“Look at what we got here!” I turn around sharply, my body retreating on its own without losing contact with the brick wall, I curse myself with every word I know for letting my guards down to the point where I didn’t sense this ‘anything but harmless’ looking vagabond approach me.
The man is a giant, to say the least, his body is buried under layers and layers of ragged dirty clothes, he has a black hat on his head from which several thick dreadlocks are cascading to reach his shoulders, looking dreadful indeed, he has a small brown bottle of beer in hand, a thick black beard, and a scar running diagonally from his right eyebrow to his left cheek.
Running his black eyes all over my body, the man licks his lips befor
“Dad!!” I cry out the word with much intensity, unable to believe that it is really him, saving me from the monster who was about to defile me so callously, I bolt towards him and collide with his chest like a bullet finding its last refuge, I can barely contain my loud sobs. Hell, I don’t want to contain them, I want them out, with all the fear and the disgust I was, and still am, feeling.I know, with the few sane neurons I still have, that the whole thing didn’t take more then few minutes, but hell, it sure felt like an eternity, I am left with all these horrible feelings inside of me.I still feel the man’s hands on me, rough and filthy, slapping me, forcing me, touching me without my consent, I am so disgusted a
My father was already sitting on the sofa with two steaming cups resting on the small table in front of him, waiting patiently and pressing something, probably ice, against his swollen cheek and typing something on his phone, reminding me that I had left mine behind.Looking around the apartment, I see that while I was in the bathroom, he did some gathering and cleaning, the place doesn’t look as messy as it was a few minutes ago, still messy though, and you can almost immediately guess that a middle-aged man with drinking problems and a messed up life lives here.Lifting his head off his phone, he offers me a fatherly smile, his eyes dripping with pity as they roam my face, probably because of all the bruises it carried.
“Are you sure you don’t want to wait in the car while I go and bring your stuff?” my father asks for the second time, or is it the third, I have already lost count, he looks a bit anxious, and I know he is worried about me and the outcome of the next confrontation, we are now in front of Emma’s house, the one I ran away from several nights ago, my father had insisted that I stay for a while, calm down, and think things through without any interference from anyone.I can’t say I feel any less angry at what I have learned, but I am not as hurt as before, the pain had numbed somehow, my father had kept me company all this time, I helped him clean the apartment, making it more descent, and in the last few days, we took our time to learn more about each other, well, it was mostly him telling me stories fr
“Please, stop crying, sweetie, they don’t deserve your tears!” my father tries to comfort me for the hundredth time, and for the hundredth time he fails, his words fall on deaf ears, all I can hear are the random words and the loud hiccups, my hiccups.I want to believe his words; I want to toughen up and put it all behind my back but I can’t! I am too consumed with my own sadness and disappointment to pay him any attention.That is not all you are feeling and you know it! My little devil whispers and I detect dissatisfaction in his whispering voice, he is not pleased and nor am I, however, putting his tone aside, I can’t help but acknowledge his words, as always, he is r
One of these two stories must be a lie, for the two are too contradicted to fit into one story.The question is, which one?"Did I say anything else?!" I chose to dig further into my father's version, it is the only thing I can do at the moment anyway, and at the very least, he is giving me full stories and not just fragments like Nate did."As a matter of fact, yes, you did." He looks hesitant and unsure of what he is about to say, but the intense look I am giving him makes him sigh in defeat before pulling out his phone."First of all, Nat, you must know that I did this for you
“Are you sure he is going to be home?” I shake my head at my father’s question, to be honest I have no idea, it is Sunday, normal people won’t be at work, but again this is Nathaniel Williams, and I doubt he is enjoying a lazy Sunday morning at home with Clark and Beth.And unfortunately, this only leaves me with no other option but to call him!Fuck!I don’t want to call him, I don’t want to take his permission like a good girl, I don’t want to let him know I am coming and have him arrange the time that suits him, and I don’t want to give him the chance to prepare himself, to prepare more lies to tell
“This is a big house!” the look on my father’s house is the same I had on mine when I came here a few days ago, the house was indeed a magnificent piece of work, sadly though, I am not able to enjoy its beauty as I am directly reminded of all the things that happened here.The conversation with Nate, the time in his room, the things he told me, the way he affected me, the way my body responded to his, the dinner, the kiss, the feeling of my wet entrance pressed on his bulging member, the heat and lust in his eyes and in mine, the taste of him inside my mouth, it all comes back to me now as one big lump stuffed forcibly inside my throat, a bitter one that is.“She doesn’t look happy to see us!” my father whisper
“Is that her?!” my father whispers to me as we entered the reception room where I have shared coffee with Nate before, Beth didn’t offer us anything this time, not even a seat, and the gorgeous blondie had excused herself to go get Nate.The thought of that woman bothers me to the point where I, for a second, have forgotten why I came here in the first place, why is she that This is going to be difficult! I tell myself as I take a deep sigh, I am already fidgeting and hesitating, even though I have just received another confirmation about his relationship with that woman. maybe this is why you are hesitating, because the last hope just died in front of your eyes.
Up, and down, then up, and down again, then swallow, and then put another spoon filled with what tastes like ash into your mouth and repeat the process. I force myself to eat, not because I care about the way my insides feel whenever I don’t eat for a long period of time, in fact, I would welcome this feeling and allow it to consume me from the inside until I perish, but because I know he would take it as an act of disobedience and come up with a new way to punish me, the last time I refused to eat he destroyed my asshole, and that wasn’t the worse part, no, it was the fact that he invited two of his equally despicable friends to watch as he did so.I thought that after this time, after all those punishment where he violated every hole in my body, I became immune to it, but he always came with new ways to hurt me, when I became numb to physical pain, he opted to humiliation instead, exposing me to other monsters, a shiver runs down my spine as I remember how he prevented me from usin
“What do you mean that this has nothing to do with me?” I stand in the corner as I watch myself put on a token of a fight, I saw the anger and the hurt in my eyes, it was evident, but my words and my voice weren’t as angry, as if I was holding back.“It doesn’t, Nat, you know I cannot publicly be with you, we have already talked about this!” he answers me with a tired expression, and I see he is trying to choose his words as well, something about this conversation doesn’t feel quite right, as if we both have something to lose.“That doesn’t mean you are free to date her, so openly and publicly, I never protested on our relationship being a secret but only because it was also exclusive, but this?” oh…so this is the infamous fight, I think as I smile bitterly, another piece falling into the puzzle.“Being public with her is the main point of being with her, I need the PR, and I need her father’s connections, this is not about feelings.” Nate tried to reason with me, but what he doesn’t
TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT, INCEST, MENTAL TRAUMA.“So, it was you all along?” I glance through half closed eyes at the girl sitting beside me while I lay on the floor of the dark room, tracing the mental scars I acquired through this farce of a life I lived, I smile bitterly as she keeps looking at me with the same hazel eyes, only that hers have a dark glint in them.Understandable, I think as I glance around me at the place I have locked her in all these years, drowned her with all the feelings I have been bottling, all the hate, the anger, the despair, and the unsated need for retaliation.Yeah, all I wanted back then was to forget all about her, all her pain, all her suffering, all her misery, and start anew somewhere else, somewhere far, somewhere big and crowded where I can blend with everyone else, no wonder she hated me, no wonder she tormented me once she was free, I dumped it all on her and went on with my life, sure, I never fully lived, but she didn’t even barely hea
Come here, baby...you know what you have to do...Mama please, believe me!You are a bad girl, Natalia... Stop telling lies!Be a good obedient girl and this Won't hurt!But it hurts! It hurts so much and I hate it!Mama, he is hurting me when you are not around, he is making me do things like...Shush! Don't ever say this again!If you ever speak about this to your mom or anyone, I will have to punish you, now you don't want to be punished like last time, do you?Mama, he used his cigarettes to..What a filthy, lying, little shit you are! I told not to speak of this again!Hush now, baby...Mama, please make him stop!You bitch! I don't want to see you again in my house! Get out! Get out!You think this is over, baby girl?Mama! Please stop, you are hurting me!I don't want to see her! I swear i will kill her! The little skank! She is the reason!It will never
"Something is troubling you, sweety?" I look at my father's face and see concern written all over it, I didn't say much since we left Nate's villa, the wound in my heart is still fresh and bleeding, but even with that I am unable to shake this uneasy feeling that something is wrong, what if something happened to his father because of what he heard? I would never forgive myself if that was the case, The thought only made my mood go soorer, and my father was quick to notice it."Are you still thinking about what happened in that man's villa?""What is something happened to his father?" I ask, my voice laced with worried."And what is this whole thing is but another way to trick you, make you feel guilty about something that isn't even your fault!" My father spat making me look at him, so many words on the top of my tongue but i chose not to say any.How can i tell him about this feeling in my heart without sounding like a naive girl who is easily manipulated?
“Is that so? Can you tell her then why did you leak pictures of you two kissing in your house?!” hearing this, I feel the blood freeze in my veins, I turn to my father abruptly, with eyes begging him to say that I heard wrong.But instead, I see him raise his head challengingly, and the little blood which was left in my face is now completely drained!Oh No!!Fucking No!!I look at Nate with terrified eyes, wanting him to tell me that it is not what I think it is, but again, he has that same expression that makes me nauseous.
“Is that her?!” my father whispers to me as we entered the reception room where I have shared coffee with Nate before, Beth didn’t offer us anything this time, not even a seat, and the gorgeous blondie had excused herself to go get Nate.The thought of that woman bothers me to the point where I, for a second, have forgotten why I came here in the first place, why is she that This is going to be difficult! I tell myself as I take a deep sigh, I am already fidgeting and hesitating, even though I have just received another confirmation about his relationship with that woman. maybe this is why you are hesitating, because the last hope just died in front of your eyes.
“This is a big house!” the look on my father’s house is the same I had on mine when I came here a few days ago, the house was indeed a magnificent piece of work, sadly though, I am not able to enjoy its beauty as I am directly reminded of all the things that happened here.The conversation with Nate, the time in his room, the things he told me, the way he affected me, the way my body responded to his, the dinner, the kiss, the feeling of my wet entrance pressed on his bulging member, the heat and lust in his eyes and in mine, the taste of him inside my mouth, it all comes back to me now as one big lump stuffed forcibly inside my throat, a bitter one that is.“She doesn’t look happy to see us!” my father whisper
“Are you sure he is going to be home?” I shake my head at my father’s question, to be honest I have no idea, it is Sunday, normal people won’t be at work, but again this is Nathaniel Williams, and I doubt he is enjoying a lazy Sunday morning at home with Clark and Beth.And unfortunately, this only leaves me with no other option but to call him!Fuck!I don’t want to call him, I don’t want to take his permission like a good girl, I don’t want to let him know I am coming and have him arrange the time that suits him, and I don’t want to give him the chance to prepare himself, to prepare more lies to tell