“Okay Remi,” Max said, helping me to lay back down. “You sleep, and I’ll stand watch. Nothing is going to bother you tonight.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll sleep when I’m tired. Just rest and let me watch over you.”
“Okay, Max,” I yawned, closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
All I wanted to do was sleep. I was tired of crying, tired of saying thank you to everyone who stopped before me.
Mostly, I was plain tired of everything.
My mother finally did it. She killed herself. For my whole life, she had been drowning herself in one drug or another. At first, I thought it was because of something I did, but now I knew differently. She wasn’t taking drugs on purpose. She was being fed them daily, so my father could do whatever he wanted with her and with me.
I caught him two nights ago inserting a needle into my mothers’ arms. When I asked, he just said that the doctor prescribed her something for her diabetes. The funny thing, though, my mother didn’t have diabetes.
Nope, my bastard father had been drugging her, getting her so addicted that she craved him or the drug, but I was betting on the drug. So, when a Police officer showed up a day later, well, I wasn’t shocked to hear that my mother ran headfirst into a tree with her car. I was just thankful no one else was hurt.
Oh, my dad played the pitiful widower. He excelled at acting. I should know. I’d seen it my whole life. The man couldn’t act normal even if he tried. After everyone left, I kicked off my shoes and headed to my room, not giving a shit about the mess.
My body felt heavy, as if something were weighing me down. It was strange and a bit uncomfortable. I closed my eyes for a moment, only to open them again when I felt someone staring at me.
It was him.
The bad man.
He found me.
Oh, God. I can’t. Not again.
He stood above me for a minute, staring at me, admiring me, devouring me with his eyes.
I knew that look.
It was bad.
Really bad.
He took possession of me with his stare, claiming me as his. One arm fell off my chest and lay on the bed beside me. The other was lying on my stomach. I tried as hard as I could to move, but I couldn’t. I was completely immobile.
“Don’t worry, my darling. The drug I had your father slip into your tea earlier won’t hurt you. I just can’t have you screaming or fighting me. I’ve tried really hard to wait, but you looked so sultry today, teasing and flirting with all the men here. I admit I was jealous. So, now it’s my turn, and we won’t be interrupted by anyone, ever again.”
He knelt on the bed beside me and leaned his head over my face. I felt his breath on my lips. It smelled sweet, more like fruit juice than liquor. He touched my lips to his. He kissed me lightly, waiting to see if I would move and when I didn’t, he grinned evilly.
“You’re mine forever, Remi.”
He forced my mouth open with his lips, kissing me harshly as his left hand moved up to my shirt, and pulled it up out of my skirt. He laid his hand on the bare skin of my tight stomach. He stopped kissing me and watched me as his left hand moved to my hips, feeling my smooth skin. He traced his fingers along my hips, brushing my panties.
He ripped my blouse open, exposing my breast. He unsnapped my bra and removed it. I was bare to him as his eyes went wild as he grabbed my skirt and pushed it up to my waist. Ripping my panties from my body, he quickly positioned my legs apart, baring all of me to him as if I was an offering.
I knew what was going to happen.
Even back then, he couldn’t control himself. He was sadistic, evil, and nothing I did would ever stop him. He had me once, but I got away. Now, I couldn’t run. I was helpless. I knew my father wouldn’t help me. He was just as bad. But this man, the one in my nightmares, scared me more.
He pushed a finger into me and grimaced because I wasn’t aroused. Spitting on my pussy, he tried again only to get angrier.
“You bitch. I’ve waited for this fucking day for years, and you can’t even be excited for me!” he shouted, slapping me across the face. I wanted to cry, to beg him to stop, but I could do nothing but lay there. I was entirely at his mercy, and he was about to seek revenge for something I had no control over.
He sat up, undid his pants, quickly removing them and his underwear down to his ankles. He pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor. His cock was standing out, long and hard. He admired it, standing erect above me, as he stroked it vigorously.