It washis.
I was the innocent one. The child. He should’ve known better.
“That’s it, baby,” bringing my head to his chest, he rubs a soothing hand down my back as I sob uncontrollably into his arms. “I’m here, baby. I’m here.”
He’s here. I’m safe. Greyson is here. I’m safe.I am safe. And it wasn’t my fault.
Chapter 38
Greyson
“Greyson?” Lilly whispers, lifting her face from my chest and looking at me through tear-soaked eyes.
“Yes, baby?” I brush my thumb over her cheek.
I don’t know how long I’ve been comforting her for, but the tv turned off about ten minutes ago where it’s been left paused for a while. And the only light source was coming from the fairy lights she has wrapped around her bed frame.
“Can you make me feel?”
I look at her confused, make her feel?
“What do you mean, baby?”
She leans back, grabbing my hand and lifting it beneath her shit until it’s cupping her boob. “Make me feel, Greyson,” she looks at me with doe shaped eyes. “Please.”
“Lil-Bug…”
“Please, Greyson. I just want to feel you,” she squeezes her hand on top of mine. “All I can feel is his hands touching me, making my skin crawl. I want the memories to go away. I wantyouto touch me, to make me feel.Please.”
My heart breaks for her.
She was thirteen.Fucking thirteen. Nobody should have to go through sexual assault.Ever.
When she told me about it, my heart ached for her. But as she continued, recounting the situation with a trembling voice, my sadness turned into rage. The thought of that useless piece of shit sexually assaulting her, and her own mother dismissing her cries for help made my blood boil.
In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to go to her mom’s house and fucking burn it to the ground, and then I wanted to find that piece of shit and torture him until he’s begging for life, and then take away that last sliver of oxygen he begged for so desperately.
But most of all, there was nothing I wanted more in this world than to protect Lilly. To make her feel safe, make her understand that I’m always here for her, that I’m not going anywhere.
I could feel her nipples hardening beneath my touch, and I didn’t realize I was squeezing at her boobs until a low moan escapes her parted lips.
“Greyson.” Her voice is a tremor, the softness traveling straight to my cock.
I don’t waste a second before I’m leaning in and smashing my lips to hers.
The way she’s kissing me is like she’s desperate for me, almost like I’m the only one who can make her feel. And that’s all I want, is to make her feel.
My other hand reaches out and lands on her neck, pulling her closer to me. I could taste the salt of her tears on her lips, but I didn’t care about that. All that mattered was that she was here, in my arms, and she was safe.
Gripping the nape of my head, she pulls at my hair making a groan leave my throat.
How is this girl so fucking perfect at kissing?
The kiss breaks and we’re both gasping for air, but that doesn’t stop her grabbing the hem of her shirt and lifting it over her head. Her heavy boobs come into view, and I groan. Fucking beautiful. Everything about her is so fucking perfect. She’s fucking perfect.
“Fuck, Lil-Bug.” I groan, moving my hands to her hips and squeezing at them.
We stay there for a few moments, gazing into each other’s eyes before I’m flipping us over so her back is on the mattress and I’m hovering above her.
