Norah

“Tell?” He tossed the word out like it was something laughable. “Christ, what age are you?” “I’m seventeen now,” I bit out. “But I was seven when you raped me.” “Don’t…” “I was seven years old when you first raped me!” I said louder, refusing to be silenced a second longer by my fear of this man. “I was eleven years old when you finally stopped!” Blowing out a ragged breath, I glared at the monster standing in front of me with tears pouring down my cheeks and strangled out, “You took four years of my childhood from me, and I’ve been living in a prison in my mind every damn day of my life since. So, if you don’t want to risk spending the next seventeen years of your life behind bars, you’ll get on a plane and never come back!”
― Chloe Walsh, Taming 7

“Because this boy had always been my favorite boy. My favorite friend, person, human, everything.”
― Chloe Walsh, Taming 7

“Gibsie belonged to the rest of the world. Gerard belonged just to me.”
― Chloe Walsh, Taming 7

“maar het enige wat ik zie, wat ik voel, wat ik hoor: zijn huid, zijn armen, zijn benen, zijn veel te sterke handen, zijn adem tegen mijn huid, spieren die zich spannen, botten die kraken, een lichaam dat breekt, ik die steeds zwakker wordt en vervaag. Dat allemaal - meer is er niet”
― Mireille Vroege, The Way I Used to Be