Chapter 4
Brittany
Five Months And Two Weeks Ago.
What had I ever seen in Ronald? We met and started dating my last few months of high school. High school sweethearts and all the hype that went with it clouded my judgment into thinking this may be the fairytale ending I had been dreaming about.
My eyes slammed closed as the pounding on the door grew louder. My hands clenched into tight fists. Oh god, I wish Tori were here. Ronald terrified me.
I was being really weak. So, I stood and walked to the door and screamed as loud as I could so Ronald could hear me over the pounding of his fist.
“Go away, Ronald. It’s over,” I screamed, trying to keep the terror that I felt from my voice.
His harsh, angry breathing was all that I heard as I pressed my ear to the door. My heartbeat was racing at a terrifying rate because I was fucking terrified.
“We aren’t over until I say we’re over. You are mine,” Ronald growled.
Something in me found this so funny. Even if my skin crawled and my chest was ready to explode. A laugh bubbled to the surface and erupted from my lips.
The pounding continued for what felt like hours. My anger and frustration tried to pull me in. I hated Ronald every time his hand hit the door. I would flinch and then pray for some divine intervention that would have him limping away in pain.
Would he be here when Tori got home? After all the shit she’s had to deal with, I didn’t want her to have to deal with my shit too.
His cursing brought me back to when I met him. For some reason that I will never understand, I had found him charming.
Nine Months Ago.
The locker next to mine slammed closed followed by a curse. Turning, I looked at the guy with the blond hair that was slightly bowed. He kicked the bottom of the locker.
“Fuck! Can’t believe I left all my damn pens at home,” he snarled and kicked the locker again.
I felt a small amount of pity for him. I had forgotten my pen a few times and let’s say I lost out on precious notes.
“Here,” I held out my extra pen.
Dark blue eyes met mine, and a smile transformed his face into one resembling a fallen angel. He was beautiful. His hand closed around my offering.
“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver,” he tells me with a laugh.
Hmm… lifesavers sounded so good right now. There sweet sugary goodness had my mouth watering. I loved hard candy. It seemed to help the time pass as our classes dragged painfully along.
“Don’t know where your mind went but I want to go there too,” he said with a smile.
“Just thinking of candy,” I gave him an embarrassed smile.
“You’re even prettier when you blush,” he laughed.
I tried to think of something to say, but the bell rang. Ducking my head, I gave him a wave as I rushed down the hallway.
I hated being late. I took school very seriously. My sister sacrificed so much for me. The least I could do was show her I was worth it.
As I slid into my seat, my mind drifted to the boy who had my pen. My cheeks were still warm. I pressed my hands against them and smiled.
He thought I was pretty. No one told me I was pretty before. Shit, I was probably the only senior in our class who hasn’t dated yet.
Don’t go there Brit. You gave him your pen, not your number. He didn’t ask, I reminded myself. Only two more months and I would be done with school. That wasn’t very long, and then I would never see him again.
Something tugged deep inside me at the thought. What if Ronald was my Charming? He had the look of a Prince Charming. He even called me pretty.
I will never find my one and only if I didn’t try. Sighing I pulled out my notebook and started to take notes. Finals were coming up, and I needed to be prepared for that.
Maybe he’ll be my date to prom? Dammit, Brit pay attention!
The pounding on the door stopped, and so did the memory. Sighing I climbed to my feet and headed to my room. I needed to sleep and to have a reprieve from the memories of Ronald.
Please don’t let me dream of him tonight. Each memory was of our time together and of the time since we broke up. It swirled around, and I screamed into my pillow.
Chapter 5
Topher
Two Months Ago.
I watched as Trish bent over and turned to look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes flashed, and a smile spread over her face.
I could see her pussy was wet and needy. Her skirt was pulled up around her waist with no panties. Reaching for my buckle, I undid my belt and then opened my pants.
The sound of them hitting the floor had her jumping slightly and then giggling. It was so obnoxious. I hated it when they did shit like that. It wasn’t sexy, it just grated my fucking nerves.
I wanted to just fuck the shit out of her and then move the fuck on. I had to go over the books again today, and Trish here was my quick stop along the way.
Sliding the condom on, I grabbed her hip with one hand and my cock with the other. There was no need to prepare her, no need to finger fuck her, or suck her large nipples. Trish liked it rough, and at times she preferred to have a cock just crammed deep inside her. Fuck the foreplay.
Shifting my hips, I pressed my cock into her pussy. I felt her walls clamp down hard, she was fucking sucking me into her wet, hot pussy.
“Fucking good, sweet,” I growled as I pull back and slam into her again with long, deep, hard strokes.
Her cries mixed with the sounds of our skin when they slapped together. My hands gripped her hips harder, and there was probably going to be finger-shaped bruises on her white skin, but she loved it.
“Harder. Fuck me harder,” she begged.
My dick jerked, fuck I was close. It’s been too god damn long since I felt a pussy wrapped around my cock. Moving my left hand, I pressed my fingers against her clit flicking it between my fingers.
Her ass started to push back against me. I forced my hips to go faster, I was drilling into her hard. I was sure if I kept this pace, she would feel me in her throat.
“Oh god. Yes, baby, oh yes. I’m cumming,” she screamed at last.
Her walls clamped down over my cock, tightening and caressing me. Pulling my cum from my balls.
“Fuck!” I groan.
Fuck, I felt better. This was exactly what I needed. I spent the last three damn days on the road. I had to go to a few of our alliances and check-in.
Unfortunately, all of the fucking clubhouses were cleaned out of free pussy. Their old ladies being all they needed. Fuck that shit! I liked my variety and not answering to anyone.
“Thanks, sweet,” I tell Trish as I pulled my softening cock out and yanked the condom off. Tossing the used rubber into the trash. I pulled up my pants and headed for the door.
“Wait,” Trish called to me.
I turned and looked at her. She was starting to get a little clingy. Should have fucked one of the other free women.
“Will I see you later?” she asked as she lowered her skirt.
“Unless your eyes are closed,” I tell her with a shrug.
“You know what I mean,” she growls.
“This is just fucking Trish. You aren’t my old lady,” I tell her with a shake of my head.
Her parting words were lost on me as I closed the door. Time to take a step back from Trish. Thought she knew her place in my life. Even if I wanted an old lady, it sure as fuck wouldn’t be one that all my brother’s dicks have been in.
Chapter 6
Brittany
Two Months Ago.
Raising the key to my door, I let it slide into the last deadbolt. I turned it and listened as the lock disengaged. A hand suddenly latched onto my hair and twisted it to get a nice tight grip before yanking my head back.
I screamed as tears filled my eyes. Hot breath bathed my ear, and I shuddered in fear.
“About fucking time I get my hands on you,” Ronald snarled.
My heart rate tripled. Pu
lling the key out of the lock, I clutched the keys in my hand. I then moved them around until the door key was between my fingers. Closing my hand, I made a tight fist.
“I waited months to get into that pussy, and I’m tired of waiting,” he growled. He pressed his hardened cock against my ass, and I gagged.
This shit wasn’t happening. I didn’t make any fancy moves. I didn’t try to go for Ronald’s face. No, I slammed my knuckles key first into his thigh hard.
He howled in pain and pushed me away from him. My chest hit the doorframe, knocking some of the air from my lungs. I didn’t have any time to waste. Pushing the door open, I stumbled inside and slammed it behind me. I turned the first lock as he tried to twist the knob.
I kept going, and after locking the five deadbolts, I let the tears fall as my knees weakened and gave out. I hit the floor with a cry and curled in on myself. I could hear Ronald screaming and cursing through the wood.
“Fuck, I’m bleeding! You’re going to pay for this Brittany!” He screamed.
What the hell had I been thinking? Ronald was a monster and a pig. He was no ones happily ever after.
Nine Months Ago.
Ronald was leaning against my locker holding my pen up for me to see. The last bell had rung for the day, and it was time to head home.
Home to my empty apartment. Tori had to work tonight, she worked almost every night. Something in my chest fluttered as his smile widened.
Reaching up, I took the pen and gave him a smile of my own.
“You could have kept it,” I tell him.
“Then I wouldn’t be able to ask you out on a date,” he tells me.
A date? He wanted to go out with me? I looked at him like he was a math equation I just couldn’t solve. My cheeks felt warm, and his smile grew.
Dammit, I was blushing again. I resisted the urge to press my hands against my face as the need to look at the floor rose.
“I’ll take that as a yes?” He asks, his voice smooth and low.
He wasn’t laughing at me, and I felt relief and excitement. A date, a real date.
“When?” I heard myself ask.
“You doing anything now?” He asked with a cocky grin.
He knew he had me. I should have told him that I was busy, but I felt my head shaking. I wasn’t doing anything.
“How about we go out and get something to eat? Today’s lunch was fucking disgusting,” he tells me with a small shudder.
I had to agree. It was horrible. Who wanted to eat tuna sandwiches? I hated mayo, it was stinky and slimy and just yuck.
“I’d like that,” I whispered giving him a reassuring smile.
“Hey, Ronald. Where are you headed?” I heard a male voice shout from somewhere down the hallway.
“Out with my girl,” he shouts back.
His arm wrapped around my shoulders and he pulled me in close. Just like that, I was Ronald’s girl.
My bedroom was dark, and I was at war with myself. Should I tell my sister about what happened or just keep it to myself? She would kill him, I know it.
All of a sudden the sounds of the door opening and hitting the wall had me sitting up in my bed. I must have fallen asleep. I slipped from under the comforter, which was twisted around my legs, and walked to my bedroom door.
There was a thud and a moan of pain. Another moan this time followed by a cry. Tori! Opening my door, I ran into the living room and looked at the fallen form on the floor.
The door was wide open, and the light spilled in from the outside hallway. It gave me a shadowy view.
My feet picked up speed as I closed the distance between us. First, I closed the door and locked it. Then I turned reluctantly to my sister.
I knew she wasn’t drunk, my sister didn’t often drink and when she did it was never outside of our place. Taking a deep breath, I flipped the switch on in the living room.
My hands pressed against my mouth to keep the loud sobs at bay. He beat her again. Blood covered her face and any skin that I could see. Most of it was crusted, and the fresh stuff wasn’t coming in large supplies.
“Oh god,” I cried, as I knelt beside her.
“I’m okay,” she reassured me.
“No, you are not okay!” I shouted.
Instantly I felt bad. I shouldn’t have yelled at my sister. She needed me to take care of her, not berate her. I wish we could run, but I knew they would find us. I hated every one of them.
“Come on, let’s get you in bed and I’ll help clean you up,” I told her gently as I grabbed both of her hands. I knew better than to try and pull her up any other way.
She groaned and shifted putting what I was sure was all the strength she had left. Tori pushed herself up as I helped pull her gently but steadily.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and I let her put all her weight on me as we walked slowly to her room. If I could, I would pick her up and carry her myself.
Her little whimpers ripped holes in my heart and twisted my gut painfully. The room was dark, and I didn’t pause to turn the light on. I could make out the shape of her bed, and that’s all we needed.
My sister was super good about keeping things clean and in their place. So I knew there was nothing we were going to trip over.
Lowering her slowly on the bed, I bit my lip to keep from cursing as she cried out. The moment her body touched the surface of the mattress, she whimpered again, and little cries ripped from her throat.
“We need to get you clean,” I tell her gently, reaching for her shirt.
“I’m going to kill them all!” I snarled as I helped pull her bloody and torn up clothes off her abused body.
Taking a deep breath, I walked to the bathroom and got the fix it kit we kept on hand. I know others call them first aid, but ours was literally a fix it kit.
We had finger, wrist, and ankle splints, butterfly stitches, Band-Aids in all sizes, ace bandages, burn spray, alcohol wipes, peroxide, pain killers, needles and surgical thread and so much more. Shit, I hated to think about it. I needed to sue.
I walked back into the room with the large box filled with stuff. I turned on the bedroom light, and I placed the box on the table by Tori’s bed. My eyes were watery. I hated patching her up. I never knew what I was going to find. It was terrifying.
Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed a washcloth and bowl and filled it with warm water. As I walked back to my sister’s room, I took deep breaths.
Wringing out the cloths, I gently bathed her face before going to her arms and then her chest. The bedroom light was strong enough that I could exam her cuts. None of them seemed deep enough to need stitches.
Anger and sadness boiled into a rage. As if she could read my mind, she reached for me.
“Don’t,” she tells me, grabbing my arm. “Nothing’s broken. I don’t need my ribs wrapped. I can’t have you doing something foolish, Brit. Promise me you will stay here,” she demanded.
I set the bandage aside and nodded. I continued to wipe the blood from Tori’s body, thinking that she will need to sleep tonight without clothes.
“Tell me you’re not working tomorrow,” I pleaded.
Sometimes they made her work even in these conditions.
“No, not tomorrow,” she assured me, as she closed her eyes. The pain meds I gave her were working, and she was slowly slipping into sleep.
The tears I had been fighting finally fell freely. My sister lived like this to keep me safe. But I knew one day he would go too far and my sister wouldn’t come home.
I brought the bowl filled with warm water and the wet discolored rag into the bathroom. I poured the contents down the drain, trying not to think about why the water was a dark shade of red. Like maybe a small amount of food coloring had been added to it.
Wringing out the rag, I dropped it into the trash can beside the sink. I won’t be able to get it back to its original color, and we both hated the reminder of why it was discolored. We usually bought black washcloths for that very reason, but the store h
ad been sold out and only had the multi-pack of light colors.
My hands gripped the counter as tears and despair weighed me down. Life kept coming at us from all sides. Between Ronald and the club, I wasn’t so sure we were both going to live.
Closing my eyes, I prayed for my Prince Charming to save me. Maybe Tori didn’t believe in love and happily ever after, but I did.
Maybe I latched onto the hope of a Prince Charming too tightly. But I needed to keep the hope that this life wasn’t all there was for me.
Seven Months Ago.
Ronald was possessive and frankly a little needy. He hovered. Maybe things were supposed to be this way in a relationship?
Yeah, if that’s the case I didn’t think I wanted to be in one. It was starting to grate on my nerves. I was starting to question our time together. I wasn’t so sure Ronald was the man I had been waiting for.
His arm felt a little too heavy on my shoulders, and his hand was a little tight on my arms when he pulled me closer to his body. Joseph was talking to him, but he kept looking at me.
Every time Joseph’s eyes rested on me, Ronald’s hold would get a little tighter. I could feel this darkness in Ronald, and honestly, sometimes he creeped me out.
His kisses would get a little too rough, and his hands would wander a little too freely. I told him I wasn’t ready for that. Truthfully, I didn’t want him to touch me there, like ever.
Maybe I needed to give it more time? Leaning onto him, I rested my head on his chest. I felt the tension in him lessen. I was showing him that I cared and it made him feel better.
It was becoming exhausting constantly trying to figure out what he needed or wanted. Pressing a kiss to his cheek resulted in him smiling, and I felt the muscles move in his face.
“I need to go home,” I tell him sweetly.
His arm tightened slightly before he sighed and let me go. I knew he was hoping to get me alone and that was the major reason I was leaving.
Ever since last week when he kept trying to put his hand in my shorts, I’ve halted our alone time. He wasn’t listening to the ‘no’ that I kept telling him. I mean he would back off and then a few moments later he would try again.
I walked to my apartment and resisted the urge to look over my shoulder. To make sure Ronald wasn’t following me. In one more month, I will be eighteen, and we will be graduating just two weeks before that.
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