A Family Affair: An Extreme Taboo Anthology - Page 36

He fists my hair and turns my face toward him. Capturing my lips, he forces his tongue into my mouth. His other hand reaches under my body and grips my nipples tightly. The pain that my delicate body is enduring is too much, and my vision becomes skewed as darkness closes in. I give in and let my body collapse onto the table beneath me. If I go, it won't make a difference. He will do what he wants, whether I am responsive or not. Closing my eyes, I go limp beneath him, letting my body plummet into unconsciousness.

* * *

I have no idea how much time has passed when I wake up. When I do, I see my hands are free from their binds. I am sitting on the ground with my back leaning against the table leg. Uncle Jack is standing over me with his dick in his hand, and his cum is dripping down my chest. Tucking himself away, he kneels down onto his haunches and grabs my chin. He leans in and places a kiss to my lips, and I am too weak to try and stop him.

“I’ll dream of you tonight, little girl. I can’t wait to see you again,” he says as he takes one final whiff of my hair before leaving.

I sit there and sob for what feels like forever. I am weak. I don't know why I ever thought I would be able to overpower him; to fight him off. Once I am finally able to collect myself enough to move, I stand carefully. My body is lethargic from the ordeal that it's been put through. My legs are begging to give out from beneath me. I lean against the workbench to assist with my balance while I remove my work shirt, leaving me in nothing but my tank top and bra, which are still situated underneath my boobs. Using the shirt, I wipe his wretched cum from my skin and drop my shirt to the floor, next to my ripped underwear, to dispose of later. I pull my pants back into place and fasten them closed.

I'm still in a daze as I make my way over to the small bathroom in the corner of the storeroom. I wet a bunch of paper towels and use some of the soap to wipe my chest off. I want the feel of him, the smell of him, gone. I rub my skin until it's bright red and burning. When I exit the bathroom, I see my purse laying on the floor across the room. I limp over to it and pull my phone from inside. I contemplate calling my mom for a ride but decide against it. I would rather walk home than deal with her seeing me like this. I can't even handl

e the thought of going home right now.

Suddenly, Chelsea and Bash pop back into my mind. I wonder where they are? Bash lives in our grandfather's old house. A tiny, two-bedroom that he inherited when gramps passed away. Even if Chelsea isn't there, he should be around. It's only about a twenty-minute walk from here. I shouldn’t go. If she’s there, God only knows what they will be up to. My head is at war with itself for what seems like forever. In the end, I know I can't go home. My mom will start asking questions that she won't want the answers to. Questions that I don't want to answer for her anyway. Not only do I not have the words, but she is the last person who I would ever want to talk to about this. I need to be around someone that I can relate to.

Bash's house it is. I know what I might find when I get there. I need to figure out if I'm going to accept it and open myself up to them, or run from it and live life by myself, in the dark, forever.

Chapter 4

Sebastian

I still can’t get over what happened the other day at Brianna’s party. I didn’t want her to find out, but especially not like that. I’d be lying if I said that the disgusted look on her face didn’t cut us both deeply. Chelsea and I were shocked and surprised when our feelings for one another first manifested. It started with a forbidden kiss that we both agreed was wrong and should never have happened.

When I left her house, I had every intention of staying away from her. But the more days that passed the heavier my heart grew; the more pain I felt in my soul. I needed her. I craved her. I didn't want to go to her, though. I knew that she didn't feel the same, and I would never put her in a position that she didn't choose to be in or that would make her see me as she sees Uncle Jack.

A few days later, she showed up on my doorstep in tears and a fresh scar on her wrist. I knew then that she'd had the same shitty, dark days following our kiss that I did. She begged me to hold her; to touch her as he touched her; to replace her memories of him with memories of us. When our bodies collided, it was all over. We were shattered after what he did to us. As soon as we were together again, it was as if our broken souls had been pieced together with the other’s; like a patchwork quilt. There is nothing that will be able to break us ever again.

“I want to leave here. I don’t want to love you in the dark anymore. I want to go somewhere where nobody knows us and where we don’t have to hide,” Chelsea says to me, her eyes flooded with unshed tears.

I look into her eyes from my position on top of her and lean down for a kiss.

“We will, eventually. We have to make sure Brianna is okay. I don’t feel right leaving her here.”

"I know. I keep searching for something that I can say to her; I hate the way she looked at us the other day."

“It hurt, but I try to remind myself of how wrong we felt at the beginning,” I run my hand down her neck as my tongue dips out and traces her nipple. “But now, it feels so right.”

“Mmm, soooo right,” she moans as my mouth closes over her nipple and I start sucking on it as if it were the sweetest lollipop I’ve ever had.

Just as I begin my descent on her body, I hear a knock on my apartment door.

“Don’t answer it, stay here with me,” Chelsea pleads.

"Let me make sure it's not important. I don't get too many visitors."

I place a kiss to the space between her breasts before hopping off of the bed. Quickly throwing on a pair of shorts, I make my way to the front door. When I look through the peep-hole, the last person I expect to see is standing on the other side. Even through the tiny circle of glass in my door, I can see the tears streaming down her face, the red mark around her neck, and her disheveled hair. I unlock the door quickly and throw it open.

“Brianna? What happened?”

As I speak, anger boils within me. I know what happened to her. She leans against the door frame and clutches her stomach. Her legs give out, and she slowly drops to the floor. I sit beside her and pull her in close to me.

“Brianna? Oh my God…” Chelsea must have heard me from the bedroom. She stands in the living room and bites her lower lip, the way she does every time she’s scared or nervous. I pick Brianna up off of the ground and carry her over to the sofa. Chelsea sits on the other side of us and puts her arm around her.

“I’m sorry,” Brianna sobs. “I didn’t know where else to go. I couldn’t go home and let my mom see me like this.”

“Where were you?” I ask.

"At work. It was my night to close. He must have slipped in when I was in the storeroom and hid until everyone was gone. Then he attacked me when I was getting ready to leave. I tried to stop him! I tried to punch and kick him, but he was too big! He was too strong!"

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