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“Then do it. Fuck the rest of them. They don’t deserve you. They don’t deserve what you have to offer. Be you, Olson.”
“Who am I? Who the hell is Olson?” she asks me.
“I don’t know who she is. That’s a question for yourself, Princess. Only you can answer that,” I tell her.
“I used to love being me.”
“What changed?”
“Everything. That night. Him.”
“Who?” She shakes her head, thinking about it. She doesn’t want to tell me, and I understand that, but I’m so fucking close to knowing the truth. I need it. It’s right there on the tip of her tongue, and I want it.
“My uncle.”
“What did he do, Olson?”
“You really want to know, don’t you?” she asks, looking over at me. I shift in my seat. I shouldn’t ask her, but she’s right. I want to know. I need to know what the hell he did to her. I need to know why she hates him and is so afraid of him.
“Yeah, I do.”
“One night, when I was about sixteen, he came into my room.” I can already tell I’m not going to like where this is going. The thought of what she’s about to say is making me sick to my stomach.
“Fuck, Olson.”
“You wanted to know!” She snaps at me. I nod my head. She’s right.
“He came in there, and he put his hand over my mouth. I couldn’t talk. Couldn’t scream. His other hand slid down my chest and between my legs. I tried to squeeze my legs together. I tried to fight him. I scratched his arms until he moved his hand off my mouth. That’s when he pulled the knife out of his pocket. He pressed it to my throat and held it there. He said if I screamed, he would kill me. If I so much as made a sound, I was dead. Then he did it. I gagged the whole time, choking on my vomit. I knew it was wrong. I knew what he was doing to me wasso wrong.” Now, tears fall, and anger consumes me. I knew he was sick. I could see it in his eyes.
“That motherfucker,” I growl low in my throat.
“I didn’t tell her the first time,” she says softly.
“The first time? There was more than one time?” Now I’m pissed, anger claws at my insides.
“I was older. They came over for Christmas, just like always. I didn’t lock my door back then, and I should have, Ridge. I should have locked my fucking door. I was so stupid to think that he hadn’t done it in years, so he wouldn’t, you know? So, I left the door unlocked.” Tears streak down her cheeks, and I almost feel bad for getting her drunk and making her talk, but I needed this. I needed to know what it was I was up against, and now I do.
“It wasn’t your fault,” I tell her.
“Of course, it was! I could have locked the damn door, Ridge! He wouldn’t have been able to get in then. I don’t know why I didn’t do it. I don’t know why!” She cries harder. I move from my seat and walk over, sitting next to her before pulling her into my arms.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Olson.”
“You wanted this.”
“I did want this. I didn’t want to hurt you, though,” I tell her.
“Everyone hurts me, Ridge. They all do. My mom didn’t believe me. She told me I was crazy and he would never do that to me. She said I was making it all up because I wanted attention. I told everyone. I told my aunt and my cousins. No one believed me.”
“I believe you,” I whisper near her ear. She pulls back, hair sticking to her red cheeks as she looks at me.
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do. And I’ll protect you from him, Olson.”
“How?”
“I have my ways, darlin’.”
