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Lori
I don’t understand. How could my mom and dad do this to me? Especially after what happened with Joanne. Do they have no decency, no humanity? Do they not give a shit about what I’ve been through at all?
“I know what you are.” I pour all the hate I have inside me into the words. “You’re the problem. People like you are hand in hand with the traffickers who are hunting me. They use people like you and your friends to take women and break them, making them do things like strip and turn tricks so they always have money coming in…to buy more girls.”
“My ‘friends’ and I don’t traffic in humans.” He says it low and steady and never blinks or waves his stare. “Guns and occasionally some light drugs, yes. But never women!”
“Yeah, right. Like I would believe you. Oh my God! What are my mom and dad giving you for their safety, me? That means you're going to use me to strip or whore! Fuck that! Don’t think I don’t know how much I’m worth. Virgins are always more!”
I try to run past him, but he intercepts me and uses my momentum to throw me down on the bed. Before I can get up he comes over me taking my hands in his so he can hold me down. “Good to know you’re still a virgin, baby.”
“I would rather die than have my body used like that.” I spit the words fully meaning every syllable.
He turns my head to whisper in my ear, “I’ll make sure you never have to make that sacrifice, princess.”
He does nothing to alleviate my fear by licking me all the way up my cheek like he’s putting a brand on me using nothing but his tongue. And yeah, my stupid body might think he’s the same Ander I had the crush on when I was a stupid kid and grow excited to be marked as his but the new me slaps that bitch down and puts on the big girl mask I feel like I am always wearing when I try to be an adult.
My mom knocks on the door and rattles the knob until she uses the key they had made to let herself into my room. There was no privacy in this house of glass when I lived here. I forgot just how little space I had when I was with my father and mother, “Is there, oh…um…,”
When she takes in what’s happening, me lying on my bed with Ander on top of me holding me down, I latch onto her presence like a lifeline.
“Mom! Mom! Help me!”
Ander looks at my mom like she might have just done a magic trick by coming through a locked door. “Leave! Now!”
Mom looks at me and then shrugs her shoulders. “Honey, I can’t help. He’s going to be your husband and…you can’t tell your husband no.”
“Who the fuck are my parents and where the fuck did I come from?”
Even Ander is shocked by what my mom just said. I feel him stiffen above me and his brows furrow in a deep crease.
My mom leaves and shuts the door behind her. He looks down at me with a cocked eyebrow, “You can’t tell me no?”
It comes out as more of a question than a statement, but I’m not fooled. I realize what kind of man he has become. He lowers his head, closer and closer.
“My mom can't. But I’m not my mom.” Now’s my chance. “And never will be.”
I headbutt him causing him to jerk back and let me go. I grab my head even as I pop off the bed. I didn’t expect it to hurt so much.
“That was a really good hit.” He’s checking his mouth and licking the place where his lip has been split. “You made me bleed.”
“Oh gosh! I’m so sorry. Wait. No! You’re a bad guy. It’s okay to hurt a bad guy!”
I turn around and take off running. Luckily, I got off on the right side of the bed to be closest to the door. I run out of the room still holding my head. I run down the stairs half expecting to fall down them as messed up as I am over that headbutt. God damn, why would anyone do that to themselves?
I hear him bang the door against the wall as he stomps after me. I spot the front door and go for it only to be pulled up short…by my father. I slide to a stop and almost fall on my butt, but hands are there to catch me. Then I am being thrown over a shoulder and walked to the couch where Ander’s father and mine were sitting. Now both men are standing and looking at Ander waiting to find out what he is going to do.
He puts me down but doesn’t let me go. Instead, he holds me by the hip and takes a seat on the couch. Then he pulls me into his lap but not to sit. He takes me over his knee like I was a fucking child and nothing more. He has the audacity to pull my sleep shorts down, so they are down around my ankles causing me even more embarrassment. Thankfully I am turned away from my dad and his so they can't see my ass, just my pissed-off face.
I’m still fighting with him when his hand lands on my ass. The smack just makes me fight harder, turning wild and disregarding anything around me in my attempt to break free.
“No. Stop, Ander! You…you lout. You have no manners. You…” I just keep heaping insults on him. He just keeps giving me one smack on the ass on both sides always switching sides so the blows never land in quite the same place.
The table in front of the couch has been tipped over, the pillows are all off the couch except the ones we are sitting on, and both of our fathers are standing around looking like idiots.
“Don’t stand there doing nothing with your dicks in your hands, help me!”
Both men turn their backs and I think I hear my dad apologize for my language.
