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 the sunroof. Now all eyes were on the pretty blonde girl. The car stopped and Maxwell let us out. He told us he'd be waiting when school ended.As usual, I thanked Maxwell while Jenna ignored him; she thought she was better than the staff. Jenna warned me not to talk to her because she hated my guts. She strolled towards the group of kids we met the other night.“Pebbles, come over here," Evie shouted. I wavered before I sauntered up to her.“Hey, Evie.” I smiled. I liked Evie. She told me about her weekend and how much she loved reading. Everything seemed fine until Chris walked over to us. Jenna jumped in his arms, and he squeezed her butt. I flinched out of discomfort as I remembered what happened last Saturday. I began to walk off.“Hey, Pebbles, leaving so soon?” Chris asked. “I have something to show you. In fact, I think everyone should see it.” Chris took out his phone and swiped his fingers on the buttons, and in seconds I could see every teen in eyeshot grabbing their cells. The sounds of buzzes and pings surrounded the air. What the hell was going on?I watched as Evie looked at her phone, then she glared at me with shocked eyes. Darius was the first one to erupt in laughter. “Nice tits, Pebbles. What are you, a B cup?” Jenna and Chris were laughing hysterically until tears slid from their eyes.“Come with me," Evie dragged me to the girl's room. “What were you thinking, Pebbles? Chris is an asshole. Everyone knows his dad is the biggest racist in town," Evie explained, but I begged to differ. I knew no one was a bigger racist than Sinister. She showed me the photos that Chris took the other night. He sent them out to the entire school.“Pebbles Hemington, come to the principal's office now!” The principal spoke through the loudspeaker.Evie held my hand all the way to the office. I kept my head down as students glared at me. Some even made lewd statements at my passing. Evie left me at the big red door. I knocked before I entered the office. The principal was there, scribbling something in a notepad. She didn't even reply to me when I greeted her with a good morning. Even though her head was down I could tell she was beautiful. Her slim figure couldn't hide behind the wooden desk. Her brown hair colour was so rich it almost looked red.“Have a seat, Miss Hemington," she spoke. She removed her reading glasses and then settled her brown eyes on me. The next thing she asked me was if I knew who sent the photos. This was it, maybe she could do something about it and Chris could be punished for what he had done.“Christopher Sawyer," I informed her. It felt good telling on him. The principal froze. She reclined in her seat and squinted her eyes, scrutinizing me.“My son, Christopher Sawyer?” And then my eyes went to her desk tag. Principal E. Sawyer. “Tell me everything."OH MY GOD, JUST KILL ME NOW!I told her about the events that took place Saturday night. Well leaving out Sinister's beatings of course. She listened keenly before she phoned Sinister. “Your grandfather will be here in a couple of minutes.” Her voice was cold and she didn't relay to me what punishments she would rain down on her son. But who was I kidding, this was how things were when you have family in high positions. She probably would give him a tongue lashing as a warning and then go about her day as usual.I was a nervous wreck when Sinister arrived. My hands were sweaty, and my breathing was shallow. I bit my lips to keep calm. The atmosphere got dark when he stepped into the office.“Good morning, Mr. Hemington. Your granddaughter has accused my son of sending out nude images of her," she announced bitterly as she showed him the photos.“Wait, please don't show him those," I begged the principal, and Sinister shot me a nasty look and I shut my lips. I could tell that Sinister was angry, but he did not let it slip. The principal continued to tell him what I told her but she made it seem like I was lying on her son or it was my fault.“I see. I know she is a liar and I will punish her when we get home, but for now, just let the little brat stay in school. I have donated a lot of money here over the years. It would be a shame if our little arrangement is altered because of some teen affair," Sinister winked at the principal.She then asked me to wait in the hall so that she and Sinister could discuss other matters. As soon as I sat on the bench in the hallway, I heard them having sex like wild dogs in heat.Sinister told me that I was dismissed for the rest of the day. “Get the fuck in the car," he warned and my blood went cold. As soon as we were seated in his car, he started the engine and sped off. We drove to the mansion in uncomfortable silence.The instant we got home, and I stepped through the door, I felt a painful blow to the back of my head. I tumbled to the floor. A wave of white, hot pain took over my head. I was faced down, so he flipped me around. The next thing I know, his fists were coming at me in flashes. “Please, stop it!” I cried out in anguish. I kicked and I screamed.He got up and grabbed a pair of scissors from a drawer. I tried to get up, but my vision was blurred. I dragged my body towards the foot of the stairs. I then felt his hands pulling on my hair. “This is what you get for being a slut.” I heard the snippets of the scissors and just like that, my beautiful natural curls were gone. He cut it all off. “I hate you," he shouted, and then he beat on me again.Maxwell came running in, along with Peter, the stable boy. The two men pulled the devil off me. Glenda, the head maid, appeared at my side. “Miss Pebbles, are you OK?”I tried to get up, but the pain was unbearable. Streams of blood squirted from my mouth. “Something is wrong," I gurgled out.Sinister was still trying to shake off the two men's hold. Glenda tried to move me, but my wails stopped her. “What's wrong?”“It's my neck. It hurts when I move it.”“Someone, call an ambulance!" Glenda cried.Five minutes later, the ambulance arrived. I was deposited on a stretcher and taken to the hospital. I was treated, and they placed my neck in a cervical cast because it was fractured. I just wanted to die. I felt lonely and cold. I just wish my grandmother was there with me.“What happened, Miss Hemington?” Doctor Bailey asked me and I wiped away my tears. I looked up to see the short handsome fellow. He was a new doctor, and he did not know how things were maintained around here. His blue eyes seemed genuinely concerned.“I fell down the stairs.” I simply said. And he looked at me with a worried expression.“OK, if you say so. But as your physician, I will have to report certain matters to the police if I think you are being abused. I see the old and fresh bruises and I read from your medical file that both your arms and a leg were broken twice in the past two years, and your answer is always the same, that you fell down the stairs.”Sinister entered the room. “What are you insinuating, doc?” My body tensed, and I went into a panicked state. Doctor Bailey instantly saw what was happening.“And who are you?”“I am her grandfather.” Sinister hissed and smacked his lips like the word grandfather burnt his throat.“Oh well then, I will make my report in the morning. I think she is being physically abused.”“Is that so? Doc, can I speak to you outside?”“Sure.” The doctor answered and Sinister grinned as they both left the room. Immediately the yelling began. I could hear Sinister threatening the young doctor, but Dr. Bailey was not backing down. The doc came back inside, and he begged me to inform him who was abusing me, but it scared me to tell him. After a long pause, he said, “It's him, isn't it?”Baffled by his accuracy, I swallowed hard. “Just leave me. I want to sleep.”I heard his loud sigh, “OK, but Pebbles, you understand that it is my job to report my suspicions to the proper authorities?” He waited for my response, but again, I said nothing. “OK, I'll be back to check on you later. Rest now, child.”I heard his light footsteps fading as he exited the room. I shifted on the bed and my muscles felt sore and my body ached. I didn't know how much more I could endure. I had to get away from him. I had to find a way to escape from the devil. If not, I would join my parents in the afterlife sooner rather than later.But how – how do I get away from him? I thought long and hard. I had no money and no other relatives that could help me. How?Then it hit me, College. “That's it, college. That's my only option." I whispered. “But will I survive the next four years living with the devil?"Maxwell wrapped an arm around his sister's shoulder and walked her outside to the waiting area of the Boston airport. The summer breeze gifted them a warm welcome. Maxwell peered down to look at Glenda's face and, for the first time in a long while, she was wearing a genuine smile.Maxwell was 45 years old, he lost his parents in a car crash when he was 10. Glenda being older by 16 years, took care of him like he was her own. Even after she wed and had children, she still treated him like a son instead of her brother. Glenda's son, Adam, is 33, married, and served in the US military while her daughter, April, is 28 and lives in Greece with her spouse. It had been Glenda and him for the last 8 years since her husband died when she was 30. Now 61, she deserved a break from hardship and stress. He was just happy that Bradley gave them such a great opportunity. Maxwell intended to get a second job while still working for the Dicksons so that he could buy a house for his sister and himself
TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF SUICIDE AND CUTTING IN THIS CHAPTER, ALSO SOME OFFENSIVE HOMOSEXUAL TERMS THAT MIGHT BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME. ***********“Where the fuck is everyone?” Sinister yelled as he searched the mansion for his staff. “I need to know who let that fucker into my house.”“Uncle Sinister, what is going on?” Blaine ran up to the heated old man. He was on his way out when he heard Sinister's uproar. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Sinister asked as he inspected the blue-eyed man with disdain. “I told you I never wanted to see your faggot face again.”Sinister was not only a racist, but he was a bigot, homophobe, sexist, and the list goes on. A few weeks ago, 38-year-old Blaine, Sinister's nephew, came out to his family as being gay. He took home his fiancé, Keith, whom he had been seeing for the past year. Sinister chased them out of his house like they were filth. As for Blaine's twin sister, Blair, she always knew her brother preferred men, and that he was only w
PEBBLES' POV AUGUST 30ETH 2009It had been a long night. I woke up snuggled in Ace's arms. We made love four times last night. With the pulsating feeling between my legs, I now realized that I should have rethought the last two times. I snickered to myself. I tried to untangle myself from his heavy limbs, but I failed miserably. “Morning, beautiful," Ace said groggily while he peeped from one eye. “Are you trying to ditch me after sleeping with me?” He chuckled.“Yes, you caught me." I rolled my eyes.“I'm afraid I can't let you leave me.” He tightened his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest. “At least not until you kiss me.” I tugged the cover over my lips. “I will kiss you when I've brushed my teeth," I told him. My mouth tasted sour, and I was not about to poison Ace with my morning breath.“Pebbles — I'm sure your breath is not that awful.” He tickled me.Of course, he would say that. His breath wasn't that bad — in fact, his mouth had no smell other than of a
PEBBLES' POVThe blue sleeveless shirt he wore had a map of perspiration down the middle. His skin was as wet as if he just pulled himself from a pool. He flexed his muscles, and I gulped. The hot weather was aiding in igniting our passions, sending our internal blaze for each other into overdrive. The way Ace was undressing me with his eyes, made me feel like a woman, and he hadn't even touched me as yet. I spun around and faced the wall. The heat was too much.“Are you OK?” He asked concerned. “Yes. It's just when you look at me like that -” I breathed out. “I feel like I'm going to spontaneously combust.”He growled. I heard his feet scraping against the floor as he rushed up behind me. He leant in, his breath tickling my ear, sending heat waves down my neck then spanning out all over my body. His hands snaked around and cupped my breasts. My head tilted into him. “I want you Pebbles - Fuck it, I crave you,” he snarled, then he took my earlobe between his teeth.“Oh Jesus,” I sig
PEBBLES' POVIt was late afternoon, Ace texted me letting me know he was on his way home. I just had my third shower for the day. I knew summers were expected to be hot, but today the sun was at full blast, I prayed many times, beseeching God to turn it down a notch. Earlier, I heard on the radio that this summer has been the hottest one recorded in Massachusetts since the 1950s.I was dripping in sweat from head to toe. My skin was glistening and my nape damp. I took a few ice-cubes from the freezer and added them to my glass of water. This heat made it difficult to breathe, I sighed as I hoisted the water to my mouth and quaffed it down in one go.I heard the rumble of an engine and then tires screeching in the driveway. I proceeded to the window and peeped outside. Ace was home.I observed as he exited the car. I could detect the salty droplets trickling down Ace's face like gentle summer rain. The pellets of sweat rippled onto the concrete pavement as he conducted his way to the f
PEBBLES' POVAUGUST 28TH, 2009Today had been a complete and utter disaster.I woke up noticing a note from Ace, laden with beautiful testimonies of his love for me and pinnacle with detailed naughty things he wished to do to me.There was also a box at my door which contained the most elegant peach dress, with bedazzling rhinestones I'd ever seen. He then served me breakfast and informed me he made reservations for two at the most romantic and expensive restaurant in town.He hired a beautician to help me get fixed for the night. I received the royal treatment; the body massage, facial, manicure, pedicure, hair, makeup, and I got waxed in all the right places. I had finally decided on taking the next step with Ace.I was ready and waiting by 6 pm. I waited for three freaking hours, but he never showed up. No calls, texts, no nothing. I tried his phone over a dozen times, but it was off. I knew he went to the mansion to visit his son, but what could have happened for him to forget our