She finally got down to telling me all that had been going on in her life since the first day I took her to her aunt, with the one little overnight bag I’d found her back then, with the new clothes I’d bought her after throwing away the rags she’d owned.
It was because of those rags that I’d given her aunt a very large clothing allowance for her every year, especially for school clothes. Because I remembered how it was being the poor kid in school and the shit the other kids put me through, I didn’t want any of that for her.
Hearing her tell how her aunt would go to the Salvation Army and get her the leftovers made my eyes burn. Hearing about how the games and shit I’d bought her had been sold to buy shit for Sal made me commit murder in my mind a thousand times.
Instead of the privileged childhood I’d paid out the ass for, she’d had quite the opposite. While I’d been patting myself on the back thinking of the great job I was doing providing for her, she was being neglected and abused.
I let her words wash over me, tasting the bitter regret in my lungs as I called myself ten kinds of fool.
I could blame the aunt but in the end it was all on me. It hurt like fuck to know that I’d had a hand in that shit, all I could do was promise myself that from here on out, her life was going to be as close to perfect as I can get it. She seemed to sense my turmoil and her voice trailed off. “Finish it.”
She shared some more of her aunt’s fucked up maternal skills which were nonexistent, and then she came to this latest fuckery. As I sat there and listened to how he started coming into her room and standing over her in the dark, before it graduated to him touching her ankles up to her thighs, which caused her to live in terror, it was all I could do not to jump from the bed and go do him now.
I was afraid I was going to break one more silent promise to her before the dawn. I listened with a growing rage just being held in check as she described his fucking perversion the sick twisted walking dead fuck.
She was such an innocent still, that she had no idea what she was describing when she told me about the strange breathing and the wetness on her tummy after he’d lifted her sleep top and she’d laid there in stark fear pretending sleep.
That had been two nights ago, the fucker had been escalating. I’d gotten there in the knick of time. I broke out in a cold sweat when I thought of what could’ve happened had I not gotten that call when I did.
When she started shaking hard enough that I could hear it from where I sat, I knew that I had to go to her. There was no more danger of me fucking her tonight. Her little story of near rape had squelched that shit for the time being.
I had a hard-on for something else now. It had been a long time since I’d capped an asshole. Whether on foreign or domestic soil, I have no problem pulling the trigger. This one was gonna take some careful planning though.
I laid on the bed next to her and pulled her down into my arms, holding her close until she got over the shakes. When I felt her relax a little I was able to breathe easy again.
“You’re okay babygirl, you’re going to always be okay from now on. I’m sorry that happened to you, sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, that’s on me not you. Look at me.” I lifted her chin with my finger so that I could look into her face.
“None of this was your fault do you hear me? Nod your head so I know you hear me.” I waited for her to acquiesce before going on. “Tell me you believe me.” Her little voice assured me that she did. “I believe you.” I pulled her into my chest and tried to show her with that one touch just how fucking special she was.
It was almost surreal to be here with her like this finally. I inhaled her scent thinking she was safe enough, what with the conversation being what it is.
Big fucking mistake. My dick perked right the fuck back up at the first whiff. She was cuddle soft and sweet, a very dangerous combination right now. I was like a fucking deer in headlights.
I couldn’t very well jump out the bed and run, but I couldn’t let her feel my need either, not after the story she’d just told. She’d probably think I was the worse kind of asshole.