Her Secret Addiction

Prologue"Lou! Lou." The familiar voice keeps echoing in his head. He is drenched in sweat, jerking wildly on the bed, trying hard not to go to where his subconsciousness is leading him to. But like always...he failed. LuCaSNo! I don't want to experience this tonight. Just for this night let me have a restful sleep. My pleas fall on deaf ears as usual and I see my eight-year-old self in that familiar car filled with the aroma of mom's pasta which my sister, Lauren is eating. But instead of laughing with her, trying to steal some from her like that day, I'm yelling at dad to stop the car. Begging desperately not to go through this torture again. It's coming, I can feel it but I'm trapped in my seat. I can see the flashlight, it's blinding, and the loud horn of the truck, it's terrifying. No! No!...I jerk awake with a gasp, my heart pounding in my chest. I scan my surrounding in panic, only relaxing when it clicked that I'm in my room. And like always, I remember everything vividly.

Chapter TwoNaTHaLieMy eyes widen in fear and my heart thumps widely in my chest as I watch the scene unfolding before me. Who are these people and what do they want from me? These are the questions that run through my mind with no answer. The guy with knife walks to a car parked a few feet away and settles in the driver's seat while the guy covering my mouth removes his hand after shooting a warning glare my way. I watch in trepidation as he ties my hands together in front of me and puts a gag in my mouth. Unfortunately, I couldn't fool them with my little disguise but I'm somehow glad Betsy isn't dragged into this. I yelp as my hair is being yanked roughly and I am being hauled to the car. I'm quite aware that once I'm taken into that car, my chance of escaping will be slim so without hesitation, I stomp my heel into the feet of the guy dragging me, pushing him away with all my strength. I hear him let out string of curses while groaning in pain as I break into a sprint. I tried ru

Chapter FourNaTHaLieWrapping my blanket around me tighter, I toss in my bed for the umpteenth time. There is no use trying, I don't think I can sleep with so much on my mind. I need to clear my head and there is only one way to do that. I walk out of my room, making my way to a room across the hallway, it is a small studio I designed with some help from Betsy. I have something like this back at home and I like to spend a lot of time there especially when there is a lot on my mind. In a way, this small studio comforts me. Inside the studio are some blank canvas, paints, drawing books, easels, brushes, charcoals, and some of my old paintings. After placing a blank canvas on an easel, I grab a brush and some paint letting my subconscious take over. Before I know it, my mind drifts to Ethan and his betrayal. It hurts to think that Ethan was not interested in me in the first place, he just couldn't accept the fact that he's gay. My brush falls to the ground with a soft thud and I bite

Chapter SixNaTHaLieImmediately after we came back from the cafe, I locked myself in my studio and spent hours releasing all my anger, hurt, and hatred into my paintings. I painted till my wrist starts to hurt from flicking it back and forth for too long and my legs start to ache from standing for too long. Seeing Ethan—especially with Justin—unleashed all the emotions I have been bottling inside me. I still find it hard to wrap my head around the fact that Ethan has been cheating on me, not only cheating on me but also lying to me about his sexuality. Ethan wasn't attracted to me the way a straight man should so I was never the cause of a single arousal he had during our times together. I can't help but feel disgusted whenever I think about all the intimate moments we had together. It makes me wonder what he had to picture in his head just to orgasm during sex with me. I bite my lips hard to hold back my tears. I am not wasting a single tear on that son of a b—tch. The house is quie

Chapter Eight NaTHaLie🌹🌹🌹My head pounds so painfully, it feels like it's about to fall off as I bolt out of the bed to the adjoining bathroom. Kneeling by the bidet, I grab the bowl like my whole existence depends on it as I start emptying everything in my stomach. After a while, I return to my room swearing never to go near alcohol again. I lay on the bed with a grimace my wandering eyes suddenly landing on a bottle of water and some pills on the bedside table which I quickly grab at the speed of lightening. Mentally thanking whosoever left it there, I swallow the pills, flushing it down with the water. •••"Lou! Put me down!" I yell but he refused instead making his way to a dark corridor. I think he is kidnapping me. "Help! Help!" I start yelling at the top of my voice. "Hel..." I gasp in mortification when a spank suddenly lands on my ass."I would shut that pretty mouth if I were you."•••My eyes widen in shock and I choke on my water in my mouth. Before I know it, I'm co