She takes off her robe and throws it to the floor, leaving her standing in only her heels. “Yoreli, you will give me the pleasure that I seek. If you don’t…” She leaves the words hanging in the air as she walks toward the counter and her fingers skim the knife. “You’ll face the consequences.”
I gulp; she can’t be serious.
“On your knees, Yoreli,” she instructs and I shake my head. This isn’t happening. I’m not doing this. “Yoreli!” she yells and grabs the knife.
“Please, don’t,” I beg but she laughs. “Talia, please.”
“You want to live here, you want to stay under this roof, then you’ll do as I say,” she tells me as she brings the knife past my face and towards my breast.
“Talia.” I’m shaking; she’s not going to hurt me, is she?
“On your knees, Yoreli,” she demands but I can’t. I’m frozen to the spot.
I scream out as she slices my skin under my breast. I can feel wetness against my top. I put my hand to it, wiping down. I look at my hand; blood. “Please, Talia, no!”
“Yoreli, I’ll only say it one more time. On your knees. Now.”
I sink to my knees, tears streaming down my face as she lifts her right leg and rests it against the chair. Her vagina is just inches from my mouth.
“Pleasure me, Yoreli.” She reaches for my head and brings my lips to her pussy. “Use your tongue,” she instructs, “Fuck me,” she demands, her other hand still holds the knife.
I’m scared that if I don’t do as she asks then she’ll hurt me again. I don’t see any way out of this. I flick my tongue out and touch her vagina. I cringe in disgust as she moans loudly.
“More…” She cries as once again I use my tongue to do as she asks.
“I’m here to see you, now let me in.” His voice pulls me from my memories. His hand squeezes mine and pulls me around so that I’m face to face with Talia.
She’s dressed in her smart suit jacket, silky beige blouse, along with a tight pencil skirt. Her feet are bare and her hair is tied up in a knot on top of her head. “Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in,” she snarls at me, rage flashing through her eyes. She’s not changed.
John’s arm goes around my shoulder and he holds me tight against him as we walk into the house. “Where’s the living room, baby girl?”
Having him here with me has made me feel as though I can conquer the world. “This way,” I mutter, tugging his hand and walking towards the living room.
“You’re back?” Zella gasps as John and I enter the room. She’s sitting in her pajamas eating chips.
“How dare you barge into my house?” Talia yells. I spin around, my back pressed against John’s chest; he holds onto my waist and I’m grateful. Looking at Talia, I see that she’s standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. “You bitch!” she spits at me.
“How about you sit your ass down and shut the fuck up?” His anger is vibrating off him. “I know what you’ve done, so you’re going to sit down and listen to every word I have to say.”
She cocks her hip and glares at him. “And if I don’t?” she questions.
“Then the cops will be here.” She continues to glare at him but walks over to the couch and sits beside Zella.
“What’s going on?” Anna asks, walking into the living room; she too is dressed in her pajamas. Seems they’re all having a lazy day.
“This man has barged into our home and is demanding I listen to him.” Talia acts as though she’s the injured party.
“What? Call the cops,” Anna cries.
John laughs. “Oh, please do.”
“Sit down, Anna; let him say whatever it is he’s dying to say. Then he can leave us be and take the trash out with him.”
I place my hand on John’s as his body shakes. He’s pissed, but I don’t want him to do anything he’ll regret.
“Ms. Maine,” John says through clenched teeth. “I’ve seen the bruises on Yoreli. I’ve seen the scars that you have inflicted on her. Not to mention all the emotional scars that she has due to your abuse.”
“Abuse!” Talia yells. “I gave that good-for-nothing scrounger a roof over her head.”