{ Aiden }
Lily Jensen is back in my life, ten years later. I have to sit down in my bed and take a second to gather my thoughts before continuing to get dressed for the party tonight. Her welcome party. Because, apparently, she'll be staying here for good. I will admit it, I'm definitely nervous. I hated to lose her when I was eighteen but it was also a relief because Lily no longer living in my house meant I could ignore the truth: the fact that she's my step-sister. The fact that her legal name is Lilian Carrington, not Jensen. Having her back around me is going to test my morality all over again. I already failed once... will I fail again? I sigh and get up, looking at myself in the mirror while I put on my suit and then fix my hair, putting a little more thought into how I look than normally. Lily was really into me at some point in time. She would grab my face and call me handsome. She would touch all over my body as if she couldn't stop herself. What does she think about me now? "Fuck. Stop," I tell myself and I shake my head, putting in my shoes to leave before it gets too late. Before heading to the party, I make a stop to pick up my date for tonight. Allison Perth, my favorite casual hookup. She's always down for a quick fuck or a formal date and she's never annoying about either one or the fact that I don't talk to her unless I need one of those two options. "I don't know if I already told you this, but I have a step-sister. Lily. This is her welcome party,” I tell her as I’m driving. "Oh," she nods, "You never mentioned her, but I knew about her. She's Berenice’s daughter, right?" "Yep," I smile tightly. "Do you get along with her?" She asks, casually. "I haven't seen her in years. She's... I don't even know how she is anymore," I admit. All we know about Lily is how much of a party girl she became. Berenice complains about her all the time, about how Lily is pathless. She’s only into alcohol and drugs. And men. "We're here," I say, but I don't move. I need another minute. Allison is looking at me with a frown but I take a deep breath to compose myself, "Let's go." "You're late," Dean complains as soon as he sees me walking in, then his eyes move to my right, "Hi, Ally." "Hi," Allison says and greets him with a hug, "Where's your sister? I’m super curious to meet her.” "Well, she's over there, having fun," Dean mumbles and looks to the right. I follow his eyes and find Lily, sitting on the bar talking to Manuel Fraser and Jeremy O'Hara, "Berenice is shitting bricks already." "Oh, wow. THAT is your sister?" Allison asks, looking at her with wide eyes, "Holy shit. Is she a model, too?" I roll my eyes. Lily certainly looks like one. She's scary thin and has long blonde hair, a gorgeous face and the lightest blue eyes I've ever seen. Right now, her face is so skinny, her cheekbones look sharp instead of round. And she's wearing a short black dress that rides over her thighs. Manuel and Jeremy are eating her up. "No, she never passed the first audition, she was too shy," Dean says with a chuckle and looks at her again, "We used to be best friends, me and her. Remember, Aiden?" "Yep," I mutter, unable to look away. Lily is sipping on a glass of champagne and holding a cigarette with her other hand as she flirts her skinny ass off. I hate how is pissing me off, "Anyway, where's dad?" "He left with Berenice to calm her down. They're probably fucking in the bathroom," he laughs, "You should tell Lily to chill out before she fucks our investors. Even I don't do that shit." "Why would I? You do it," I say, frowning as Damon walks up to us. He just got here, too, "Hey, man." "Hey," he says, ignoring Allison and putting his eyes on Dean, "What's going on?" "Nothing," Dean says, rolling his eyes, "I'll go talk to Lily, but if she punches me in the face, I'll call the cops." "Pussy," Damon laughs, but Dean just flips him off and walks straight to Lily, "She's a hot topic tonight, huh?” I can sense Allison getting tense as she always is when Damon is around, so I let go of her hand and offer her an out. "Can you go grab me a drink, Ally? Just a whiskey on the rocks," I say, she gives me a relieved look. "Bring me one too," Damon orders without even looking at her, making her even more tense. "She's not your maid," I bark and look back at her, "Take your time, I'll go find you soon." "Okay," she says and walks away like a scared little mouse. Damon has that effect on people… especially women. "She's not your best work, brother," he says, looking at her ass as she walks away, "Seven out of ten." He has called Ally a ‘seven out of ten’ four times already, but he never remembers is the same girl. I'm almost surprised by his ability to rate girls, but I know that's his job. "Did I ask?" I say, sarcastically, "What are people saying about Lily?" "That she's a dumb slut, what else is new?" He scoffs and his lip lifts in a snarl as he looks back at Lily, sitting on the bar. This time Dean is there and it seems he scared off the men around her. Lily looks upset, "She looks horrible, doesn't she? Lost all of her ass and her tits. It's a shame, if you ask me." I frown and look at his face. "Since when do you care about her body?" I ask. Damon looks briefly uncomfortable, then he shrugs. "I'm just making an observation, it's not like we never talked about her like that," he reminds me, but his eyes on me feel way too knowing, "You liked..." "I have to go back to my date," I interrupt him, clearing my throat, "I'd tell you to do the same, but no woman would touch your psycho ass." "You'd be surprised," he says with his signature smile. I roll my eyes and push him before walking away.{ EPILOGUE } The trade off wasn’t too bad. Yes, I got stabbed…. But I also got to leave prison waaay earlier than I should've and all I have to do for the next few months is stay in the new house Aiden bought for us, with my daughter and my girlfriend. Aiden thought it would be hard for me, but he doesn't understand how content I am with that. Not doing anything except hang out with the two only two girls I love is a gift he gave me. I'm happier than I've ever been—even comparing it to how much fun I had in prison—, and even if I have to live in a house with a huge dog who takes shits the size of a human head. It's worth it, because every time he shits in my room or destroys something in the house, Lily feels so guilty she can't help but do something for me. And I love it when she gives me a guilt-ridden blowjob or a massage. The only problem is... I'm itching to do something I shouldn't do. Once upon a time, Aiden would've been on my side about this idea, but now that he's a f
{ Lily } "Aiden?" I ask, waking up with a hand creeping up my leg. I feel confused and dazed, but that hand is getting heavier, "Babe, is that you?" My room is way too dark and I'm still half-asleep, but whoever is touching my leg is not responding. "Aiden, what are you doing?" I ask again and try to move. And that's when I realize I can't. My hands are over my head and they're tied to the railing in my headboard. I gasp and start freaking out immediately, blinking fast to get rid of the last bit of slumber and see better in the dark. It's a man, that's all I can see, "Aiden, this isn't fucking funny." "Shh," he whispers. But it's not Aiden. Fear grips my throat as the stranger's hand goes up my thigh, then over my pussy. No, no, no, this isn't happening to me. "Ch-choky!" I yell. My fucking guard dog should be barking and attacking this person already, but he's not here, "Choky!" Oh, my god. He's not here. This guy did something to my dog. He snuck in here to rape me.
I wake up in a light room. I’m drowsy. Confused.Didn’t I die? Is this the afterlife or… “He's opening his eyes!" Someone says. Someone who sounds a lot like my father, "He's a boy! Healthy boy, around 180 pounds, needs a haircut and a shave real bad.” “What?" I let out, blinking. My voice sounds rough and different. Then there's hands on me, "Lily?" "Hi, baby," she says with a smile, her eyes are wet, "I missed you so much. I was really scared. I didn’t know about this plan, okay? I promise.” “Am I dead?” “No, idiot," someone says. Aiden. That fucker, "You wanted out so bad, this was the only way. The official record shows your buddy Rambo and his gang jumped you and stabbed you. The jugde allowed you to get out, you'll be on house arrest again. You’ve been here two days already.” What the fuck. “So you didn't kill me?” “I wish. But no, Lily would've never forgiven me. But you were losing it, we needed you out and this was the quickest way. And if someone was going to
{ Damon } Another day, another twenty four hours that I'm having a lot of fun but wishing I was somewhere else. Right now, I'm actually staring at a blank wall imagining Lily coming here and surprising me. I would love that so much- "Damon? Your girlfriend is on TV," Barbie—rambo's femboy—says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I instantly jump up to follow him to the TV room, running there. There's a lot of people here already, but I push them out of my way until I reach the TV. "What the hell?" I let out. "She's hot as fuck, man," someone says but I shut him up. They're talking about her in the news, but I don't get why... Until they show it again. The billboards with her fucking dead eyes and her hair barely covering her boobs, looking all hot. The fucking photoshoot from hell finally came to fruition and it's pissing me off. They show Dean's pictures too, except for him they went and showed his fucking ass. His back is dripping with jewels and he's looking to the side.
"Hey, I'm not there, that's not fair," Damon complains two days later when I finally tell him we’re not home anymore. He’s pouting like a child, “This is unfair.” And I haven’t even explained why exactly we came here. I’m sure he’ll hate to know Lily’s pictures are being plastered and there’s more people than ever harassing her. I’ll keep that to myself for a while. "God, just shut up already," Berenice growls out, making everyone freeze in shock, especially Damon. And Amy, who’s still holding the phone, "We are having fun only because you’re not here being a creep." "Holy shit," Damon lets out, with a loud laugh, "You finally found your balls?" "Watch it," Harry warns, making my brother roll his eyes. "I'm watching it," he says, "Can I finally call you Mom?" "Yeah, call me Mom so I can beat the shit out of you like your real mom did," Berenice throws out. My mouth falls open and I almost laugh out of sheer shock. That was a good one for sure, but he won’t take it well.
"Alright, Amy, we can go... but it's going to be fast. We're going to a toy store and you'll pick three dolls and we're coming back." "Okay, that sounds nice. Can Lily come with us?" she asks, eyes all excited. I shake my head and watch her excitement die. "But you know what? We can video-call your daddy and have him help you pick dolls, it's not like he has a lot to do." Amy gets excited all over again, so I get my ass moving. "Why can't I go?" Lily asks, walking up to us and looking at me like I betrayed her or something, "I haven't been out either, I really want to go to a restaurant or something, like normal people." "We're not normal people," Amy tells her, mimicking me even in my stance. My little clone is coming along perfectly, "We're different." "If you don't take me with you, I'll get Dean and we'll both go by ourselves," she says, holding my eyes. I know she will try to do that and just make everything worse, so I just agree to take the girls out and I ask fo