“Patrick what are you doing in here,” Mrs. Callahan asks?
He walks over to stand in front of Charlie and I and hands me a small box with a note on in.
“Ryan, gave me this to give to you,” he said to me, handing me the box; but never taking his eyes off of Charlie.
“Thank you. Now can you leave us be. I have to finish getting dressed.”
“Ok. But not before you tell me who this ravishing creature is,” he said taking a few strands on Charlie’s hair and bringing it up to his nose and smelling it.
I could tell that she was nervous by what he was doing, but she also liked it.
“This is my best friend Charlie. She was my college roommate and she came for the wedding.”
“Is that so. Well I’d love it if you’d save me a dance,” he said to Charlie then running his hand down her arm, stopping at her hand; then grabbing it and bringing it up to his mouth, lightly kissing her knuckles. Charlie let out a soft sigh and I could see a shiver run down her spine.
Patrick grinned and left out of the room. But when he was in the hallway I could hear him talking to someone.
“What are you doing here,” he asked?
I couldn’t hear what the other person was saying, but I sure heard his reply.
“Look here. How many times does it take for someone to tell you that you are not welcome here, for you to get it.”
The person must have answered him, because he again replied. But he was much louder this time. He seemed to be a lot closer to the door. because I hear shuffling around and him yelling.
“Don’t go in there. You are not welcome here. I’m warning you,” he said as the door flew open and none other then Rachel busted in with him storming behind her.
“Who is that,” Charlie asks?
“I’m sure she told you who I was,” Rachel said as she stood towering over me with a snarky smile on her face.
I immediately stood up and faced her.
“You’re Rachel,” Charlie said inching closer to her.
I could see that she was getting increasingly upset. I stopped her from getting any closer to Rachel by putting my arm out and telling her to stop.
“Yes I am; and I came here because I have something that I thought little Miss Ryan here should see,” Rachel said as she looked down and dug around in her purse.
Patrick spoke up and said, “Rachel, I think its time for you to leave.”
“I think so too,” Mrs. Callahan says.
She goes to grab Rachel to lead her from the room, but Rachel jerks away from her grasp and now has a cell phone in her hand.
“I thought you’d like to know what your man was doing last night,” she said as she thrust the cellphone in my face.
Patrick tried grabbing it from her hands, but I quickly grabbed it first.
Please, please Ryan. Please tell me you didn’t do anything that would keep us from being together.
“Sunshine, don’t look at that. She’s only trying to break you and Ryan up,” Patrick said with what seemed like desperation in his voice.
I didn’t want to look at it, but I couldn’t not. What if it is bad? I should know. Right.
“I am not. She should know what type of man she is about to marry,” Rachel said.
“Shut you whore,” Charlie said as she drew back and smacked Rachel across her face.
She smacked her so hard that she fell back on her bottom. Her hand went up to her face and she sat there with wide eyes.
“Damn, woman that was so hot,” Patrick said as he stood beside her holding her around her waist to keep her from hitting Rachel anymore.
Mom, was standing over Rachel helping her up. Even though I knew she didn’t want to. The cellphone vibrated in my hand, bringing my attention back to it. There was a message flashing on the screen and it was from Ryan.
It said, “We had a deal. Don’t show that picture to Sunshine.”
What? How could he still even be talking to this woman, and on our wedding day at that.
So I swiped the message off the screen and the picture she and he was referring to popped on the screen.
The picture was bad. It was a picture of Ryan and Rachel and she was down on her hands and knees naked; and Ryan was behind her naked and his hands were gripping her waist and it looked like he was ramming himself into her. Her head was back and she had a look of pure satisfaction on her face. He had the same look on his face. I swiped the screen and a video popped up next. I couldn’t help it I pressed play.
I wish I wouldn’t have. Cause all you could hear was him and her moan and grunting. And you could hear his body smacking into hers and him rammed himself into her sex.
“Yes Ryan. Yes. Harder please.”
Then you heard a smack as he smacked her bottom.
“Like that. You like when I give it to you nice and hard like that,” he said and he continued to slam into her over and over.
The phone was suddenly yanked from my hands.
“Hey,” I yelled at whoever took it from my hands.
I looked up and Patrick had the phone in his hands. He stopped the video, and looked up at me with a sad look on his face.
“I think thats enough, Sunshine,” he said placing his hand on my shoulder.
“No. I want to see the rest,” I said reaching for the phone; I was now crying hysterically. But I didn’t care. I need to see the rest.
“Why,” he asked?
“Because I want to know what he wasn’t getting from me that he had to go get from her,” I said as I again tried to get the phone from his hand.
“Oh Honey, please don’t. Please don’t do this. Its not what you think. I promise.”
“Its not what I think. I think it looks like the man I was going to marry fucking the shit out of Rachel. He was never like that with me. He obviously finds her more attractive then me,” I cry, trying one last time to get the phone from him.
But I couldn’t and I sink down to the floor. I could see Rachel standing next to Mrs. Callahan thru my tears. She was grinning from ear to ear and Mrs. Callahan was crying and her mouth was wide open. She was shaking her head back and forth, saying no Ryan no, quietly; and to no one in particular. Charlie was kneeling down beside me when Rachel made as comment that caused her to straighten and rush over to her.
“Now you know he could never love someone like you. If you’d watch the rest of the video you’d see him saying that he didn’t want a black girl like you. He wanted a snow bunny like me. You are so stupid to think that you would ever be enough for him. Even if you marry him, he will always seek me out and do exactly what you just saw him doing to me,” she said smugly.
When I responded only with tears, she was about to say more when she was stopped by Charlie’s right fist to her nose. Then Charlie punched her in the mouth. Blood squirted out from every hole in her face. I should be happy that someone shut her up, but I wasn’t.
“Shut up. Didn’t I tell you before to get out of here. If you don’t get your hoe ass up now and get out of here, I’m going to pound your stupid face in; and this time I won’t stop,” Charlie spat out at her.
Rachel jumped up clutching her nose and mouth; trying to stop the blood, as she ran out of the room and out of the house.
Everyone was now looking at me, and they all looked sad. They had so much pity pouring from them that I couldn’t take it. I stumbled as I got up off the floor. They all reached out to me to offer a hand.
“No, I’m fine. I’m just going to get in the shower again,” I said going over to the dresser and grabbing some underwear and a sweatsuit.
“What are you doing? You have to get your dress on,” someone said.
I don’t know or care who said it at this point. I didn’t even look to see who it was talking. I just walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I sunk down onto the floor and started crying louder then I ever had before.
After a few minutes there was a soft knocking on the door.
Knock Knock
> When I didn’t answer, whoever it was knocked again.
Knock Knock Knock
I guess I should answer because it seems like they are never going to leave until I do.
“Yes,” I barely get out.
“Its me, Patrick. Are you ok,” he asks?
“Why yes. I’m perfectly fine. I’m sprawled out of this bathroom floor when I should be getting married to the man of my dreams. Why wouldn’t I be ok,” I cried sarcastically.
I know it wasn’t his fault that I’m feeling like this, and I shouldn’t be getting upset with him. But I didn’t know how else to react. My life changed for the worst in all of two seconds. I didn’t know what I was going to do now.
“Is there anything that I could do,” he asked?
I wanted to yell that he could go kick his stupid brother in his daddy pills a few times. Maybe that would make me feel better; but I didn’t.
“Actually there is,” I say.
“What? Anything you need, I will do.”
“Ok. Let me see the rest of the video,” I say.
I hear him let out a deep sigh and then there was some bumping around.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” he replied.
“Well, then there is nothing else to say. The only thing that will help is me seeing the rest of the video.”
He didn’t answer, so I took that as him not wanting to give it to me. So I closed my eyes and put my head back on the wall. I had to get myself together before I got up and got in the shower. I know that I was just in the shower but for some reason I felt so dirty all over again.
“I’m sitting the phone down on the floor right here and leaving,” Patrick said thru the door. Then I heard walking and another door closing.
I slowly opened the bathroom door and grabbed the phone off of the floor. Quickly shutting the bathroom door and locking it again. I took a few deep breaths before I could bring myself to look at the video.
I swipe the screen of the phone and the video pops up again. I reluctantly pressed play and it picked up right were it left off.
Ryan was slamming his hard dick into her. He was screaming yes. She was screaming yes. Then I saw exactly why Patrick didn’t want me to see the rest of the video. There he was standing in front of her face stroking his hardness right in her face. When she saw him she licked her lips and he grabbed a handful of her hair and jammed his dick all the why to the back of her throat. She gagged a bit and tried to pull her head back but couldn’t because his hand held her head firmly on his dick.
“You can’t breath can you bitch. You’ve been wanting this hard dick in your mouth for a long time, so take it,” he said as he slammed her head down onto his dick a few more times before pulling her off of him.
She gasped for breath, but was smiling as she looked up at him.
“I told you she liked it rough,” Ryan said laughing as he continued to pound her sex.
He then began to rub his thumb over her pink star, causing her to moan some more.
“Do you want a dick in that hole too,” Ryan said as his thumb disappeared into her star.
He quickly removed his thumb adding two fingers instead; slowly moving them in and out of her quivering hole.
I can’t believe he is doing this to her. It was disgusting; but I still couldn’t bring myself to stop watching.
“Yes,” she screamed.
“Yes, what,” he said smacking her ass.
She jumped a bit and said, “I want a hard dick in every hole.”
When she said that there was a flash of action. Ryan laid back onto the bed, bringing her with him. He scooted to the edge of the bed and positioned her over top of him; slamming her down onto his dick. As she began to slowly move up and down on him, Patrick began to nudge at her star. She wiggled her bottom as he teased her hole with his hardness. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back.
“Be still bitch,” he said in her ear as he rammed his dick all the way into her asshole.
She screamed out, but was quickly shut up by her bouncing up and down on Ryan and Patrick’s dicks’. In a quick second another dick was being stroked in front of her. Of course.
Killian was now standing in her face stroking his very hard dick in front of her. Waiting for her to take him in her mouth. She must have been taking too long because he grabbed her head and began slamming himself into her mouth; harder with each thrust. Then there was a few minutes of all of them grunting and moaning as they all had their way with this woman. This filthy disgusting woman. Who apparently knew exactly what these brothers liked. Just them the camera moved. Wait. Who was holding the camera? Then I hear a voice that I never thought I would hear.
“You guys have had enough fun. I need to get a turn now,” my brother said; as Rachel was yanked up from the position she was in, like a rag doll; and she was bent over in front of Ryan’s dick, with her bottom in the air. He grabbed her head and began fucking her face like a monster. My brother positioned himself behind her and started ramming himself into her used up asshole. I couldn’t watch anymore of it. As they all were either fucking her or jerking off over her. Trying to release themselves on her back.
I dropped the phone down on the floor and began vomiting into the toilet. With each heave I could hear a moan, a scream, or a grunt as someone had their release. I vomited and heaved until I had nothing left in me. I finally was able to pick myself up off the floor and trudge into the shower and turn it on. The water was steaming hot, but I didn’t care. I had to get the sick and filth off of myself. So I braced myself on the back of the shower and let the hot water beat down on me. It did until the water ran cold and I reluctantly got out of the shower. Stepping in front of the mirror, I could see my face looked like hell. My eyes were swollen and red from me crying. The skin on my face didn’t look the same. It wasn’t nice and glowing like it usually was. My hair was a mess. I didn’t care. I brushed my teeth and I started getting dressed by drying my whole body off the best I could. I lotion up my body, then put on my underwear, then my t-shirt, then my sweat pants. I left my zip up sweatshirt to put on after I was finished with everything else. Then I carefully brushed and combed my hair, putting it up into a nice high bun. With a few little braids wrapping around up into the bun. I left dozens of pieces of hair curl down around my face and neck. I cry as I thought about how this was supposed to be my wedding hair. After quickly wiping my face and locking my emotions up, I carefully but lightly applied a little bit of make-up on my face. Mainly it was eyeliner, mascara, and my favorite light pink lipgloss. When I was finally finished, I stepped back and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pretty good. All except for the sad look in my eyes.
Knowing there was nothing I could do in here to change that, I leave the bathroom and grab a wheeled suitcase from the closet; and I began fulling it with as much of my things I could. I only took the more practical things. Like t- shirts, jeans, sweats, socks underwear; and anything else like that. When I was satisfied that I had enough, I zipped it up and dragged it off of the bed and onto the floor. Popping the handle up and sliding my feet into my flip-flops, I threw on my zip-up hoodie and stilled myself as I walked out the bedroom door. I was trying to ready myself. I knew that someone was going to try to stop me from leaving; I just didn’t know who.
As I wheel was suitcase down the hallway and closer to the living room, I could hear people arguing with each other; A lot of people.
“What happened last night,” I could hear Mrs. Callahan yelling.
I could hear plenty of mumbling but no one answered. I knew why. They didn’t want to tell her what pigs they all are.
“Please tell me please. She has been in that bathroom for more than an hour. I know she is hurting and I want to help her. Please guys tell me what’s going on,” she begged.
But still no one answered. I hated to hear her like this so I sped up my step and quickly made my way into the living room and over to her. Everyone gasped and stared me down as I hugged her. She began to cry i
nto my arms.
“Please Mom, stop crying; or I’m going to start crying too,” she say trying to keep my tears at bay.
She stepped back and looked down at my suitcase them back up at me.
“You’re leaving. But I thought you were marrying Ryan today,” she said.
I could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew I was leaving; but she was hoping I wouldn’t.
I could feel the air being sucked out of the room as everyone waited for me to answer her.
“I can’t stay,” I said.
I could hear everyone behind us mumbling and footsteps from behind me get closer and closer to us. Mrs. Callahan looks up at whoever it was. But I couldn’t bring myself to turn and look, for fear of who it might be. Whatever one of the guys it was, I didn’t want to see. I don’t know who I should have been more mad at. Ryan, James, or one of the other two Callahan boys. James is my own brother. I never fathomed he would do this to me. But Ryan, I thought he loved me. I thought he would cherish me until the day I died. I was so so wrong.
“But you can’t leave please. I need you here with me. I want to take care of you,” she cried, grabbing onto my hand and squeezing.
I was momentarily swayed at her pleading and tears. I really hated to hurt her by leaving. But I couldn’t stay. There is no way that I could live in a house with anyone of them.
I looked into her sweet eyes as I tried to form the words that I wanted to say to her. I wanted to be a gentle as I could with her because I didn’t want to hurt her more than she already was.
“Mrs. Callahan, Mom, after what went on today and finding out all of the things that they did, there is no way that I could stay in this house,” I say exhaling.
A hand went up to my shoulder and tried to turn me around, but I shook the hand off and stayed where I was.
“But why? No one will tell me what was going on,” she cried.
“Sunshine,” I could hear two or three people say at once.
But I didn’t even turn around to see who it was.
I had not intention on telling her about the filthy things I saw on that video; but I knew I had to tell her something.
“I want to spare you what I went thru so I’m not going to tell you what I saw on that video. But I will say that I can never step foot in this house ever again,” she began crying.
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