The Uncle

Aria POV

I immediately looked away from him and fighting the weak tears at the corner of my eye.

I saw him remove his boxers, and then he climbed on the bed naked. I trembled because couldn’t stop myself no matter how had I tried. His hand touched my waist then slid up slowly, the touch was light but I jerked away. “Don’t touch me.”

His eyes were hard and cold as he looked down at me.

“You know I can’t because I won’t give your family any cause to take The blacktop as weak family.” It wasn’t said in a cruel way and he only stated facts.

“I know,” I whispered. “Just don’t touch me, just do what you want quickly.”

If there was any leading up to what was to come, I wouldn’t be able to contain my terror.

“If I don’t prepare you, it will be very painful.” He sounded like he didn’t care either way. “It would be better if we got you to relax.”

That wasn’t going to happen. “Just do it,” I said, the pain was okay and I could deal with it.

He regarded me for a couple of moments more then he pulled back his hand from my ribcage and sat up.

His fingers hooked under the hem of my panties, and he slid them down, a low whimper wedged itself in my throat.

He moved one knee between my legs, parting them and his gray eyes on me the entire time. He was moving slowly then I wished he wouldn’t and he would stop looking at me.

Panic began to claw its way out of my chest but I tried to force it back as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block what was happening.

When he knelt between my legs completely, I seized up with complete terror. “If you don’t relax, you will tear.”

My eyes shot open, and a few tears slid out. He supported himself on one arm, hovering over me. No way, I'm going to survive this night without opening to the darkness sitting at a corner in my heart.

“Try to relax.” He was so simple about it and his gaze followed the trail my tears left on my cheeks and throat.

They didn’t affect him and I also tried to loosen up but it was completely impossible because even my muscles were gripped with fear. He gave a small shake of his head, almost disapproving. “This isn’t working,” he said.

“I will have to use a lot of force to get past your tensed up muscles and all the way into you.”

I could taste the bitterness of bile in my throat as memories from long ago slipped through my mind and something in me just … broke.

Something dark, scared and deeply buried. There was no way for me to hold it in.

A bone-shattering sob ripped from my throat, and it hurt because of the memories that it brought up.

I pressed my palms against my face hard then curled my hands to fists and pressed my knuckles against my closed eyes, wanting the memories out of my head, I tried to claw them out like I’d clawed at my uncle many years ago, but just like in the past, there was no escaping.

I suddenly couldn’t breathe and I wanted to die because I needed the hurt gone and only death would give me the peace I wanted.

I didn’t want to live through that horror again, and I didn’t want new nightmares.

Soon strong hands curled around my wrists pulling it and I resisted, struggling but they were relentless and kept pulling until my hands came away from my face.

My eyes snapped open, my vision blurry with tears and through the fog, two gray eyes slowly came into focus and then they were all I saw.

Just what I needed. It was a cool flood against this terror-filled inferno. I stared into his eyes for a long time and he let me, until I brought the first breath of oxygen into my lungs. I could breathe again and the face of my husband came into focus, his narrowed eyes.

Lowering my gaze to his chin, I tugged at his hold on my wrists and he released me, I placed my hands into my lap.

He was also completely naked, kneeling across from me. He must have pulled me into a sitting position some time during my panic attack.

This was it, he knew something was utterly wrong with me..I pulled my legs against my chest, swallowing.

I wished he’d kill me now, I’d often wished for death after my uncle had broken me.

“What happened to you?” His voice was emotionless. I considered lying, but I had lied for too long and I had a feeling he knew.

I began shaking again and he put a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t flinch this time. “Someone forced himself on you?”

The word made me feel small, dirty and worthless but I gave a nod. “Your father?”

I shook my head, he was already dead by then and he would have never done that.

He hit me and screamed at me but he never touched me like that maybe he would have later on if he didn't die.

“Someone from your extended family, then because girls like you are protected, so It must have been someone you were related to.”

I nodded.

“Who was it?” he asked firmly. “Your uncle who raised you?”

I licked my lips. “My other uncle.”

“For how long?”

I lifted five fingers..“Five years?”

I shook my head. “Five times?”

“I dream about it every night,” I choked out and that admittance felt good. I was doomed anyway and I had sealed my fate.

A sinister smile played across his face. “ I will find the man who did this to you and make him feel the same fear felt those night and when he thinks I'm done, I’ll grant him death.”

My breath caught in my throat as I stared because I could do nothing else.

He was calm about it but his gray eyes were now dark and dangerous not directed at me and I didn’t dare hope that this could really be the truth. “And what will you do to me? I’m not what was promised, I’m not a virgin.”