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“It’s time to wake up. Your beauty rest is over.” I say with finality.
I glide over to Attie and motion for him to lean down so I can whisper in his ear.
“I know what I want to do now,” I say. “Just follow my lead.”
He steps back, kissing the top of my head, and giving me a half-smile. It’s all I need to confidently move forward. I hold up a finger, signaling that I need just a moment and quickly leave the room. I jog down the hall and into the kitchen. Pulling open multiple drawers, I begin rummaging through them. When I reach the junk drawer, I find what I’m looking for, and I hurry back to the room.
Slightly out of breath, I enter the room once more and smile at Attie. I suppose it’s my way of telling him, without telling him, that I’m ready. I need him to trust that I’m equipped and I can do this.
Walking back over to Cash, I squat next to him, making us close to eye-level.
“You’re a horrible human being. I need you to know that.”
He chuckles.
“Tell me something I don’t know, sweetheart,” he says proudly.
“Don’t call me that,” I grit out.
“You want me to tell you something you don’t know? You’re gonna love this—you don’t know that when I was sixteen, you got me pregnant.”
Cash’s eyes grow wide.
“You did what?!” My mother fakes her part in this, pushing herself off the wall as she feigns shock and disgust.
“Shut up, Mother. I’m not talking to you.” I snap.
I’ve been holding onto this secret for so long that it almost doesn’t feel true anymore. It feels like someone else’s life story, because it couldn’t possibly be mine.
Cash sneers, “Where’s the baby then, you lying little brat?”
“I killed it,” I say nonchalantly, shrugging my shoulders, “aborted it with a wire hanger.”
Cash lunges at me, but it does him no good. He’s secured to the bed. He’s not going anywhere.
“You fucking bitch!” He shouts furiously, pulling at his restraints.
I giggle maliciously.
“I learned from the best,” I bow my head at my mother, “I mean, she is the one who taught me what to do. I didn’t even need to watch a YouTube video or anything.”
I give my mother a petty smile, followed by a wink. I have no problem throwing her under the bus. God knows she’s done it to me for as long as I can remember, anything to save her own ass.
Cash seethes, “What else don’t I know?”
“You don’t know that every time you called me fat, ugly, lazy, and stupid, amongst the many other degrading names, that my little pussy would get so wet for you.” I lie.
He goes from angry to grinning. “You don’t say?”
“I secretly loved when you’d degrade me. I thought there was something wrong with me.” Pouting, I bat my lashes, “Will you do it right now? Call me a name and then kiss me with that filthy mouth?”
Cash looks like he’s glitching out. My request seems to take him by surprise, but he stops hesitating just as quickly as he started.
“Come here, fattie, and kiss your good ol’ stepdad.” He smirks.
Not being able to do something like this when I was new to the In-Between has me lacking confidence in whether this will work, but I use as much emotion as I can muster to power my play. I want to throw up just thinking about our tongues intercepting each other’s, but I do my best to present a look of longing and need and lean in. I press my mouth to his and slip my tongue inside. My stomach roils and I actively have to fight myself from vomiting down his throat. It’s working. Acting playful, I suck his tongue into my mouth, and he moans.
Without another thought, I bite down as hard as I can. Yanking away, I leave the majority of his tongue to roll around in his mouth. He gags on the dis-attached flesh and chokes as blood pours out of the creases of his lips and seeps down his chin and neck, coating the pillow beneath his head. His brain finally catches up, and he eventually tilts his head to the side and opens his mouth wide before his tongue rolls out onto the edge of the bed.
