by Sandra Raine
For a moment there Dominic left me feeling unduly speechless as this vivid thought of my coming home from school one afternoon to find my entire family chopped up into little pieces with Bree tucked naked beneath his arms, and bleeding profusely between her legs. Suddenly I couldn't breathe.
"I can't hear you, Jane?" Dominic retorted through an upturned an ear. I could have sworn he had said something else but I was too lost in my horror to grasp what he said. So I took a deep, deep unsettling breath and closed my eyes hard.
"Yes, Dominic." I muttered.
"Yes Dominic - what?"
A giant flash of my family's remains suddenly projected in my head. "That you will kill me and my family if I try to rebel."
Dominic grinned. "Good girl." He then praised running a tender finger across my damaged face. That finger then settled beneath my chin where it gently rose to face Dominic point blank. "I think referring to me as "Daddy" seems pretty fair. Wouldn't you agree?"
Jesus Christ! my mind screamed as I bit down hard on my lower lip to suck back Dominic's humiliation.
Back at my home the humiliation was no different.
"What happened to your hands, Jane?!" My mother's livid voice took me by complete surprise. I mean, I had never heard her sound so angry with me that her verbal outburst literally left me puzzled.
"I. . .uh. . .um-"
"Oh, come on, Jane!" She snapped, and I flinched. It was her turn to stare at me puzzled. As with my father, I had to secretly remind myself that I wasn't in the company of Dominic nor the cousins, it was my mother, and I was allowed to have a fucking opinion.
"I got into a fight after school. There!" I snapped back. "Are you happy now?"
My mother opened her mouth to say something in protest to my outburst but nothing escaped her tongue. Instead, she scrunched her forehead and changed her tune.
"I'm sorry, sweetie, for snapping at you. I didn't know." I ignored my mother and snatched up my backpack from off the butcher's block. "Don't you even want to talk about it?"
"No," I grumbled, and stomped up the kitchen's stairs.
I had homework but I didn't feel like doing it. I had a TV but I didn't feel like watching it. I had a computer but I didn't feel like browsing. I had three different iPOD's but I didn't feel like listening to any music. I had a car but I didn't feel like going for a drive. In fact, I didn't feel like doing anything at all expect surrendering beneath the covers on my bed, taking a bottle of sleeping pills, and never waking up.
There was a gentle knock at my bedroom door an hour later.
"Are you alright, Jane?" Bree asked concerned before she took it upon herself to walk into my bedroom uninvited. Unfortunately for Bree, and 'cause I was so enraged with Dominic, Toni, my mother, my situation, I took my frustrations out on her by jumping out of my bed and escorting her out of my room then slamming the door in her innocent face.
For the second night in a row I didn't feel like eating dinner. So I fended tiredness and headed upstairs to the only sanctuary giving me comfort for the moment: my bed.
At around eight I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the shower for a quick rinse. Then I rummaged through my closet for a decent dress which I didn't own except for the pink dress I bought for that stupid frat party - it was now collecting mold at the bottom of my overnight bag. I slammed my closet doors and cursed and realized I would have to go digging into my mother's closet.
I crept out of my bedroom and into my parent's room and straight into their spacious walk-in closet. I gravitated to my mother's side of the closet and rummaged through her grand selection of dresses which could have very easily made Saks Fifth Avenue weep, and browsed and browsed until I came across a plain black strapless dress which almost resembled the dress Tanya had worn to the frat party. I studied the dress for a moment before deciding that this would be the one.
Back in my bedroom I quickly slipped into the dress then into another pair of silver strappy heels that Tanya had bought me when I lost one of the heels at the frat party, tousled my hair a bit, and lastly applied some mascara and red lip gloss. I retrieved my "work" cell from inside my purse and waited for Dominic, or in this case, "Daddy" to call.
In the darkness I glanced at my bedside clock and again it was exactly past nine. I decide to play safety by sitting there for the next ten minutes to await Dominic's call which, and to my already rattled nerves, came in a minute later.
I picked up on the first ring.
"Yes?" My voice shook, my hands trembled, my insides churned.
We're waiting.
"Yes, Daddy."
Dominic hung up. And again I left through my bedroom window.
Chapter 12
I felt like a hooker walking down my neighborhood. But luckily for me it was dark and there were plenty of trees to mask my appearance.
Dominic showed up in his Hummer again. And again he was alone. And as before I kept my gaze to the serenity of the soft lighted street once I settled myself uncomfortably in the front seat.
From the corner of my eye Dominic is staring at me instead of through me. My choice of clothing must've struck a complimental chord with him.
"Better." he said. An intense silence suddenly settled in between Dominic and me which stumped me for a moment until I had come to the conclusion that maybe the silence was in tribute to Dominic's plans with me for tonight. Then the silence just seemed to intensify along with my fear for what lied ahead. For a moment there I had prayed to God that Dominic would repeat last night's excursion but he instead, much to my disappointment, threw the gear into drive and made a quick-turn-about in the opposite direction of my neighborhood.
Once we hit the main street, Dominic made a right hand turn and headed south for about a mile. The Hummer eventually slowed then pulled into a neighboring street I was having difficulty recognizing 'cause I could have sworn it was his neighborhood. Dominic then proceeded to drive slow for the next few minutes as if he were prolonging something inevitable. And it scared me to think that something so horrific could actually unnerve him. So instead of panicking I kept my calm and kept focus toward the end of the night.
Dominic made a left hand turn onto the Flagstone paved driveway to his house and parked his Hummer behind a Mercedes Benz with the marquee license plate reading "cousin1" - my heart began to beat fast. He then cut the engine and slid out of the driver's seat and slammed the door. For a second there I was stumped in my seat 'cause I was unsure of what to do? I mean, I didn't know if I was supposed to wait for Dominic to give me the okay to step off his Hummer, or if I was to just sit here and wait for him to open the door for me? And my thinking didn't get very far 'cause my door suddenly opened with Dominic taking firm hold of my arm, almost yanking me out of my seat.
"To the back," he said after he closed the front door behind us. He placed a firm hand against my back and guided me toward the back end of the house where the Ray's game room sat. I held my breath the minute my ears caught the sound of male laughter. I then choked back my fear when my senses scented the bittersweet stench of cigar smoke and pool balls banging against one another.
Dominic reached out to one of the two double doors and pushed it open and pushed me forward where I found Justin and Josh shooting pool. They immediately stopped playing once they saw us walk in. Justin glared at me with minimal interest while Josh casually stood up from the table to give Dominic and me his undivided attention. I could literally feel Josh's eyes already undressing me and his hands probing me which totally unnerved me.
"We thought you two must've gotten lost," Justin chastised. He then turned back to the table and shot one of the pool balls into a side pocket. I wasn't sure if he was complaining to Dominic, or scolding him 'cause Dominic said nothing in his defense. Instead, he stepped around me and headed toward the bar and grabbed a couple of wine coolers from the cooler, opening one then the other.
Dominic crossed back to me and attempted to hand me a cooler but Justin intervened, nabbing my hand and yanking me toward
a davenport sitting on the other side of the game room. He then forced me down and abruptly hiked up my mother's dress over my hips, stripped off my panties and pried my legs apart. He probed around my vagina with two of his fingers for a minute before sticking them straight into my hole. My body tensed and I quickly bit back the unbearable pain 'cause I wasn't used to that kind of sex play. As Justin continued to probe me with one hand his other hand was busy fumbling with the button on his jeans. Once he got them unbuttoned, he then pulled back his fingers and shoved himself inside of me forcing me to yelp.
Somewhere in the game room a radio kicked on and the volume turned up. I tried to keep my eyes focused to the ceiling above me while Justin did his business but he made that impossible 'cause his shoulders were brawny and blocking my view.
After a couple of minutes, Justin stopped thrusting himself inside of me, pulled out his dick and flipped me over on my stomach. He positioned me on my knees and pressed my head against the seat cushion and continued to fuck me from behind for the next few minutes. Justin's thrusts were rough, brutal, rhythming. And while he defiled me in such a demeaning manner I couldn't help but to feel utterly humiliated 'cause I knew Dominic and Josh were watching. And I dared not look in their direction. Instead I kept my head against the seat cushion, biting my lip, choking back my tears, and waiting anxiously for Justin to finish. And when he does, he gives my vagina one last hard thrust accompanied by a slight groan. He immediately pulled out and ejaculated over my back.
"Good girl!" Justin praised, slapping my ass if I were his pet. He then jumped to his feet leaving my body slumped over the davenport, raped and soaked in his filth. A few tears escaped my eyes as I slowly picked myself up off my knees. There was a box of tissues sitting on an end table just off to my right. My hand trembled as I reached for the box. I wiped myself as best as I could before settling my mother's dress back down over my hips.
Dominic finally handed me my cooler. I eagerly took it and gulped it down. I assumed I was trying to get myself drunk, to rid the pain, and not the one now burning between my legs but the pain of having to look into Dominic's eyes who I believed saw a whore and nothing more and that alone was even more painful. The wine cooler tasted sweet like Kool-Aid and I realized it was going to take at least a dozen or so just to get me drunk.
Dominic placed a hand against my back and lead me toward the bar. He sat on one of the oversized bar stools and pulled me close to him with my back pressed up against his pelvis. He casually wrapped one arm around my waist like I was his girlfriend while his other arm hung loose to drink and smoke. Dominic leaned into my ear and ran his tongue against it, occasionally kissing and blowing around my lobe while his free hand rode up beneath my mother's dress.
I honestly did not know what to make of Dominic's kissing and feeling on me as his behavior left me confused 'cause the manner in which he did these things to me in reminded me of a guy being sensual with a girl and not necessarily a pimp with a whore. I mean, I knew Dominic wanted me to refer to him as "Daddy," and I was still having a hard time trying to comprehend that term. Did it mean that I was only able to respond to him sexually and no one else? Did it mean he was the one I would totally depend on? Did it mean I was his and no one else's although he shared me with others?
Josh unexpectedly stepped up to me and offered me another cooler. And without thinking I took it. Then realizing what I had done caused me some concern 'cause I wasn't sure if I was allowed to take anything from him without Dominic's consent?
"It's fine," Josh casually retorted after sensing my hesitation to drink the cooler. I wanted so badly to glance over my shoulder and read Dominic's expression toward Josh's hospitality but he was busy with his cell. Josh, who partially resembled Dominic but only a few inches shorter and less muscular, stepped into mine and Dominic's space and pressed his body against mine. Then I tensed up when I felt his erection drilling into my thigh. And somewhere between Dominic's distraction with his cell and Josh's sexual advances on my thigh, my mother's dress slid up over my body and landed on the floor.
"Drink," Dominic whispered into my ear causing my skin to prick. I could feel his fingers unclasping my bra; I wasted no time downing the rest of the cooler in tears.
I felt drunk as I was being led back to the davenport by both Dominic and Josh. Immediately I was entwined between the two. And it was right about that time had I wished for a dozen wine coolers so that I could pass out and let them do whatever they wanted to do with me but, and unfortunately, I was to endure the disgrace sober.
I thought about some far off magical place where my soul ran free and unharmed while my body waited for the demons to finish abusing my flesh so that I could return back to reality.
Josh was the first to step away from me leaving me to assume that the ordeal was just about over now meaning with Dominic but he only stepped aside to allow Justin to have his turn once again. And while Dominic and Josh both handled me with minimal force it was Justin who felt compelled to have the roughest sex with me. I mean, I didn't understand why he had to be so brutal? I mean, if I was already his, theirs, and they knowing I wouldn't dare put up a fight against want they wanted left me with the question of why Justin would even want to instigate a fight? I mean, did my potential for unwillingness to engage (if I dared) spark a certain fantasy in him?
I was overcome with relief when Dominic handed me my mother's dress and told me that that was it for the night. Elated, but without showing it, I slowly rose from the davenport and slipped back into the dress.
It was after midnight when Dominic parked his Hummer a block down from my house. He cut the engine and for a moment he just sat there staring over the steering wheel and what he thought about I didn't want to know.
"It's late," he finally said stealing a glance at the dash's clock. I nodded. "We'll be by to pick you up for school tomorrow. Be ready." Again I nodded. Dominic leaned across my lap and opened the door for me. I got off. But just as I was in the midst of closing the door behind me, he malevolently reminded, "Goodnight what?"
For a split second I froze. I mean, I had honestly forgotten my place with Dominic. But then again, how could I forget that name?
"Um. . .yes. Goodnight, Daddy."
Dominic nodded his appreciation, and I closed the door gently. I then hurried up the street to avoid Dominic possibly changing his mind and summoning me back. Just a yard shy from my house I stopped walking and turned around. In the darkness I watched as Dominic's Hummer made a turn-a-bout and drove off. Once the Hummer cleared my sight, I sighed out and thanked God for a not so traumatic night.
Chapter 13
The next few nights were a blessing for me 'cause God must've heard my prayers 'cause Dominic didn't call during those few nights and I was glad 'cause for one, I had started my period. And two, my period hadn't ended, and it's been about five days now, and I was starting to worry.
I wanted to bring the issue up with my mother but I couldn't. I even considered confiding in Tanya but I knew she wasn't going to be of any sympathy or concern let alone, help. My last resort was Dominic but then I figured what would he know about girl troubles? So in the end I ended up consorting with our school's nurse, Ms. Adele Walker who used to work at an all-women's clinic some odd years ago up north.
Ms. Walker, in her petite and proper form sporting Mickey Mouse scrubs and bright white nursing shoes, sighted stress and told me I needed to relax, to get plenty of rest, and keep from strenuous exercises all which were, and unfortunately, impossible considering my dilemma. And while I yearned to take Ms. Walker's advice to heart I couldn't, not with Dominic, or the cousins in the way.
I thanked Ms. Walker anyway for her advice and I went back to class.
I had crossed Toni's path a few times since our fight. And her once pretty face was still masked with bruises and cuts. I even managed to split her lip the way the guy at that frat party had split mine, and it felt good to see someone else's humiliation. Toni doesn't say anything nor does she look in my direc
tion whenever we pass one another.
For a moment there I had become pretty popular with the "in-crowd" and ended up making new friends with those I wouldn't have normally been given the opportunity to be friends with. Girls who I thought were snobs actually longed to be my friends. And those egotistical Jocks who would have never considered going out with me seemed to yearn asking me out on dates. But with Dominic constantly by my side they were forced to back-off.
A few times Dominic had taken me by surprise by either holding my hand or kissing me on my lips whenever he escorted me to a particular class. And as I longed to be flattered by Dominic's public display of affection, I couldn't. Maybe it was because I knew that his affection was just a façade. But I have to admit that there was a time, or two when I did make an attempt to convince myself otherwise - that Dominic's affection was more of a morale booster, or a confidence enhancer since I tended to have lost both after he stole me from myself.
Tanya and I became shopping buddies as well, but I wasn't much of a buddy considering I refused to acknowledge her very existence nor the fact that she bought my entire "whoredrobe," or in laymen's term, wardrobe. To me Tanya was just Dominic's female version of a bodyguard, and my "bestfrenemie," and nothing more. And even though she tried to make idle chit chat as if my very person was important to her I refused to extend her the same. Tanya did the majority of talking in our fictional friendship while I did the majority of listening with 99.9% of her conversation going in one ear and out the other.
Back at home however, my attitude with my family had dramatically changed particularly with Bree who I made a point to hang out with as much as I could with either watching movies; playing Barbie's and dress up; swimming in our heated pool, or riding our bikes. . .anything to keep my mind off Dominic and his cousins.
