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“You can’t do this,” I tell him. “It goes against all the rules,” I remind him. He laughs now, throwing his head back.
“Who do you think made the rules, Tam?” A chill runs down my spine. “Back in the day before me, your dad and Matt changed the rules. The Kings were once all about sharing.” Matt is Rylan’s dad.
“Then why make the rule if you’re only going to break it?” I ask, trying to keep him talking for as long as I can. If he’s talking, he isn’t touching me, and that’s exactly what I need.
“I honestly don’t know why they were made. I suppose it was to give everyone a good start in life, in marriage.”
“I thought you loved my mom.”
“I do love your mom, Tam. That’s not what this is about,” he tells me.
“What is this about then?” he chuckles, and my insides tighten.
“This is about something I wanted. You see, when I went to Matt to discuss a new queen, I asked specifically for you.” The bile returns, rushing up my throat, but I can’t move toward the toilet. He’s too close. So, I force myself to swallow it. My eyes water and my insides tumble around.
“What?”
“You heard me. I asked for you. Of course, Matt said no. You were too young to take on a King as old as me,” he explains, and I silently thank God that Matt told him no. “Also, you were already promised to someone else.”
“Stay away from me,” I warn softly. He steps closer and closer until I’m backed up against the wall. There’s nowhere for me to go. Brady knows I’ll fight. He knows I can, but he also knows he’s strong than I am, and he can easily overpower me.
I’m about to say more when he grabs me and pulls me against him. A cry leaves my lips as he spins me to face the mirror. Hot tears roll down my cheeks as he looks at us in the mirror together.
“Look at us, Tam. We would have been perfect together. Your tanned skin against mine,” he says. My chest is heaving for air right now, and I can’t seem to get enough in. He shoves me forward roughly, my ribs slamming against the edge of the bathroom counter, and I immediately cry out in pain. Brady moves to yank my shorts down my legs as I try to scramble away from him.
His large hand wraps around my face, covering my mouth and nose at the same time. I can’t breathe. I claw at his hands, but it does no good. I fight to get air, but he doesn’t let me.
“I could end you, Tam. It would be so easy for me to do, but why would I do that?” My eyes are wide as I keep clawing at his grip. I can see black dots in my vision, and I know this is it. I’m going to pass out, but right before I do, Brady releases the hold he had on me. I suck in lungfuls of air and try to steady myself, but I’m a trembling mess.
He yanks me to my feet, shoves me against the counter once more, and moves to take his pants down. He keeps one hand on my back, keeping me in place as he strips out of his clothes. I close my eyes, and without warning, he slams into me. I cry, scream, and beg him to stop, but he doesn’t.
I can’t stop the vomit this time as I throw up all over the counter. Each thrust into me is a new wave of nausea. I keep throwing up as he fucks me against my will. Tears blur my eyes as I think of all the ways I’m going to kill him one day. I’ll figure out a way to do it without getting caught.
I zone out, my mind wandering to anywhere but here. The vomit doesn’t stop surging up my throat, and the tears don’t stop falling.
When he finishes and pulls out of me, he jerks me back against him, pressing his lips to the side of my head. I gag and nearly throw up again when he shoves me off him. My head bangs against the counter before I hit the floor with a thud. I can vaguely hear his voice, but blood rushes my ears. The room spins as I pull myself into a ball and sob.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wish Ry was here. I wish he would come in and see what he did to me and kill him. He wants to claim I’m his, but then he leaves and lets this happen to me.
No. It’s not Rylan’s fault. He doesn’t even know what kind of sick twisted fuck Brady is. He has no clue what kind of monster my mom married. None of them do. That’s a lie. Matt knew. Brady admitted to going to him and asking for me. He knew, and he didn’t warn anyone. He had to have known Brady would come after me, wouldn’t he?
Tears soak the bath rug beneath my cheek, but I can’t make them stop. And Rylan? I called him. I don’t know why the fuck I called him, but I heard the girls. As many times as he said I was his, and he was out with some other girls. It shouldn’t surprise me. Not in the slightest, but for some reason, it does.
And my mom? What if I told her? Would she even care? Would she even believe me? More tears run down the side of my face as I stay curled into myself. I try to think of who I can call for help, but there is no one. I have no one except Angel, and I can’t tell her what happened. She would lose it and tell everyone, and I can’t have anyone knowing. So, I keep it to myself.
Slowly, I shove myself off the floor and climb into the shower. I don’t bother taking off my clothes or what’s left of them anyway. I reach up and grab the knob, turning the shower on warm. I sit in the bottom of the shower, curl into myself, and cry. What else can I do? Where else can I go?
I close my eyes and try to drown out the world. That’s the best I can do right now. I close my eyes and pray to God I drown in here. I think I eventually fell asleep at some point.
When I pry my eyes open, the water has gone cold. I shiver, but I don’t make a move to get out. I sit in the shower, trembling and numb.
“Tamsyn? Where are you?” I hear Angel’s voice. What the hell is she doing here? I don’t move; I can’t. “Come on, Tamsyn, where are you?” I vaguely see her come into the bathroom, but it’s as if everything is muted. I don’t hear her screaming for me. I don’t hear a thing until I hear Brady’s name.
“No! They can’t know!” I snap at her.
“Your mom?” I shake my head as she paces the bathroom floor. She turns the cold water off.
“What the fuck happened?” she asks, but I can’t speak. I don’t want to. I’m not going to tell her. I’m not going to tell anyone, for that matter. When she realizes I’m not going to tell her anything, she pulls her phone out and starts dialing a number. I zone out, not caring who she’s calling at this point.
