Re: Erotic novel - Sugar Lips - Chapter 15
Posted: 03 Jan 2016 09:40
Chapter 15
I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock. I have a major headache and reach over feeling all the pain and soreness from the night before and shut it off. I look at the time and it's 7:00am. I slowly sit up wincing at the pain all over my body trying to access all the major injured area's.
My stomach, my ribs, and face needed extra care today everything else I would have to bare through. So I slowly swing my legs off the bed and stand up. I walk to my door and pause. I slowly turn the knob and slightly pull the door open. I poke my head through the door and freeze.
I see Jonathan walking down the stairs and he pauses and looks up at me. I look at him waiting for him to say some crude thing or make me come down there so he can rape me or something to that affect. He opens his mouth to say something then stops and closes it then turns around walks down the rest of the stairs then out the door.
I stand at my door totally taken by surprise. My brother has rarely if at all let me slip by him without hitting me, cursing me, or using my body for his pleasure. I quickly walk to the bathroom still thinking about Jonathan and what on earth was going on with him.
I walk in the bathroom and look in the mirror and see that thankfully the bruises on my face have faded enough for make-up to cover it. I slowly peel off my clothes and see the black and blue thing i call my. Most of my body is either, black, blue, yellow, or a light brown.
I look away and get into the shower a quickly shower being careful of all my bruises and step out careful to avoid the mirror. I look down at the floor and curse "Damn it." I was such in a rush to see my bruises I forgot to bring my clothes into the bathroom. I put on a towel silently wish for my father to still be sleeping.
I open the door and nearly jump out of my skin. I have no such luck that he is sleeping. He is standing right at my door fully dressed in his police uniform. Gun and all. I instinctively look at the gun which his hand is placed over. "Calm down you stupid bitch I'm not going to shoot you I don't want the blood on me."
He Sneers and before I can react snatches me out of the bathroom. I yelp clutching my towel for dear life. He takes his gun out of its holster and takes the safety off and presses it to my temple. I begin to cry insistently trying not to scream because i know that would only make him pull the trigger.
"I just came to give you a warning if you talk to that boy again I won't give a fuck about the blood next time." I'm so scared I actually urinate on myself. He shoves me to the ground right into my own pee and spits on me "You filthy stupid fucking bitch clean your piss up." Then he turns and walks down the stairs and out the door.
I use my towel to wipe off the spit and and move completely on autopilot re-cleaning myself and cleaning up my urine off the floor. The whole time thinking he could have shot me. He could have blown my brains everywhere. He has never held a gun to my head and made his threats so real.
I have never been more afraid in my life. Just because I talked to a boy once in my life after 17 years not once have I shown interest in a boy, but one boy shows interest and I almost get my head blown off. I'm in shock and denile at the whole ordeal and stupid not to have seen it coming, For not anticipating that it would happen.
Of course one day he's going to go through with all of his threats. Of course he's not going to let me go to college and live my life. I'm never going to leave this house. Never going to have a chance at a life without fear, pain, and neglect. He will kill me before he lets me be happy.
I think of the cold, metal, heavy gun held to my head and realize that my life is going nowhere. I will be nothing. No one will ever love me. I am alone in a hell on earth and I can't escape it. I hate my life and I hate myself.
Even though that was the scariest thing I have ever experience I can't help but think that maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if he would have just pulled the trigger and ended it all. Ended my hurt, my pain, and most of all my suffering.
I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock. I have a major headache and reach over feeling all the pain and soreness from the night before and shut it off. I look at the time and it's 7:00am. I slowly sit up wincing at the pain all over my body trying to access all the major injured area's.
My stomach, my ribs, and face needed extra care today everything else I would have to bare through. So I slowly swing my legs off the bed and stand up. I walk to my door and pause. I slowly turn the knob and slightly pull the door open. I poke my head through the door and freeze.
I see Jonathan walking down the stairs and he pauses and looks up at me. I look at him waiting for him to say some crude thing or make me come down there so he can rape me or something to that affect. He opens his mouth to say something then stops and closes it then turns around walks down the rest of the stairs then out the door.
I stand at my door totally taken by surprise. My brother has rarely if at all let me slip by him without hitting me, cursing me, or using my body for his pleasure. I quickly walk to the bathroom still thinking about Jonathan and what on earth was going on with him.
I walk in the bathroom and look in the mirror and see that thankfully the bruises on my face have faded enough for make-up to cover it. I slowly peel off my clothes and see the black and blue thing i call my. Most of my body is either, black, blue, yellow, or a light brown.
I look away and get into the shower a quickly shower being careful of all my bruises and step out careful to avoid the mirror. I look down at the floor and curse "Damn it." I was such in a rush to see my bruises I forgot to bring my clothes into the bathroom. I put on a towel silently wish for my father to still be sleeping.
I open the door and nearly jump out of my skin. I have no such luck that he is sleeping. He is standing right at my door fully dressed in his police uniform. Gun and all. I instinctively look at the gun which his hand is placed over. "Calm down you stupid bitch I'm not going to shoot you I don't want the blood on me."
He Sneers and before I can react snatches me out of the bathroom. I yelp clutching my towel for dear life. He takes his gun out of its holster and takes the safety off and presses it to my temple. I begin to cry insistently trying not to scream because i know that would only make him pull the trigger.
"I just came to give you a warning if you talk to that boy again I won't give a fuck about the blood next time." I'm so scared I actually urinate on myself. He shoves me to the ground right into my own pee and spits on me "You filthy stupid fucking bitch clean your piss up." Then he turns and walks down the stairs and out the door.
I use my towel to wipe off the spit and and move completely on autopilot re-cleaning myself and cleaning up my urine off the floor. The whole time thinking he could have shot me. He could have blown my brains everywhere. He has never held a gun to my head and made his threats so real.
I have never been more afraid in my life. Just because I talked to a boy once in my life after 17 years not once have I shown interest in a boy, but one boy shows interest and I almost get my head blown off. I'm in shock and denile at the whole ordeal and stupid not to have seen it coming, For not anticipating that it would happen.
Of course one day he's going to go through with all of his threats. Of course he's not going to let me go to college and live my life. I'm never going to leave this house. Never going to have a chance at a life without fear, pain, and neglect. He will kill me before he lets me be happy.
I think of the cold, metal, heavy gun held to my head and realize that my life is going nowhere. I will be nothing. No one will ever love me. I am alone in a hell on earth and I can't escape it. I hate my life and I hate myself.
Even though that was the scariest thing I have ever experience I can't help but think that maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if he would have just pulled the trigger and ended it all. Ended my hurt, my pain, and most of all my suffering.