TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. DON'T WORRY, THE ABUSE SCENES WILL NOT BE SO VIVID IN THE COMING CHAPTERS.
PEBBLES' POVDECEMBER 24TH, 2015Sanguine liquid dribbled down my face and unto my white turtleneck blouse, staining it red. My hand slowly rose and touched the corner of my left brow and I flinched in pain as my fingers brushed against the deep, fresh cut. The warm and sticky substance oozed out in waves. I quickly removed my hand and tilted my head so that my eyes met the ceiling of the tiny closet where I hid. I lifted my palm above my face, my eyes widened in horror as my honey-brown hand was painted with wet, crimson juice.“Bl—blood, ” I whispered to myself. My teeth were chattering and my heart tightened at the sight of the bodily fluid. I used one palm and clutch my chest. I gripped the front of my blouse so tightly, my knuckles became white. My rear hit the wall as I stumbled backwards. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, but I couldn't. HE would hear me, HE would catch me, and then HE would beat me.I gently slid to the floor and hugged my knees to my chest. My eyes caught an old rag that was lying idly on the floor of the small hallway closet. I grabbed it and tied it over my bleeding face. I tilted my head so that it rested on the wall behind me. My eyes closed as my fear ate away at my insides. I swallowed my anxiety as soon as I heard footsteps lurking closer to the door. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, sending my pulse into a skyrocketing frenzy. Beads of sweat dripped from my forehead as the salty liquid now burnt my wound as it soaked through my makeshift bandage. I rocked back and forth, like a frightened child.God, please don't let him find me. Please don't let the devil find me. I mentally prayed and pleaded. Silent tears gushed from my eyes as I sobbed. I watched in anticipation as the shadow moved closer beneath the door. I swallowed my gasp as I noticed the doorknob slowly turning.“I know you're in there, Pebbles. I can smell your per—perfume, ” he slurred out. He jerked the knob twice more. “Open this door now, you little whore!” He began banging against the door. My body trembled on the floor, flinching every time he thumped on the door. “Pebbles, if you don't open this motherfucking door, I will kick it in and then whatever I planned to do to you now will be ten times worse, ” he cackled evilly.Why me, Lord? Why does this have to happen to me?The banging continued for a few more minutes before I heard a loud thud on the outside of the door. I crawled on my hands and knees then placed my ear against the door. I stayed as quiet as I could and I listened.He was snoring. I waited a couple more minutes before I opened the closet. There he was passed out in a drunken stupor. Vomit riddled his face. His right fingers were still fastened tightly around the rim of his beer bottle. His left knuckles were stained with blood—my blood. I walked around his sprawled body that resembled a sunbathing starfish. I hurriedly tiptoed to my bedroom and locked the door behind me. I took a warm shower, then cleaned and bandaged my injury properly.Calling the police was out of the question.Dressed in a pair of Spongebob pyjamas, I checked the door once more to ensure that it was indeed locked. I slid beneath my covers. I sighed a breath of relief because I knew once the devil was passed out, he would be out for the rest of the night.My lids were heavy and sleep was only moments away. I entered my dreamland and dreamt of a different life for myself. I didn't get far before I felt a hand clamping over my mouth. My eyes opened wide to find the devil pinning me down on the bed. His hand groped my breast, and I struggled against his dirty clutches.He knelt in my abdomen, painfully sinking his knee in my gut. He removed his palm from my mouth and dangled the keys in my face. “You forgot I have keys to every room in this house—my house.” His breath smelt like stale liquor and cigarettes. The sour smell caused me to choke. He knew what his breath was doing to me.A wicked smile decorated his face, then in one swift movement, he captured my lips with his. His tongue fought to part my lips, trying to stick it further and further down my throat. I gagged once more. His mouth tasted like a dirty ashtray. I knew because he forced me to eat old cigarette buds, and then he would have me lick the ashtray clean. He removed his tongue from my throat and I rolled my head to the side, trying everything to get my mouth away from his.He lowered his head and whispered against my ear. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard tonight, you won't be able to walk straight for a week.” He held his tongue out and licked the side of my face. His breath slapped me across my cheek causing my eyes to water at how malodorous it was. Goosebumps permeated my body, but not the good kind. He used his knee to apply more pressure to my abdomen. Pain ripped through my lower torso and I shuddered at the feeling. He stuck a finger into the waistline of my PJs, and slid it down.“Please, don't, ” I begged. “I am on my period.” I knew this wouldn't stop him, but I had to try, anyway.“Now this will make it even more exciting. I know you hate the sight of blood, ” he mocked my hemophobia.My body went into a deeper, panicked mode. I thrashed against his weight, but he only sank lower on top of me. He ground his crotch against mine and I felt the sickness creeping from my gut. It picked up speed when he ripped my top off, exposing my perky honey-brown breasts. He lowered his head to my chest and took a nipple in his mouth. Hot tears streaked my face.“Stop it!” I yelled. I tried to push him off, but he was too heavy, too muscular, and too strong. He used his knees to pry my legs apart. I begged and pleaded for him to stop. But my petition was music to his ears.His member hardened and the sickness I felt grew tenfold. He removed my nipple from his mouth and replaced it with my lips. Spurts of vomit littered his face, the thick liquid invaded his mouth. It looked like the oatmeal I consumed a few hours earlier.“You are gonna pay for this, you little bitch!” He yanked my pants off. I fought to get off the bed. My face stung as I felt the back of his hand crash against my jaw. A sharp metallic taste danced on my tongue because of my busted jaw. He continued to rip my underwear off. Leaving me naked and cold. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Pebbles. You will forever be mine.”The words that tumbled from his mouth resulted in another shower of tears to surge from my already puffy eyes. Words that had no meaning to me or him. Words that hurt more than his beatings. Words that made me recognise that I was too tired and too weak to fight him.My body became limp, and I gave up hope. I gave up on life. I refused to live like that anymore. A small whimper escaped my lips as he plunged his penis into my vagina. He raped me for hours. He did not stop until I saw the dawn break over the horizon. He slipped from my centre, then he collapsed on top of me.I felt his hot seeds leaking and wetting my thighs, mixing in with my monthly flow. It was then and there I decided to do it - I had decided to kill myself.The devil had won, I pondered to myself as my soul cried out in distress.PEBBLES' POV AUGUST 10TH, 1999He yanked my hair and wrenched me out of the bed. The force of his actions sent me plummeting to the floor. I caught a glimpse of my frightened reflection in his shiny leather shoes. My body was still tender from the beatings it endured three days prior. "I specifically told you yesterday that I needed everyone ready by 8 am today," he raised his foot and attempted to kick me. I closed my eyes and curled in a fetal position as I waited for him to attack." Get up and get ready, you negro bastard." I peeked through my lids and I saw him adjusting his gold-plated cuff links. "You have me working up a sweat and I haven't even had breakfast yet, " he sighed. "Get up."I slowly got up and wobbled to my feet. My soft grey eyes locked onto his icy blue ones that were filled with pure hatred and resentment. His dark blonde sideburns had streaks of grey. His moustache was neatly trimmed and sat perfectly above his thin pink lips. "I-I'm sorry. I fo-forgot to set
I was starving and dehydrated when I was found the next day. The maid heard my weak cries and informed my grandmother. Grandma came running as soon as she heard. “Why were you in the closet?” She hugged me tightly, checking my body to see if I was hurt. “Quick, get her some water," she ordered the maid. Grandma hugged me again with tears pooling in her eyes. “I am OK, grandma. I was playing, and I got locked in," I lied. Grandma knew my grandfather was not fond of me, but she did not know about the beatings. Bianca and Sinister gave me strict instructions that if I told people, then I would be taken away to go live in the group home. I did not want that. Plus, Grandma had been complaining about forgetting stuff lately, like her keys, business appointments, and birthdays. But the scariest thing was when I heard her talking to the doctor, and he told her she had something called early onset Alzheimer's. It sounded serious, but she promised me that when she left for good, everything woul
AUGUST 27, 2005One year ago, I lost my grandmother. I lost my heart and my desire to live. If it wasn't for my Penpal, Badboy 2.0, then I would have taken my life already. We both promised to do whatever it takes to get admission to Harvard University.It was the last Saturday of summer. I was starting high school on Monday, and I was so excited. Blair and her daughter Jenna came to live with us after Grandma's funeral. My mother met some rich man a few months ago, and he had been taking her all over the world on his private jet. Bianca and I barely spoke over the past year. I just kept to myself and stayed out of her way.Sinister's beatings got worst after Grandma died. I was admitted twice to the hospital after I passed out from one of his mighty blows to my head. The doctors and nurses did not buy the story of me falling down the stairs, but Sinister let his money answer all their questions. Of course, he paid them off. I was treated and released on both occasions.Lately, though,
Death, it came for Bianca without warning; like a gunshot from behind. One moment she was here flying high above the clouds with her rich, married lover, clinking champagne glasses and probably joining the mile-high club, and then the next minute she was gone. Just like that; she ceased to exist. Engine failure, they said. The sophisticated jet caught fire while it was still in the air, then it exploded into millions of pieces before the remnants fell to the shores of the Rocky Mountains. Should I wear black? I asked myself. Wearing black clothing at a funeral was intended to show respect for the deceased. I searched my soul, but I could find no ounce of respect. I still wore black though. I dare not to get on the devil's dangerous side. He had been colder since the death of his only child. He backhanded a maid for spilling some water, and he kicked the holster for forgetting to clean the stables. Sinister arranged for the funeral to be held just two days after her death, so Jenna
The past couple of days all seemed like one big nightmare. I received my first kiss, then I got beaten, found out my mother died, and then was hampered from attending her funeral. When will my life stop sucking? I asked myself.I got dressed as it was my first day of high school. Well, technically it was Tuesday, but because Bianca's funeral was yesterday, we did not attend school. I tucked neatly my white dress shirt into my knee-length blue and black pleated skirt, a matching tie hung around my neck. I pulled my black socks up to my knees and fitted my hair in a ponytail that fell in the middle of my back.Jenna was dressed similarly, as we attended a private school. Sinister said that since my mother gave me her last name, I should at least get educated like a Hemington. Jenna begged for us to be driven to school in style. Sinister did not hesitate as he ordered Maxwell to drive us in his stretched limousine. As soon as the limo hit the curb, Jenna stood and poked her head through
A week later and I went back to the hospital for a check-up. The oddest thing was that I was told Doctor Bailey no longer worked there. The nurse I asked informed me he resigned from the hospital and moved to another state. Something felt off in the pits of my stomach.Sinister avoided me like a plague, but I did not mind at all. Badboy2.0 kept me company while I recovered.❤️Lonergirl: You're really not going to tell me your actual name?💋Badboy2.0: Nope. So, you will not send me a picture, so I know who I'm talking to?❤️Lonergirl: I guess you'll have to wait until we meet at Harvard.💋Badboy2.0: That's like 4 years from now. 😒😒😒❤️Lonergirl: I know, but good things come to those who wait.💋Badboy2.0: Can we at least exchange numbers? I am dying to hear your voice.Shit! I couldn't tell him I didn't have a phone. ❤️Lonergirl: Sure. You can send me your number. I will call you when I'm ready.💋Badboy2.0: You are a difficult and mysterious woman. I like it.❤️Lonergirl: OK. I
JULY 13TH, 2007“Dad, I can't read it. You do it," Badboy 2.0 handed his dad the letter from Harvard.“Come on, son, what are you afraid of? You know very well you got in." His dad ripped the envelope open and read. “Congratulations! The Committee on Admissions has admitted you to the Harvard School of Engineering and Applied Science class of 2007…" The young lad's mind zoned out after that. “Son? Son!” His Dad shook him back to reality. “You did it. You're going to Harvard.”“No, dad, we did it.” The father and son shared a heartwarming hug. “I have some work to tie up at the office, but we will celebrate tonight.” His dad informed him as he pulled away from his son. “I am very proud of you," he kissed his son's forehead. “Thanks, dad," he smiled as he watched his father leave. “See you later.”As soon as he heard his dad's car start, he dialled Lonergirl to give her the wonderful news. The phone rang once before she answered. “Hello.” Lonergirl's whispered voice picked up at the o
PEBBLES' POVSardines and eggs. That was what the devil's kiss tasted like. His lavishly applied aftershave plagued my nostrils with its putrid, citrusy scent.With his tongue still embedded down my throat, he used his hands to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my bosoms. His dent in his pants pressed painfully against my jeans covered thighs. I thrashed around as a sign of protest to his vulgar behaviour. He let out a deep and malignant chuckle against my lips. “You taste so good. I wonder if you will feel as sweet as you taste?” He withdrew his tongue as he held eye contact. His black pupils swirled in the dim lighting of the small closet. I saw the endless depths of evil and darkness in his cold soul through his eyes.His hands left my chest. The left hand trailed its way lower until it stopped at my waist, while the right hand held the knife, running the sharp tip down the front of my blouse, ripping it down the middle. ”I bet you have never been fucked by a real man," hi