House Of Aces

by Pamela Ann

  Dad had taken me in his arms, holding me against his chest tightly before he’d started to join the mass chaos. We had been barely moving because people were pushing against each other and someway, somehow, Dad dropped me from his hold.

  In the blink of an eye, the rounds of the deafening noise of fresh bullets being released without mercy rattled the place as people screamed and ran away from the scene. Blood, dead people and the injured had been scattered before me while I had stood there in my pink, frilly dress, wide-eyed, scared but frozen in fright. It had been then that he’d found me, the dark eyes of the masked man had zeroed in on me as his next target, as if in slow motion.

  I had seen the steely determination in those unforgivable depths of his soul as my heart pounded in the back of my ears, eyes focused on his forefinger, inching to the trigger to shoot me on the spot. My father had pushed me with great strength, screaming my name as he shoved me past the garbage bin so hard that I blacked out.

  There had been only one thing I had been certain of before darkness had taken me, the last shot that rang in my ears had been directed towards my father.

  I was never the same after that.

  It had been traumatizing to go through something so horrendous and still attempt to live like a normal kid again because, let’s face it, I wasn’t normal anymore.

  I had secluded myself from any human contact as much as possible. I couldn’t be in a place where there were too many people around me without having a panic attack seizing me to unconsciousness.

  Therefore, my mother had decided to have me homeschooled.

  Five years later, Mom remarried again. Bob, her husband, had a son who was my age named Doug. He was nice, friendly and very attentive. He became my best friend after only a month.

  For years, I had never thought one of those people would hurt me. After all, I had loved them like they were my real family. Little did I know that, sometimes, even good people had dark thoughts—desires—to get what they wanted at any cost.

  Chapter 1

  A hand pressed down on my mouth, pushing my head into the mattress. I instantly woke up, panicked, as a man’s hard body came down on top of my frozen state.

  Fluttering my eyes open, I took in the dark room and the hard pounding of my heart against my chest before I saw Doug’s glittering eyes looking down on me, murderously.

  This was the second time he’d done this in a week.

  The thought of what he wanted again made me want to scream and ask for help. The fleeting thought vanished when he finally spoke, though.

  “Don’t you fucking move or say a fucking word, Ana. I will make your life a fucking living hell if you scream. Don't fuck with me.”

  My tears started to pool in my eyes as I looked in fright at Doug, my stepbrother. His brown eyes appeared dark and haunted as he pulled my shorts down and hastily pulled my underwear off. With his palm still pressed on my mouth, I silently wept while I heard him undo his pants and the sound of the zipper being pulled down.

  Doug immediately parted my legs as he positioned himself in between them. He roughly entered me in my dry state, which burned and pained me, yet that didn’t deter him.

  He grunted once he had fully entered me as he started to pant like a possessed maniac. “You don’t know how long I have wanted to fuck this sweet, tight pussy and pop your cherry. I used to jackoff watching you sleep, but now it’s all mine to have anytime I want to, Ana. Your pussy’s gettin’ wet; you’re starting to like this, aren’t you? Don’t worry, baby. I have more coming.”

  I squirmed when he lifted my hips and made himself go deeper in me. He then let go of my mouth as he sought for my breasts. Before he let go, he didn’t fail to warn me again. In my confused and messed up state, I didn’t even think twice; I numbly follow Doug’s order.

  He was going in and out of me roughly and I winced from each and every onslaught. His hand and mouth manically bit and sucked my breasts, which I found weird and uncomfortable. Doug’s pace started to pick up.

  “Ana, I love you. I love how tight you are. I love you, Ana.” He instantly sought my lips, and when I tried to dodge the kiss I knew was coming, he grabbed my chin and made me open my mouth.

  I noticed that the longer the strokes, the less painful it got for me. I also was aware that when I just tried to be still and not fight him off, I wouldn’t feel the burning.

  So, I did just that. I lay there and waited for Doug to finish.

  Doug had taken my virginity two days ago, just a week after we’d buried my mother. My mom had been Doug’s stepmother, thus making him my stepbrother. His father, Bob Mitchell, was beyond heartbroken and had found solace in the bottomless depths of Jack Daniels.

  I had never really known my father. Mom had met Bob in Hawaii, our home, when he had been on a business trip and they’d married a month after. Of course, Mom had moved to Seattle with Bob and his son, Doug. I had been fourteen and Doug had been fifteen. Doug had always been a good stepbrother. He had been sweet and always looked out for me. That was why when he had attacked me two days ago, I hadn’t seen it coming.

  Doug hissed as he grabbed my hips and pounded into me harder, making my queen-sized headboard bang loudly against the wall. Even with the loud noise, I doubted if Bob would be woken up by it. Bob had been passed out by this time on a nightly basis.

  I felt Doug still before he pulled out of me and came all over my stomach.

  After he was through, he bent over and kissed me then grabbed his shirt off the floor and wiped my stomach clean.

  Brushing my tears away, I curled up into a ball. How long will Doug keep doing this to me? I wanted to run away, but there was nowhere to go. I didn’t have any other family to speak of. Doug and Bob were my only family.

  I stilled when I felt Doug slide next to me on the bed. Fuck, was he planning to sleep here from now on?

  He pulled me close and whispered into my ear, “We have to get you on birth control soon. I don’t like wasting my nut like that. I will get you some tomorrow, ‘kay?”

  I closed my eyes and prayed for mercy. “I don’t want this, Doug. I don’t want you to keep using me. Please, stop this. I know we’re all in pain with Mom’s passing, but, please, you have to stop.”

  “You just think that now, Ana. But you love me, too. You just don’t know it yet. You have nowhere else to go, baby. If you want to stay in this house, you have to let me have you. Dad is passed out drunk all day, so I get to choose the rules in this house. You got that?”

  I reluctantly nodded.

  “Good. Now go to sleep, Ana.”

  He was right; I had nowhere to go. I was at his mercy.

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