“What the fuck?!”
“Get your hands off her!”
“What is this?!”
I jolt up once I hear the denounced snarls, I gasp at how painful my heart thundered in my chest, my hands move quickly to cover my bare breasts, the previous haziness I was feeling a second earlier is nowhere to be found!
It is all gone, the boldness, the heat, the lust, the tipsiness, the sexiness, all of it is gone and instead, a horrible mixture of fear, exposure, shame, and embarrassment fills me up!
The ride is awkwardly silent, I don’t even know where we are heading, Maisie is driving, Emma is sitting next to her on the passenger’s seat while I am sitting in the back, I guess they have decided to give me some time to calm down before facing me, it is already night, and the car is dark as well as being silent.The perfect atmosphere for me to contemplate the things I have done, the things I have learned, and the things I am going to tell my friends.I feel dizzy and nauseous, but mostly disgusted with myself and the way I have acted, our sinful, lustful deeds, which felt so good and satisfying before, taste like bile now, one that is not only bitter but heavy!
“I am not talking about your case, Natalia!” Emma breathes out, frustrated, and I see she is thinking her words over, debating with herself on what and what not to say!“What then?” talk already, woman! Why is she taking so much time? Why not blurt everything out already?“First, you must promise that you are not going to tell your guy, or anyone else, any of the things I am about to tell you.” What the fuck? Does she think that I would rat my own friends out? The skeptical look on her face makes the insult tenfold but I still manage to swallow it somehow and nod.“The Williams' family main business is hospitalization and
“Was it really necessary to lie to her?!” I hear Maisie whisper, her voice hushed and laced with guilt, she sounds like she is whimpering from the inside, but why? And what do they mean by 'lie'?“It is the only way!” Emma replies, the urgency in her voice barely contained.I take careful quite steps towards the kitchen’s door and place my hand on my mouth to calm my erratic breathing, the voices are closer now, and I can hear both of them clearly without letting them see me.“You have seen it with your own eyes, Maisie! She was all into him again!” Emma spits out, and I have a pretty solid idea of what they are talking about!But again? What lie?Did the
“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