Scars: Book One (6 page)

I
sprinted out into the night. Fear driving me at a pace that I didn’t think
possible. It felt good to run, to move, to be free. I didn’t know where I
headed, but once clear of the barn I just aimed for the surrounding darkness
where hope lay.

But
arms tackled me and brought me crashing down to the ground. My face hit the
dirt; blood spurted from my nose, and my teeth sliced into my lip. I tasted
blood. I clawed my fingers into the ground to try and get some traction, but I
was tossed quickly over onto my back and my hands pinned over my head while he
sat on my legs.

I
couldn’t see Aaron’s face clearly in the darkness, but I could feel the rage
coming off him in waves. I closed my eyes as I saw his arm that held the belt
reach back.

I
shrieked as the belt hit my breasts with violence. Before I could recover and
take a breath, he hit again and again and again. I couldn’t even scream.

“I
told you I’d hunt you down if you ran.”

He
moved off my legs and pushed them apart and held my knees up toward my chest
with an arm pushing down on them so I couldn’t move, and everything was on
display for him. The belt slammed down between my legs. The noise that escaped
me was low and guttural, like an animal. I was an animal.

My
teeth bit into my lip again as he punished me down there again, and again. I
couldn’t move as he had me pinned down tight. My hands uselessly pushed at his
arm holding my knees.

Finally,
I was released. He sat back on his heels, breathing heavily while I scrambled
into a sitting position. I hugged my knees to my chest and buried by face in
them as I cried. And I cried hard. Sobs racked my body and he said nothing.

Finally
I raised my head and looked at his figure in the darkness. “Why are you doing
this to me?” My voice was hoarse and desperate.

He
still said nothing but he moved toward me, and I flinched at his action. He
took my arm and urged me onto my feet. He kept his loose hold on my upper arm
and walked us in the direction of the house. Once under the light of the hall
he turned to me with his mouth open to say something. But then, as he inspected
my face, his mouth clamped shut, and his jaw tightened.

He
indicated toward the stairs. “You need to clean yourself up.” He released his
grip on my arm, and I walked up the stairs toward the bathroom. I nearly cried
again when I saw myself. Dirt stained my face around the blood that had come
from my nose and lip. My eye was swelling already from when I’d hit the ground
and would soon blacken. I gently touched my face and winced as I did so,
dropping my hands instantly.

I
did cry in the shower, silently though. I stood hugging myself as everywhere
hurt under the spray. I felt so tired and so pathetic. I kept my back turned to
him, I hadn’t seen or heard him come up the stairs, but I knew that he would be
there in the doorway, waiting. I stayed under the spray until my skin began to prune,
unwilling to face whatever would come next. I kept expecting him to bark an
order at me to get out, but he didn’t. He stayed quiet.

Finally
I shut off the water, reluctant to turn and face him.  Then the towel was
placed over my shoulders, and I took it from him, pulling it around me and
rubbing it against my skin. “Thanks,” came out of my mouth without even
thinking about it. I silently cursed myself. I didn’t want to thank him for
anything.

“You’re
welcome.” Then, “Are you hungry?”

I
shook my head which was still hanging down, staring at the floor. That hunger from
earlier was gone, much like the girl from earlier who fought. She was gone as
well. I hung the towel on the rail, knowing that he wouldn’t let me take it
with me. Though I needed it, I needed something to protect me. I longed for the
blanket on the bed, and that’s where I headed when he moved out of the doorway.

I
crawled under that hideous blanket like it was the most-coveted thing in the
world, and I hugged it to my body like it was a teddy bear as I lay on my side
facing the wall. All of me was sore, but my mind was too numb to register
anything properly. I waited there, waiting for the light to go out and door to
close, but neither happened. I felt a dip on the bed as he sat beside me, then
something cold was pressed against my eye. I flinched, turning onto my back in
surprise.

“It’s
ice. It’ll help with the swelling.”

I
lifted my hands to hold the ice pack in place as he released it and leaned back
slightly. We both stayed like that in silence before he asked, “Is your body
sore?”

I
nodded.

His
hand reached out and touched my breast. “Here?”

I
squeezed my eyes shut, and nodded again. He started to rub across my flesh that
was striped from his belt. To my surprise, it felt good and soothing, and the
pain subsided with the rubbing motion. Part of me wanted to look at him, but
the more sane part of me didn’t dare interrupt this bit of kindness.

“Is
that better?” he asked softly. Eyes still shut, I nodded. The soothing motion
on my breast continued while I gently felt the softness of his tongue on my
other nipple. My eyes opened in surprise and I watched him wordlessly, barely
daring to breathe, as he gently licked at my nipple. The soreness subsided
under the pressure. He went on like that, alternating between breasts and
always gently rubbing the one neglected by his tongue.

Then
he raised his head and looked at me. “Here too?” His hand had moved down to the
sensitive flesh between my legs that had been abused by his belt. Wide eyed, I
nodded. He rubbed down there, his eyes firmly entrained on me. I felt myself
blush under his gaze and shifted my eyes toward the ceiling. And when he moved
down my body, I bit the side of my lip that hadn’t been mangled by my teeth
earlier. The first swipe of his tongue made me gasp and bite my lip harder. 
When he lifted my leg over his shoulder, I didn’t protest. I squeezed my eyes
shut again and hated the unevenness of my breathing as the licking turned into
sucking, and he drew me into his mouth. A whimper escaped me before I firmly
clamped my mouth shut. I shook my head violently in denial as I felt myself
building up, but it didn’t stop me coming. I was silent, but he knew, how could
he not?

He
removed his mouth from me, and I turned to my side, away from him. Hot, silent
tears streamed down my face in disbelief. I brought my hands up to my face to
hide in them. I waited for terrible words to spew from his mouth. I waited for
him to call me the whore that he knew that I was.

But
all he said was, “Goodnight, Rachel.” There was movement on the bed and then
the light was flicked off, and the door shut. The bolt slammed into place.

“
The
religious crap that my parents spouted and beat me with is haunting me. My
whole life I rebelled and ran from it, despising their ignorance and cruelty
that they justified through their beliefs.

But
now, for the first time, I wonder if they were right all along. I have a
Jezebel living in my house, or maybe a demoness would be a more apt word. Yes,
demoness is far more suitable to describe her. She has bewitched me and stolen
all reason along with my soul. Her innocent smile is a mask for the evil
lurking underneath. I dreamt about her last night; I drove a knife through her
chest and instead of blood, a swarm of flies flew out and attacked me. I awoke
in a cold sweat. I swear, the only thing that kept me sane was the warm body of
Hannah lying beside. She stirred but did not wake and all I could think of as
she lay there is how much it would destroy her if she knew what her daughter
was.

But
God help me, I can’t keep away from her.

She
snuck into the shower with me while Hannah was still sleeping in bed. I turned
in stunned surprise as her naked form dropped to her knees and took all of me
in her mouth before I could protest. I can’t describe the feeling as I came –
the pleasure and disgust rolled into one, and as she swallowed my cum, I felt
like she was swallowing my soul. Afterward, she stood and gave me that angelic
smile. “Thank you,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about doing that all night.”
Then she kissed me on the cheek and left.

Yesterday,
when I was in my study and Hannah was out, Rachel came in. I tried to ignore
her but the sun dress she wore showed the tops of her smooth, tanned thighs,
and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her. She sat atop my desk and when I went
to speak she put her finger to my lips. “Shh, you’ve been so good to me. I just
want to do something good for you.” I watched, wide-eyed, as she pulled up her
legs to balance on either side of my chair, before pulling her dress up to
reveal the white panties she wore. She started to touch herself there, through
the panties, and I felt myself harden almost instantly.

She
kept tracing circles on her panty covered mound as she watched me with that
smile on her face. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood and shoved her back on
the desk and ripped those panties off. Once my dick was out, I thrust into her
so violently I didn’t think it was possible. A sound ripped from her, and it
could have been one of pain, but I kept going, harder and harder while my hand
was around her throat keeping her down. When I came, I stepped back breathless.
She lay there staring at the ceiling, for a moment I panicked and thought she
was dead. But then she sat up, a slightly stunned look on her face along with
the tear stains.

“I’m
sorry,” I blurted out. “I’m so sorry.” I collapsed down into my chair. “I hurt
you.”

She
shook her head. “No, you didn’t. Could you…”

“What?”

“Could
you just hold me for a bit?”

I
opened my arms, and she tucked herself into me, hiding her face against my shoulder
as she cried, and I stroked her hair. Later that night, I gently made love to
Hannah, the woman I love. But I imagined it was Rachel that I was screwing,
violently and with no limits. I fantasized about her crying out in pain
underneath me, a doll that I could act out those dark thoughts with.

God
help me. I am bewitched.”

I
handed the book back to Aaron, anxious to be rid of it from my grasp. He took
it, silently and as watchful as ever. I reached up and tugged at my collar; it
chafed against my skin in an unpleasant reminder. He leaned back in his chair.

“Is
that man your father?” I asked.

He
didn’t respond at first then he shook his head. “My uncle.”

I
dared to ask another question.

“Is
this your house?”

“It
was. Until I was saved.”

“From
what?” I asked softly

He
sat up straight. “That’s enough question time from you. You need to remember
your place.”

A
spark of anger shot through me. “Who are you to determine my ‘place’? You’re
doing this because a pedophile–“

“He’s
not a pedophile.” He said this tightly, like he was controlling himself.

“Really?
He sounds like one to me,” I snapped out.

He
hand reached out and grabbed my wrist, dragging me down, so I was sitting on
his lap. His other arm was tight around my waist.

“
Don’t
make me angry, Rachel.” His voice was low, his breath hot on my cheek.

“Paige!
Not Rachel,
Paige
.”

His
grip tightened around my wrist, and I made an unsuccessful attempt to wrench it
from his grasp. But my hand that was free reached out and slapped him square
across the face. Everything froze at that action. His face stayed to the side,
and my eyes widened in fear.

“I’m
sorry,” I rushed out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean too.”

His
head slowly moved back to look at me with those wolf-like eyes.

“What
are you going to do?” I breathed; my heart pounding.

He
watched me, before finally saying. “What do you think I should do?”

My
mouth was dry. “Please don’t hurt me again,” I said quietly, for all the good
it would do.

A
minute passed in silence before he finally said, “Maybe you could make it up to
me.”

Everything
in me turned to ice. “How?”

“You
‘thanked’ him well enough, you’ll think of something.

I
swallowed. And then I slowly move closer to him and pressed my lips to his. I
kissed him clumsily, and he didn’t kiss me back. I moved my lips down to his
neck to kiss him there, and I felt him shift underneath me. I didn’t know if
that was good or bad. I felt like I was trying to seduce him, and he was the
reluctant one. I undid his pants and managed to get his cock out. It was soft, and
I pumped it in my hand and it rapidly hardened. Everything I did felt clumsy
and unnatural. I straddled him and sunk down slowly onto him before I started
to move up and down his length. He barely moved at all, and I couldn’t bring
myself to look at him, I didn’t want to see what was on his face.

I
finally got a rhythm going, and it wasn’t until he was about to come that his
hands gripped into my back, pulling me hard onto him. A small sound emitted
from him as he came, but that was all the emotion that he showed.

I
stayed like that, speared by his cock, resting my head against his shoulder and
listened to his breathing. Finally, he broke the silence. “You want me to hold
you?” he asked. My head snapped up, and I looked at him. His face was straight,
but there was no mistaking the mocking.

I
said nothing; just pushed myself from him and once on my feet, walked out of
the room and up the stairs. I sunk down to my knees in the shower and let the
water rain down on me to wash everything away.