Dad crept over to Kinsey’s bedside table and picked up her empty mug. He looked inside it for a second, brows furrowed. Then he put it down and turned his gaze to Kinsey. “Good girl,” he whispered, reaching out to stroke her left cheek.
She didn’t stir, but that didn’t stop my father’s wandering hands.
My upper lip curled with revulsion as I watched him slowly peel the blankets back. He carefully rolled Kinsey onto her back and pulled the thin straps of her nightdress over her shoulders and down her arms, revealing her breasts. The camera quality was so good that I could see her nipples go hard from the sudden exposure to the cool night air.
Dad squeezed her left breast with one hand, groaning softly. “So beautiful,” he muttered. I thought that would be enough to finally wake Kinsey, but she was still out like a light. She barely even twitched.
Dad moved his free hand down to her thighs, slowly lifting the hem of her nightdress. When he’d pushed it all the way up to her waist, baring every inch of her lower body, his hand traveled back down to her thighs and gently pushed her legs apart.
Kinsey’s right arm suddenly jerked, and a loud moan spilled from her lips. Dad sprang back like he’d been scalded and crouched beside the bed.
“What the fuck?” I muttered.
Kinsey let out a sleepy grumble and rolled onto her side. Her eyes were still shut, and her chest was rising and falling in steady breaths.
Dad chuckled softly and rose to his feet. “I thought you were awake for a second there,” he murmured, leaning over Kinsey. “But you wouldn’t wake up, would you? My good girl.”
I frowned and tilted my head. My father’s words didn’t make any sense. He’d sneaked into Kinsey’s bedroom so they could secretly hook up, so why wouldn’t he want her to wake up? Unless…
Coldness struck at my core as pieces of jigsaw fell into place in my mind, forming an awful picture.
Oh, fuck. No way.
I tried to push the intrusive thoughts out of my mind, but it didn’t stop the awful truth from dawning on me. It filtered in slowly at first, and then it picked up speed, slamming into my psyche like a fucking freight train.
Kinsey wasn’t having an affair with my father. She didn’t even know he was visiting her room at night.
He made a point of inspecting the mug on her bedside table when he stepped into the room earlier. I thought it was a bit strange at the time, but I didn’t think much of it beyond that. Now I knew exactly why he did it. He made those hot chocolates for Kinsey every night, and he wanted to ensure that she’d gratefully swallowed every mouthful.
Why? I could only think of one explanation.
The hot chocolate was spiked with something, most likely a drug that knocked Kinsey into a deep sleep. Deep enough that someone could touch her and violate her body without waking her up.
Jesus fucking Christ…
I pressed a hand over my mouth and watched the rest of the footage, unable to tear my eyes away. It was like watching a trainwreck—part of me wanted to look away from the uncomfortable scene, but a bigger part needed to witness the catastrophe from start to finish.
Onscreen, Dad stood up straight for a moment. He fumbled with his pants and pulled his penis out. Then he gripped it in his right hand and pumped at it, eyes focused on Kinsey’s slumbering body.
A moment later, he grunted and leaned down, left hand groping at Kinsey’s breasts. He pushed her onto her back again, right hand still furiously stroking his dick. His free hand traveled down between her legs to rub at her pussy.
He kept this pattern up for what felt like an eternity, moving his hand from her breasts to her pussy. Finally, his grunting and groaning built to a crescendo, and he came all over her bare chest.
He stood up straight and let out a deep, satisfied sigh. Then he headed into the bathroom and returned with a packet of wet wipes to clean Kinsey’s chest. She was still fast asleep. Totally dead to the world.
“Jesus,” I muttered against my hand. The full weight of what I’d just witnessed was still hitting me.
I knew some assholes in this world would try to claim that an incident like this wasn’t a true sexual assault, because no fingers or penises entered Kinsey’s body, but that was fucking bullshit. It was a sickening violation no matter how anyone tried to spin it.
In fact, I was willing to bet that the only reason my father didn’ttake it any further was due to the simple fact that he couldn’t do so without Kinsey noticing. With her body unwilling and unprepared, she’d be dry and tight, so if anything happened beyond rubbing and groping, she’d wake up sore the next day. There might even be blood. If that happened, she’d know that something awful was happening to her at night.
“Fucking hell.” I slammed the laptop shut and slumped in my chair, stomach roiling and mind spinning. This revelation was like a knife in my gut.
James Holland was right all along. He might’ve been a raging addict and a deadbeat dad, but he was fuckingright.
My father was a predator. A sick fucking freak who liked to violate young women and girls. The younger the better, probably.
Now that I knew the truth, I could see the grim reality of the past playing out in my mind’s eye—James discovering the dark truth and Dad vowing to destroy him to stop it from coming out.