by Sandra Raine
There were times when I would just sit and gaze unnervingly at Bree remembering Dominic's comment about how there were men in this world who would pay top-dollar to de-virginize little girls like Bree. I mean, the thought alone made me wonder why a girl my sister's age and size would be so interesting to men in general? I mean, I was barely able to withstand Dominic and the cousin's masses so what made men think that girls like my little sister would withstand theirs? I mean, if the pain was excruciating for me and I was older and more developed then how would that same pain compare to girls like Bree? I mean, wouldn't the damage be substantial let alone traumatic? Would the abuse screw with them long term, or would they forget about it once they've grown-up?
It was Friday and Dominic's big game, so I was told. Tanya and I cheered from the sidelines while Justin and Josh cheered from the bleachers. After the game we attended a house party. Dominic made it a point to keep me close to him the entire time. And while I should have felt comforted a part of me did worry about Justin and Josh having their way with me. But that didn't happen 'cause they were too busy drinking and chatting it up with a few cheer-bitches; bitches that actually looked like they were desperate to get laid by either one just by the way they were behaving around them. Tanya eventually disappeared into the crowd leaving me and Dominic alone. And instead of talking and socializing with the crowd, we instead sat there on the sofa and watched TV.
It was just past midnight when I walked into my house to find my parents stranded in a heated conversation in the family room. I didn't mean to eavesdrop but it was impossible with all the yelling. I meant to ignore the argument and head upstairs instead but I heard a hard slap with my mother yelping which forced me to barge into the family room where I found my father in a compromising position which instantly reminded me of Dominic that first night in Tanya's bedroom where he backhanded me, then after, raised his fist leaving me to cower - it was the same exact scenario with my mother only she was cowering beneath my father.
Not leaving any room for my father to become Dominic, my maternal instinct kicked in and I rushed to my mother's side to protect her from my father but he only ended up getting so pissed with my interfering that he abruptly yanked me up by one arm and shoved me down onto the loveseat behind him. My father then turned his attention back onto my mother and continued to backhand her once more leaving me with no other alternative but to sit there and helplessly watch.
"You listen to me, CeCe," my father then raged, yanking on my mother's hair. "We're in this shit together! And we've been in this shit together since the very beginning! You're the one who brought ideas to the table, too, remember, or have you forgotten, or perhaps this fucking lifestyle suddenly made you fucking forget?" My mother said nothing in her defense which was very upsetting for me to see 'cause she just cowered there on the sofa, sobbing and nodding her head like a little girl, like Bree, like me when being scolded.
"I didn't realize I was going to feel this way, Alexander," my mother at last confessed. She then looked up at my father and stared at him through tears of agony and regret and for what. . .I had no clue. I mean, I didn't know what would cause my mother to show such troubled signs? I mean, it absolutely left me baffled.
My father eased himself from my mother saying matter-of-factly, "No one ever does, Cecelia." He sat himself down on the sofa beside her. My mother raised her head and gently placed it against my father's thigh and sobbed for the next few minutes while my father stroked the brilliance of her ash brown hair.
"What's going on?" I summoned up the courage to ask both my parents once the heat settled, but my concern only went ignored.
"How was the game, sweetheart?" My father then asked me with minimal interest. I ignored my father and stared at my mother instead. And for a split second there it was like staring at Dominic and me - it was unarguable disturbing. My mother's tears were eventually replaced with my father's temperate kisses upon her forehead while both whispered their apologies to one another. I couldn't take the scenario any longer so I got up from the sofa and headed upstairs to my bedroom feeling more nauseated than what I felt like earlier with Dominic and the cousins. I had never seen my father strike my mother and ever so callously. Nor had I ever heard my father swear. And I had never seen my mother behave so cowardly toward my father which had me questioning my own behavior with Dominic? I mean, was this some kind of trait I inherited from my mother? I mean, was her future the same future which awaited me with someone like my father 'cause I sure in the hells didn't see Dominic in my future? But most imperatively, was this what awaited Bree, too?
There's a soft knock at my bedroom door accompanied by my mother's voice. "Sweetie, can I come in?"
I bolted out of bed and swung open my bedroom door. And my vivaciousness must've caught my mother off guard 'cause she flinched with her eyes broadening comically.
"I don't feel like talking. It's late, and I'm tired." I complained.
"I just wanted to apologize for your father's behavior toward me earlier. I can be very unreasonable at times." And to my disbelief my mother actually sounded dignified with my father beating her. My jaw dropped and suddenly I was afraid. . .for her.
"But he hit you?" I reminded, mortified. My mother's expression soured, and suddenly she appeared on the defensive.
"Yes, he did. And he's sorry!" she then scolded in between a set of perfectly pursed lips forcing my expression to soften a bit.
"Mom. . .you can't be serious?" my voice just about broke.
"Good night, sweetie." My mother said kissing me brusque on the cheek before walking away. I meant to step out into the hall and continue this unorthodox conversation with her but my father suddenly appeared and what seemed like from out of nowhere. Or maybe perhaps he had been standing there beside my mother the whole entire time and I failed to noticed him. He, too, kissed me brusque on the cheek.
"Night, sweetheart." he then added with a playful wink coercing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. I slammed my bedroom door and the walls around my room quaked.
Chapter 14
My father had left town for the weekend and suddenly I felt vulnerable. I mean, it had been awhile since my father went out of town, like six months since. And while my mother and Bree seemed perfectly okay with him being gone, I wasn't. I guess it was because I had always perceived my father as a blanket of security, someone I could run to, someone I could depend on, someone I could confide in. For instance, like Dominic and his cousins forcing me into prostitution - if only I had the nerve to, and only if Dominic hadn't threatened me with pornmail and killing my family.
I kept to the sanction of my bedroom pretty much the entire morning as well as part of the afternoon. I hadn't heard from Dominic or Tanya, and since today was Saturday now finding its way into Sunday, I began to worry. I was still on my period, still cramping, and I was a nervous wreck. And I honestly didn't know how I was going to explain my dilemma to Dominic if he should decide to call me to "work"?
By seven I had worried myself so sick with my father being gone, with being vulnerable, and with "work" fast approaching that by eight o'clock I couldn't even drag myself out of bed - I felt ill to my stomach, lethargic, but most importantly, tired. And I prayed continuously to God that Dominic wouldn't call but my prayers went unanswered 'cause at exactly nine the "work" cell rang.
And rang.
And rang.
And rang.
And somewhere amidst the ringing, I dozed off. But then. . .
Either I was in a deep sleep, or my bedroom was so noisy that I didn't hear them come in 'cause within a matter of seconds I was ripped from my sleep with a firm hand depressing hard over my mouth preventing me from screaming. And the only fear that escaped my silent expression were through my eyes - they were teary wide and trembling 'cause Dominic was now on top of me looking beyond pissed!
Through the partial darkness Dominic's eyes were not only dim and fierce but they grew immensely calculating the second he showed me my "work" cell
and only then had I began to understand the nature of his visit. . .I had ignored him. And by the way he dangled that cell phone out in front of my face made me come to the startling conclusion that not only was I going to pay for not picking up on the very first ring, he was also going to make me pay.
Dominic abruptly pulled back his hand from my mouth. And when I made an attempt to explain why I didn't answer, his hand, the one still holding the cell, belts me hard across the face. My head spun right and that's when my blurred vision discovered that I wasn't entirely alone with Dominic in my room as there were two other shadows looming nearby with my senses presuming Justin and Josh all too correctly 'cause Justin appeared. My heart then quaked just like the walls all around my bedroom did when I slammed the door in the father's face.
Dominic grasped my throat hard and forced me to look at him while something warm and wet trickled down the side of my mouth - my lip had been split, again.
"Why didn't you pick up the fucking phone, Diamond?" Dominic seethed. Again I opened my mouth to answer him, and again Dominic belts me. This time my head spun left and I fell back onto the pillow. He grasps my throat again, and again he forces me to look at him.
"I can't hear you, Diamond?" he then toyed. And again I open my mouth to answer him, and again he belts me. This time I blacked out for a few seconds. And when I came to, I glimpsed stars first, then Dominic's alluring face, second. He's now staring furiously into my eyes; his teeth clench; his jaw protrudes as his heated breath scorched against my stinging flesh.
"You better tell me something, Diamond, or else I'm going to fucking kill you!"
"Dominic, please?" I pleaded behind tears of desperation. Dominic ignores me, and instead slaps my face hard again. My flesh tinged, and then I remembered. "Daddy, please?"
"Please. . .WHAT?"
"I. . .I. . ." Dominic slaps me again. "I. . .I. . ." another slap. More stars. The taste of blood. He grasps my chin and squeezes hard. I whimpered.
"I. . .WHAT?"
"I'm. . .on. . .my. . .period." I finally cried out both ashamed and humiliated just by having to confess it and none-other-than to Dominic; Dominic who then cocked his head to one side while his grasped on my chin tightened forcing me to whimper out loud.
"You're. . .on your period?" he repeated in a tone that was far beyond mockingly questionable beneath an upturned ear. And it was then I realized - much to my dismay - my excuse was all but unforgivable.
Dominic leaned back into my face. His eyes overlooking the tears streaming down both my cheeks nor the fear clinging desperately to my soul. I could feel my heart drumming loud in my ears 'cause my heart was beating rapidly against my chest. And as sure about my heart on the absolute verge of imploding I wasn't quite sure what Dominic had said next.
"Does it look like I give a shit if you're on your fucking period, Diamond?" And before I could even begin to respond to his rage, Dominic pulled back his fist and slugged me straight in the face. I think I heard my nose break right before I passed out.
I was coughing and gasping for air when I finally came too, and Dominic was still on top of me. I figured he must've been waiting for me to wake up so that I could witness him snapping his fingers with Josh quickly stepping to my bedside handing him a roll of duct tape. Dominic then wasted no time unrolling some tape; it made a loud zipping sound which carried briefly around my room sending me into a panic the second Dominic tore a piece off with his teeth.
"No. . .No. . .NO!" I pleaded as my voice had been shaken beyond its vocals. Dominic ignored me and slapped the tape over my mouth. He then pressed down hard to ensure its durability of masking my screams. He flipped me over on my stomach and tugged both my arms around my back and duct taped them together. He quickly jumped off the bed, pulling me up with him at the same time before shoving me against Justin who grabbed a firm hold on one of my arms. I nearly stumbled over my Jell-O feet 'cause it felt like the ground had shifted beneath me. I figured my "off balance" was due in part of the massive hits I sustained from Dominic's beating.
"Stand up, bitch!" Justin seethed, yanking the back of my head by my hair. I then yelped as he shoved my head forward forcing me with no other choice but to stand up straight. Dominic opened my bedroom door, and suddenly I began to panic again as my bare feet stammered backwards accidentally bumping Justin's shoes. Justin grasped my arm again and quickly spun me around and tossed me over his left shoulder like a sack of laundry before carrying me out of my bedroom.
I didn't know what time it was; all I knew was that my house was eerily dark and quiet causing a wave of terror to sweep over me. Almost immediately I began to worry about my mother and my sister's welfare all the while praying that Dominic had not harmed them, particularly as they rushed me past their closed bedroom doors and out of the house.
Josh quickly tossed me onto the backseat of the Bentley with Justin crawling in behind me. Once the door closed behind us, Justin shoved my head down onto his lap and held me there. Two other doors also open then close. The engine cranks over, and I'm driven off.
Tears continued to stream down my face while the speculation of Dominic's intent with me raced through my mind and played in my thoughts as if watching someone else's torment unfold in a movie right before my eyes. My arms were starting to tire from being taped and trapped behind me. And I swore I felt both my hands starting to numb. I also felt cold 'cause my body shivered continuously even though I was wearing a long sleeved monogrammed tee and some jeans. Justin must've sensed my uneasiness as well as my fear so he indulged himself in causing me more grief by grasping my hair while his erection behind his jeans nudged hard against my right temple.
The drive was quick however slow it felt. I figured I had been driven back to Dominic's house but I was dead wrong: Dominic pulled the Bentley onto the parking lot of a motel - I had unintentionally caught a glimpse of the motel's flashing neon marquee sign while that impending fear constantly stirring at the very pit of my stomach surfaced and gripped my insides.
Justin opened the door tugging me to my feet. The air was crisp and chilly and I detected that it was late in the night. My eyes anxiously swept over the motel's entire parking lot. I noticed we were parked out back and away from the front office, and that there was only one other car visible aside from the Bentley.
Justin took hold of my arm again and lead me into one of the dreary looking motel rooms lining the parking strip. The room felt tiny despite the king sized bed, and inglorious: it reeked of day old smoke and Pine Sol. And while my eyes were in the midst of checking out the rest of the motel room Justin unexpectedly shoved me face down onto the bed while I caught Dominic's aura strolling to the other side of the bed. He lit a cigarette and dragged hard first before leaning across the bed and picking my head up by my hair. He then casually blew a plume of smoke into my face while Justin slinked around Dominic and eased the cigarette from Dominic's fingers. And very ruthlessly, yet skillfully he burned the back of my left earlobe. My eyes suddenly lit up like Time's Square with me horrifically screaming into the duct tape over and over again, especially when he twirled the cigarette several times after to ensure its branding.
"This is just but a simple reminder, Diamond," Dominic then slurred coldly inches from my unsteady face, "for the next time that cell rings, you'll be sure and pick up." Dominic let go of my hair and stood up while Justin shifted to the other side of the bed and pulled back my legs, dragging my body toward the middle of the bed. His rough, uncalloused hands then slid beneath my stomach, unbuttoning my jeans and abruptly yanking them off. He then reached for my panties and ripped them straight down the middle. Then, as if the humiliation wasn't enough, I heard the sound of a zipper unzipping.
Dominic knelt down to one knee and gently removed a few pieces of my hair from around my eyes and face.
"Period, or no period, Diamond. . .We're going to show you how it's done. Ready?" Dominic then callously toyed right as Justin jumped onto the bed and propped my hips mid-air. I then gave out a silent wail of te
rror with my eyes literally popping out from their sockets as soon as I felt Justin ramming his cock deep into my ass hole, stretching that tiny hole to the very depths of hell.
Chapter 15
The night seemed endless as Dominic babysat the torment of my pain and humiliation as both Justin and Josh continued to rape me repeatedly; not even the sound of my insufferable screams were enough to discourage them, particularly Dominic who coerced the brutal act which I took as a form of punishment. . .Or so I believed 'cause he unexpectedly rose to his feet, slid off his jacket and removed the belt from around his jeans.
Right then and there the horror shifted from inside my body and straight into my bloodshot eyes, particularly when Dominic strolled around the bed forcing Justin and Josh to step aside. Then my entire body began to panic when I heard the sound of leather sweeping through the air. And despite the excruciating pain already inflicted on my body by the rape, I found the strength to jump up from the bed. And just as I was in the throes of seeking refuge, and what I presumed to be the bathroom to avoid Dominic beating me with his belt, both Justin and Josh dove over the bed and together they dragged me back to the bed with me kicking and screaming despite my being bounded in tape.
"Where in the fuck do you think you were goin', huh, bitch?!" Justin spat amusingly as he and Josh held me down on the bed by my arms and legs.
The sweltering sting from the swaps inflicted over my stomach, my legs, my thighs and occasionally my breasts were so intense, and with some areas being extremely sensitive to any kind of harm, my entire body literally felt like it was on fire. It seemed like for the longest time I couldn't see the end of Dominic's torment until I felt I was on the verge of passing out. And Dominic seeming to possess a keen perception of the unconsciousness stopped whipping me. Tossing the belt aside, he ordered Justin and Josh to turn me over.
Back on my stomach, and 'cause I feared another round of anal raping, I started to squirm and scream and fight for my dignity which only seemed to frustrate Dominic 'cause he ended up rendering me still with a hard blow to the back of my head. He then pushed my face into the bed leaving me struggling to breathe. But then I stopped struggling when I felt the lessening of the duct tape around both my wrists. Dominic and Justin then flipped me over onto my back, this time with Justin pulling me toward the headboard by my armpits. He then straddled himself over my chest and tied both my wrists around the shaved bed posts - and not with duct tape but with black cable ties. Settling himself over my stomach with a pair of scissors in hand, he then cut my tee and bra from my body leaving me spread eagled and completely naked; uncapable of fighting, or even running. And while I considered my opposition to be the worst of my problems it was what Justin did next that caused me to almost pee all over myself: He leaned across both my legs and pried my vagina apart. His fingers then grasped the dangling cotton string, yanking the tampon right out of me. I could feel the bile of Justin's act rising in my throat, but having nowhere to spew left me with no other choice but to force it back down my throat as more tears of fear stormed from my eyes.
