be alone with any man right now,\u201d her mother quickly spoke up again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I understood that it happens, but the way Yuvonne silently stared at her mother every time I spoke did not feel right.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYuvonne, can I please speak with you alone?\u201d I addressed her directly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Without looking at me, with her hands resting in her lap, she nodded her head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
281 She Is A Reat Victims\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
My eyes shifted to her mother, who had her mouth open as if she was about to protest, but now that her daughter had given permission, she could not say anything else.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Yuvonne stood up and wandered toward her room. I noticed her bones sticking out at her shoulders beneath her dress.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It seemed like she had lost a heavy amount of weight. Her skin was very pale, and there were bags under her eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This was not the Yuvonne I remembered. There were patches of hair missing from her scalp, which I could only assume happened during the attack.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As she entered the room, she quickly crawled into the bed and pulled the blanket up to her chest, almost as if hiding herself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease keep the door open,\u201d she requested in a shaky voice, just as she was about to close it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d I replied, respecting her request.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I sat at the edge of the bed, watching her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard what happened. I am so sorry. I did not know those warriors would not be able to protect you,\u201d I began, and guilt started to settle in me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There were no words I could say to comfort a victim of a crime like that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not your fault,\u201d she replied, her eyes fixed on the ground.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI just want justice,\u201d she uttered, and I lifted my head to look at her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said there were three men?\u201d I asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as the question left my mouth, I noticed her fingers curl into the blanket, gathering it tightly in her grip.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d she replied bitterly, as if reliving the moment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know how certain I could be, but there was another incident. Another girl was ambushed by three men in the woods.\u201d As soon as I started to speak, her eyes snapped up. They widened and looked empty.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt has to be them. Is she okay?\u201d she asked. There was a shakiness in her voice, as if she were about to cry.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her eyes were so wide that when tears began to form, I could clearly see them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThey are fine. She was fine. She survived,\u201d I explained. \u201cThey forced her into giving them blowjobs, and when they were about to hurt her more, her screams broke out. I was already on the way, so they ran.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I noticed that she began to look even more anxious.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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