《Godfather》 Chapter One # Chapter One #godfather Author¡¯s Note: This story is told from the point of views of the main characters. Ideologies/Mannerisms/Decisions are a result of their characterisation, and do not reflect my personal beliefs. I am not an adherent of the moral bankruptcy portrayed in this book. Please keep that in mind while you¡¯re reading and be kind. -VEA- I was born out of rape. My mother was a rather normal girl in the days of her youth. If you met her at a random bar, and chatted her up, not much of whatever left her mouth would make an impression. The only thing that would stand out to a person was how she seemed to have the personality of a washboard. The things she talked about were either repeats of whatever another person had just mentioned, or something uninspiring that was about her personal life. When it was your turn to talk, you could see her eyes glazing over, and tell that she was thinking about what she wanted to say instead of actually listening to what you were saying. And when it was her turn to talk, the topic would stray far off, and somehow find its way back to her. She was boring. But her utter lack of a personality didn¡¯t really signify in her life, because she was like a empty box wrapped in golden wrappers. She could go to sleep on one night with hair that was unwashed for days and wake up like she had just come out of the hair salon. Her nails were naturally shaped like the press-on nails they sold at the mall, and her face was a combination of glorious features that came together in ultimate harmony. She was entertaining by no means, but the people around her swayed to her desires because their eyes loved what they were seeing. She never did do well in school, and spent her time dating the boys instead. After some time, she eventually dropped out, and the professor told her that a pretty face would never amount to anything. Fortunately for her, her beauty only grew and she participated in many beauty pageants, and never failed to secure the top spot in any of them. Her fame spread across towns, and even celebrities crossed states to cast their eyes on her face. There didn¡¯t seem to be a lack of admirers. Every kind of man who loved a woman were enamoured by her, and she was receiving confessions on a regular basis. Famous actors wanted to be with her, and rich men also wanted to call her theirs. Her female friends envied that she commanded the interest of such powerful men, but there were instances where jealousy escaped them. Along with the powerful men, there were also men who took an interest in her who didn¡¯t appear to realise that she was not attainable to them. Men who were struggling from paycheck to paycheck, for example. Or men who only had flab on their bodies. There was even one man in particular who fell for her, and you did not need to spend five minutes with him before you forced your face not to frown. He was someone who walked funny, and behaved funny. He said stuff that you weren¡¯t supposed to say, and he also said it a little too loudly. He wore his pants a little too high, and the stench of plaque drifted from his mouth to your nostrils. Unaware of himself, he confessed his love to my mother, and when her friend laughed out loud and told him in everybody¡¯s presence that she was way out of his league, my mother only smiled, and never bothered to correct her friend.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. Soon, there came a time where the man my mother had been dreaming of came by. He was a man with an astute expression, and dressed like he had stepped out of a movie set. The townsfolk knew him as a billionaire¡¯s son, and he was done for when he finally set his eyes on the famed beauty of the town. Without barely a month of dating, he proposed to her, but his proposal came with a condition. She had to give his virginity to him. The billionaire¡¯s son did not want seconds. He wanted a pure, untouched woman on his bed on their wedding night, and it was not something that he was willing to compromise on. My mother promised that to him, but alas, she had just turned 20 and was in the cusp of youth. She got drunk at a bar one fateful night, with a handsome man who was incredibly funny. He had countless ways to make her laugh, and she ran out with him to the beach, found some rocks by the shore and gave her virginity to him. She thought she would never be discovered. But they found out. She lost the engagement, and the billionaire¡¯s son packed up for another town, in search for a bride who was actually pure. My mother was distraught, but she recovered quickly. She told herself that she was still an unparalleled beauty, and there would be another good offer coming soon. She waited, and a year passed, before yet another year passed. She held out hope for another similarly good offer, until she went past her prime, and it hit her that she had lost her worth. So she married the next best thing - a business owner. My mother assumed that although she would not have a luxurious life, at the very least, she would have a comfortable one. But she was foolish to think that, because even when she was past her prime, she still looked great. And that was a cause for jealousy for her husband. He hated the way his male friends let their eyes rove her body, and whenever she spoke to them, rage would fill him, and he¡¯d think that she was going to leave him for them. When they were alone at home at night, he yanked her hair to him, and sent heavy slaps across her face so that the purple would hide her beauty. Life became hell for my mother, but she resigned to her fate, and chose to stay anyway, until one night. Her husband brought home a funny man, and when she saw him, she hardly recognised him. But he was the man who behaved weirdly from her past, whom she thought was far out of her league. He was a friend of her hubby, and he reintroduced the two of them. The weird man had a yellowing white shirt on that was too short, and his stomach peeked out underneath, and his pants were loose on his waist. Her husband told her that his friend was already reaching his forties, and still hadn¡¯t had sex yet. ¡°Will you marry him if he lost his virginity to you?¡± her husband had asked her. My mother had rolled her eyes, and tried to leave. But they did not let her leave. Her husband could always overpower her, and that night, he held her down as he let his friend feel what it was like for the first time to be inside a woman. After he was done, he took his turn, before he went for a beer and let his friend pick up where he left off. And that was the night I was conceived. Things did not play out well after that. My parents fought constantly, and my father ended up shoving a rifle into his mouth and blowing his brains out. I was shocked when I saw sorrow overtake my mother, and she drank her liver away until she passed away. I was only a child then, and was left alone when none of my relatives wanted to step in to take care of me. I thought I would die soon, until one man showed up to take me under his wing. My godfather, Ruthlow. Chapter Two # Chapter Two #godfather -RUTHLOW- I still remember the day I became her godfather. The man of god had dipped her small head into the water before moving her away. The beads of water trickled off her forehead, and she struggled a little in her cloths as a frown broke out across her face. She mumbled a little, and when I looked over at Gracie, she was restless. She rushed over to the man of god, and held out her hands. He passed Vea back to her, and she held her in her arms, and cooed at her baby. She was overjoyed, and I promised her that I would take care of Vea as well as I could. As someone who called themselves her godfather would. Gracie was one of the closest friends I ever had. I moved in to the house next to hers and we became friends easily. She had a husband then that gave her many headaches, and she came to me for advice often. I never did understand why she put up with that piece of shit she had for a husband, but she was loyal to a fault. We often spent the weekends together before Vea came along and she still had the time. I still recall how I would come over to hers, and sit on the couch to put on the channel we both thought was irresistibly hilarious. She¡¯d come over to the empty space on the couch next to me, and have a few good rounds of laughter. Then she would get tired out, and lay her head on my lap to have some shut eye. It wasn¡¯t just that show that we had in common. We both enjoyed reading too, and Gracie often bugged me to spend time with her outside. She loved the outdoors, and hated being cooped up in that small house all the time. It was boring, she said. So we went out to the bookstores regularly, and perused the shelves. She loved to pick out sweet romances, and one time, she came over to the section I was at, and I introduced a few of the books on psychology I loved to read. She developed an interest in that area, and bought a few books on my recommendation. She¡¯d take them to the beach with me, and lie down on the picnic mat as she flipped the pages. I read a few crime thrillers beside her, and one time, I suggested to her to take a dip in the water, which was something she never wanted to do. This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. Thinking nothing of it, I carried her into my arms, and lifted her off the mat as I headed for the waves. She protested, slamming her fists on my bare chest, but I didn¡¯t bother to put her down. I threw her down into the water, and she came out fully wet. And that was when the truth struck me as I was standing there and water slid down her face, her makeup coming off. The real reason why she hated staying inside. She told me to stay out of it. And I did. I respected her enough to make her own decisions about her life, and I made sure to be the shoulder she needed to cry on whenever she was fresh out of another episode. She leaned on my support, and one night, she came to me and recounted the worst night of her life, and it was then that it became hard to respect her boundaries. I wanted to teach that bastard a lesson, and I crept up to their residence late one night. Nobody answered the door, so I went to the blinds, and peeked inside after parting the plastic. They were both on the ground on their knees, their faces a crying mess. Gracie was repeating over and over again that she loved him, and that she would do anything for him, and would never leave him for anyone else. I watched in silence as he vowed to love her properly this time, and to treat her like the innocent thing she was. Gracie¡¯s hands touched the ground beside her and she held onto a rifle while she passed the other to him. They both inserted the rifle into their mouths and promised that they would start anew in the next life with each other. I didn¡¯t intervene. I simply stood there, and watched as they cried and shouted like maniacs. Snot was flying everywhere, as was saliva and tears. Gracie kept yelling nonsensical words, and her husband was doing the same. Eventually, his thumb found its way on the trigger, and he pulled it. Showers of blood and brain burst out from the back of his head, and I looked over to Gracie. She removed the rifle from her mouth, and got up. And stepped over his dead body. I went home that night without telling her that I had seen everything. She told the community that her husband had battled with depression for far too long, and that night was his last straw. She cried, and bemoaned that she missed all the warning signs. But those eyes dried up when she received her inheritance from him, and before I knew it, Gracie was also gone too soon when she finally had the taste of wealth she always craved. She drank her liver away, and left her child behind. I stepped in to take care of Vea, as I had always loved her like she were my own. By then, I was certain enough to say one thing as her godfather. I¡¯d sooner kill a person than fail in my duties. Chapter Three # Chapter Three #godfather -VEA- My godfather had me transferred to Stalton Christian Collegiate. I sat in the parade square with the horde of all the other students. It was some compulsory assembly period, and I hated everything about it. I was forced to read from some book, and I absolutely detested reading, so I brought a dictionary with me. I kept lifting my head to look around, but a few teachers caught my eye and used their hands to gesture a book. I forced myself not to roll my eyes and dropped my head back down. They said adulthood was where the fun truly began. And I was one now, but honestly, I didn¡¯t feel like it was fun. At least not in this cult. Everyone was dressed like they were nuns or monks, and they had crazy punishments if you broke rules here. I flipped the page in my dictionary with a sigh, and thought of my past. I was barely a teen when I had my first sexual encounter. We both didn¡¯t know what we were doing, and the worst thing you could imagine happened. We were discovered since we were still in school, and that incident was such a big one that the schools in the next few towns heard about it. And you¡¯d think that I would be scared off, but I wasn¡¯t. I still slept around, and when I became a teenager, I looked beyond my usual pool of boys. I found a man. And I thought it¡¯d be harder, but it was rather easy to get him to a point where we were taking our clothes off. That day, I learnt two things about him. One, that I wasn¡¯t his first minor. And second, that I couldn¡¯t tell when he put it in.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. I stared blanky at the dictionary. But they¡¯re insisting that life has just only begun, now that we¡¯re all finally of age. What I was really feeling was misery, since it was humid as fuck in the middle of a bunch of people who were dressed like the pope. I sighed, and fanned myself with a hand while I continued to think about the past. I used to be in this school at the other end of town, but I had to drop out for one reason. What reason was that? Well, I - On second thought, I¡¯d rather not mention it. I flipped the page to the next one in my dictionary, and looked at all the difficult words. I read their meanings, and tried to pretend that I was one of the brainwashed, and commit them to memory dutifully as a student, but I failed. I shut my eyes in frustration, and closed the book, and ignored the teachers I could see in the corner of my eyes who were waving and trying to catch my attention. I put two palms on the floor behind me, and leaned back. On hindsight, I genuinely wrecked a lot of havoc. And caused a lot of people much pain. I knew that I was never one for repentance, but maybe, just maybe? Could I repent and turn over a new leaf? I wanted to. It felt like there was still hope for me. That I was redeemable. I looked around, and the teachers announced to everyone that it was time to sing the national anthem as they raised the flags. Everyone began to put their books down. From the side came a boy who was dressed in clothes that completely did not fit his body. They were oversized, and the next thing I noticed about him was how everything about him was huge - his hands, his face, his head. Everything. I stood up along with the rest of the students, and the boy stood under the flags and faced the cohort. I looked up at the flags as I put my right hand over my heart. I was going to turn over a new leaf, I said to myself. Just as my eyes swiped over the tag on his breast pocket, and I read the words. Head Prefect. Chapter Four Chapter Four -VEA- I was working on it for the past few days. I¡¯d take it out, and leave it in the cupboard for a few hours, in the dark. Then I¡¯d take it out and put it on, and climb onto bed and use my index finger to dig the fabric into my clit. Circling it a few times, I¡¯d build myself up to a climax, and I unclenched my pussy to let whatever juice it is out onto the thin cloth. Then I¡¯d remove it, and keep it before taking it out again to start all over with another orgasm. Mind you, it wasn¡¯t that easy. I had been wanting to do this for a very long time, but never really got the chance to. Finally, I found myself at the nearest mall, and went into an outlet where I saw this glorious piece on a mannequin. It was so small, and it was pure white. There were little pink ribbon bows all over the white, and the top hem of the panties had a glowing, rosy lining that shone like silk. I bought it, and returned home with it before I began to work on it. I even made sure to be exactly in my ovulating phase before I messed with the thing. It was painful waiting for the blood to arrive. When it did, I counted the days until it was done. I never cared about tracking my periods before, but now I was doing that. The blood stopped, and I counted the days until I was supposed to ovulate. And usually around this time, my pussy would give off a unique odour. I personally thought that it stank, but I knew it likely had pheromones in it, and did weird things to males. I wanted the Head Prefect to get this piece of underwear. I removed the panties from my thighs, then placed it on my bed. I opened it up, then sat my pussy on it. I rubbed myself up and down that fabric, until I was satisfied. After that, I took it from the bed, and held it a few inches away from my face. It smelled strongly of my pussy, well, exactly during the time when my womb was ripe. Hah.This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. I smiled, and got up from my bed to put on my uniform on. The two piece outfit, I had sent to the tailor to get it remade in a way that hugged my curves. Sure, I couldn¡¯t let the skirt go too far above my knees, but who said I couldn¡¯t tighten the damn thing? I quickly put the clothes on, admired my body in the mirror before I tucked the panties into my pocket. I left my bedroom, and heard the sound of water trickling from the tap. ¡°Hey,¡± Ruthlow, my godfather said to me. Walking over to where he was at the kitchen island, I sat on the other side of the table and put my forearm across the marble. My godfather was preparing my lunch box, and I stared at all the pieces of watermelon he had cut out all over the board. He removed one wide piece and set it in the middle, then placed a heart-shaped cutter over it. Pressing down onto it, more and more heart-shaped pieces of watermelon came out, and he added them to my lunch box, which was already packed with rice and some meat. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Ruthlow asked. I raised a brow at him. ¡°What?¡± ¡°Is that a new perfume?¡± My eyes dropped to the heart-shaped pieces of food. ¡°Yeah.¡± ¡°It smells great, Vea.¡± A corner of my lips lifted slightly. ¡°Thanks.¡± He put the cover over the lunch box, and sealed it. Then he placed it in a bag before he slid it across the counter over to me. I grabbed it. ¡°Behave at school, Vea,¡± he said. ¡°Before another school kicks you out again.¡± I tossed my curls behind my shoulder, and applied some lip gloss onto my lips. ¡°Sure,¡± I said before I walked out the front door. I took the bus and arrived at school, a tad too early for classes. You see, this school had an early session at their church meant for devout students who wanted to have a chat with God before they went for assembly and then to classes. I was going for that one. Because he was going to be there. And when I arrived, there he was. Taking a tray of Holy Communion from the teacher and coming over to the rest of the few students that were gathered there. I pretended to be in deep prayer when he slowly made his way over to me. He locked eyes with me, and not once did his eyes even wander to the rest of my body. It was impressive. I watched as he waited for me to take the biscuit and grape juice from him, and while I was doing that, my hand reached under the tray. And I slipped the panties into his pocket. Chapter Five -VEA- ¡°Have a great morning, sister,¡± the Head Prefect said to me. I smiled widely at him and waited as he extended the tray out to the girl sitting beside me, but her head was bowed in prayer. He flashed me another smile before he moved away from our bench, and went to the aisle again to walk down it. He took a few steps, and my mouth fell open as gasps sounded everywhere, and I heard sounds of benches creaking as people left their seats. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± a girl came from the side and pointed at the ground behind the Head Prefect. ¡°Huh?¡± he said, then looked behind him. On the ground was the underwear, and I cursed inwardly as the entire congregation gasped again. I thought I had sneaked it into his pocket properly. The girl pointed a finger at him. ¡°Why is that there?!¡± she accused. The fallout afterwards was great. I thought that the guy would just come up with excuses to get himself out of the pinch he was in, but according to some of our classmates, he had sworn some vow to avoid falsehood altogether. Dumb fool. Because he stood his ground repeatedly and told the faculty that the underwear did not belong to him, but simply because he said that he couldn¡¯t lie, the faculty automatically assumed he was already a pathological liar. If someone told you they didn¡¯t lie? Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. That was a lie right there. Hilarious. The boy was stripped of his standing in the school, and the rumours that erupted around his possible expulsion was the fodder for the school¡¯s rumour mill for a while. All this time, whenever we passed by each other in the hallway, he would send me a disturbed look like he suspected that I had something to do with his loss of standing. I did have something to do with it, and I was tempted to approach him and console him about it, but my eyes swiped over his empty breast pocket where his title tag used to be. And I had completely lost all interest. To make matters worse, the school decided to do further investigations into the boy¡¯s background. Turns out, he was in the middle of chatting with one of the girls from the cohort, who was a minor. That was all him. Apparently, he was only sending her nice messages, but a negative impression of him was already in the minds of the adults, and they couldn¡¯t help but see grooming all over the conversations. Interestingly, the parents of the underage girl with whom he was in contact with dug through her belongings, and happened to find it full of panties the same exact brand of the one that had slipped out of his pocket that morning, and well, what happened afterwards was a glorious sight. Her parents were crossing the street on the way to church, with their little girl while his parents were already by the church doors, and waiting for everyone else to walk in. Their eyes crossed, and maybe there was a frown that slipped from their faces, because they were suddenly launched towards one another, and a catfight ensued. Women and men of God, tearing wigs and dentures out. The little girl was screaming at the top of her voice for them to cut it out, but they were not having it. The boy took one look, then bolted in the opposite direction. I watched the entire thing go down, and reflected deeply on it. That was all me. Well. By then, I had also lost interest because I was convinced nothing would be able to top that catfight. The things that followed were boring, things like his mother getting kicked out of her job at church, and the other family having to move across towns to escape from the other family. I sat on the couch that faced my television, and popped frozen blueberries into my mouth while I watched Titanic. Time passed, and the bell to the front door rang. I waited for my godfather to answer the door, but I didn¡¯t hear any footsteps coming down the stairs. Shrugging, I put the bowl down, and approached the front door. And saw that piece of underwear on the floor sent through the mail slot on the door. Chapter Six -VEA- Unease crept into me as I stood over the underwear on the ground, and a few possible scenarios went through my mind. I had thought that nobody knew that I was the person behind the entire fiasco that happened recently, but now, I wasn¡¯t sure anymore. The very fact that this had been sent through the mail slot on my front door was proof that someone knew about my involvement with everything that happened, and not only that, that they were aware about where I lived. But that still wasn¡¯t it. Mailing it back like that, it somehow felt like a challenge had been issued to me. Like they were saying something. ¡®I know what you did, and you should watch out.¡¯ I picked the panties up from the ground, and went to wrap my other hand around the handle of the front door. I pushed the door open, and stepped outside. The chill and breeze from the night air grazed my cheeks, and I sent a few looks around my surroundings. It was quiet, and there were a few people jogging down the pavement, or bringing their dogs in. I tried to recognise some of the features on the faces I saw, but found none of them familiar. Nobody of note was nearby. Turning over the underwear in my hands, I realised it was indeed the very underwear I had slipped into the boy¡¯s pocket. Still musing, I stepped back inside, and looked behind my shoulder to close the door. When I faced the front again, I did a little jump when I saw my godfather standing in front of me, his eyes fused to what my hand was holding. I quickly balled it up, and hid it behind my back. Freezing for a moment there, I hoped that he did not see what I thought he might have seen. ¡°We¡¯re going to have a talk,¡± Ruthlow said. ¡°Bring that to the kitchen now.¡±The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. My shoulders slumped down as a sigh ripped from my throat. I rolled my eyes as he stepped past me to bolt the front door. Dragging my feet all the way to the kitchen, I climbed onto the tall stool, and placed the panties on the counter. After a while, he came over and stood on the opposite side of the kitchen island. He reached into his back pocket and removed a wallet. Opening it, he took a card out before he set the dark leather wallet on the counter. And he used the invite-only black credit card to lift the underwear up for me to see. ¡°I should¡¯ve known you were involved,¡± he said. ¡°I had a hunch, but I tried to think the best of you.¡± I locked eyes with him. ¡°What?¡± he said. ¡°What¡¯s that look? Don¡¯t you see the havoc you¡¯ve wreaked on that poor boy¡¯s family? Don¡¯t you feel any remorse?¡± ¡°He¡¯s a little kid lover, Ruthlow,¡± I said. ¡°That¡¯s what they¡¯re assuming,¡± he said. ¡°Why, nobody is guilty until it is proven?¡± I said, with a grin. He sighed. ¡°Vea,¡± my godfather said. ¡°How many times - ¡° ¡°Alright, alright! I¡¯m sorry,¡± I said, holding my hands up. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I won¡¯t do it again.¡± He watched me, eyes narrowed. ¡°I¡¯m serious,¡± I said. ¡°You know how I¡¯ve been going to school early to attend those church sessions. You made the right choice sending me to this school. I finally feel like I connect with something, like there is a higher purpose for me. I¡¯m serious about turning over a new leaf and embracing God.¡± He released the breath he was holding. ¡°Alright, I believe you.¡± I smiled. ¡°Can I go now?¡± ¡°Sure,¡± he said, and I got up, preparing to head for my bedroom. As I was walking there, he spoke again. ¡°There are some leftovers from dinner last night in the fridge. Eat them if you want.¡± ¡°Okay,¡± I said, and disappeared into my bedroom. I closed the door behind me, and the wood thudded. I turned the lock, and it clicked. I leaned my back against the door for a while as I continued to let my thoughts wander. Turning around, I slowly touched my fingers to the lock and turned it to unlock as silently as possible. Then, I pushed my door slightly open and peeked an eye out. My godfather was still at the kitchen counter, his elbows on the marble. And his hands were feeling their way around the silk lining of my underwear. Chapter Seven -VEA- Every step that I took was heavy, like I had lead tied to my ankles. I was walking to some hellhole early in the morning when the sun wasn¡¯t even up yet, when I wanted to be back in my bedroom, having the sleep of my life. But well, keeping up the damn charade was important. My godfather was only pleased when he found out that I had finally taken some steps to self-reflect, and the only reason why he thought that was because I had been going to those early morning sessions of church at school. I hated it with all my soul, but right now, it was exactly the thing that was keeping him off my back. Fuck my life. I walked, and though the tote bag hanging on my shoulder barely had anything in it, I felt like I was going to crumble under the weight. I dragged my feet towards the double doors of the church, and swung them wide open. I was completely dreading having to deal with the same boring people I saw all the time at these sessions. The more time passed, the more the wrath in my mind built. There was the disgraced former Head Prefect. On his knees, hands held up in prayer in front of the looming cross. The very sight piqued my interest, and I gently let the double doors swing closed behind me. I inched my way closer to him, and came up by his side. Dropping to my knees, I held my hands together like he was, and stared at him.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. He was in great distress. His eyes were tightly shut, and his lips were trembling, moving at a fast pace. He was mumbling the same words over and over and I couldn¡¯t make them out because of the speed. Large beads of sweat rolled down his temples, and stink wafted from his body over to my nose. ¡°Hey,¡± I said. He instantly froze, then turned to me with fearful eyes. After a while, the fear dissipated and I watched as calm took its place. ¡°Are you alright?¡± I said. ¡°What are you doing?¡± ¡°I¡¯m confessing a great sin.¡± I smiled. ¡°So am I,¡± I said, and faced the cross. And made the sign that I had seen so many religious people do. ¡°That¡¯s for Catholics,¡± he said. I looked blankly at him. There was a difference? He dropped his hands to his lap and sat on his ankles. ¡°I might¡¯ve sinned my redemption away¡­¡± he said in a shaky voice. I looked between him and the cross, and felt the fringes of boredom setting in. I turned to observe him again, and images of the panties I had slipped into his pocket popped up in my mind. I wonder what could¡¯ve been had it not slipped out of his pocket? ¡°So,¡± I said. ¡°I received what you sent me through the mail.¡± ¡°What?¡± he said, looking at me with confusion. ¡°The underwear,¡± I said. ¡°You sent it back last night.¡± He paused for a long while as the words that left my mouth sank in. ¡°Well?¡± I said. His lips thinned. ¡°I didn¡¯t send you anything in the mail,¡± he said finally. That struck me like a tight slap in the face. I froze for a moment as the realisation registered, and I blinked repeatedly as I looked at him, his expression a still one. And I watched as realisation of his own appeared behind his eyes. Chapter Eight -VEA- ¡°Umm,¡± I said, getting up. I swayed on my feet for a while, and tried to regain my footing. I brushed my hair out of my face, and still felt a little unsteady. ¡°Excuse me.¡± I laughed awkwardly, then spun around, heading for the exits. Bursting through the entrance of the church, I ran away to the nearest restroom. When I was inside, I poured some water on my face before I glared at my reflection. God¡­ Was this just going to be another repeat of my past? I didn¡¯t want to go through with transferring to another school again. It was so god damn annoying having to deal with so much administrative shit, and every single little thing I wanted to do in each town, I couldn¡¯t because it somehow always ended up with me having to move away with my godfather again. I couldn¡¯t trust that guy not to tell anyone that I was the culprit. I had assumed he was the one who sent the underwear back to me, and he shared my sentiments, but it wasn¡¯t him. I couldn¡¯t believe I put myself on the line to grab at the rare opportunity that I could make life entertaining with more chaos. What was I thinking? But if it wasn¡¯t him, then who did it? I had to find out. There was one way. I packed up my tote bag and beelined towards the school gates, leaving the campus before assembly had even begun. I couldn¡¯t be bothered with the rest of that school day, and I already had a lie prepared. I could just tell my godfather that I was on my period, and it wasn¡¯t like he could check to see if that was true anyway. On the way home, I thought of a few ways this could pan out, but none of what came up in my mind was a scenario I wanted to go through. I contemplated for a while, and a voice in the back of my mind returned, one which I had not heard for a long time. How about actually, you know, turning over a new leaf?Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. My lips split, and I let out a huff. When I reached home, I pushed open the front door and let the tote bag on my shoulder slide to the ground. I lifted the cover to the security cameras at the wall next to the front door, and pressed a few buttons. I didn¡¯t know much about the system, but I figured that I would get the hang of it soon. After a little more fumbling about, I finally gained access to the footage from the security camera outside my home from the past few nights. I clicked into them and scrolled to the time when I was sure I heard the knock on the door. Ruthlow. He was leaving the home to take out the trash, and he came back in soon after. I waited for a while, and dragged the circle across the slider to look for other timings. I couldn¡¯t remember when exactly the - More Ruthlow. Biting my lip, I wondered for a moment. Could it be? Was it him? I couldn¡¯t rule out the possibility. My godfather, I grew up with him and over time, he had grown accustomed to my antics. He knew my personality very well, and there were certain times where it felt like he could read my mind. Could he be the one who - Ah, there it is. The answer. It was the boy¡¯s mother. Look at the rage on her face! I huffed and slammed the lid of the security panel back down. I would be able to recognise her anywhere. She always had a wig on that you could tell from the other end of earth that it was definitely a wig, and her lipstick was constantly smudged in some way or another. Somehow, she had found out about my involvement in the disgrace they suffered in the community, and no doubt, she was probably seeking some kind of restitution from me. Tough luck. I began to walk towards my bedroom, when I suddenly froze in my tracks. I paused on the same spot for a few seconds before I backtracked to the security panel and flipped the cover open again. My fingers hovered over the buttons for some time before I returned to the wealth of videos stored in the system. I looked through that same video, and went to view the other videos too. I knew something felt wrong. In all the videos, there was the same exact vehicle parked not too far from my home. It arrived at about the same time of the day every day and the person would stay there for a few hours before they left. I had thought the vehicle in the first video I watched looked familiar earlier, like I had seen the car while on my way to the front door not too long ago. Turns out I really had. Someone was watching us. What did they want? I waited, and the hours passed. Soon, that same car arrived at the curb opposite ours and I was studying it from the side of the curtains. A thrill coursed through my body, and I walked to the front door. It was almost midnight. I left my home. To walk straight up to whoever was in the car. Chapter Nine -VEA- I stepped out onto the asphalt with my bare feet, just as the cold breeze from the night fanned across my cheeks and the chill covered my toes. My long hair flew up behind me, and I was still walking straight towards the navy sedan with clarity in my mind. I came up to the side of it, and tried to look inside, but the side window was tinted black. I tapped my knuckles on it. And waited for the person inside to roll it down. Instead of the windows winding down, the car door popped open. I took a step back and waited with bated breath for the person to reveal herself, but I gasped when I saw that it wasn¡¯t his mother. It was the guy himself. He was dressed in an oversized polo, and jeans that were also not fitting. His auburn hair was neatly trimmed, but I could see that he had not shaved recently. He blinked rapidly as he stood facing me, and his fingers were rubbing against one another like a broken doll. ¡°What are you doing stalking my house?¡± I asked. ¡°You - ¡° he said. ¡°You ruined my life! My family¡¯s lives!¡± I paused. Irritation pricked me, and I wanted to shoot forward to spit in his face. ¡°I committed no crime,¡± I stated. ¡°You¡¯re the criminal. Especially with what you¡¯re doing right now.¡± He gritted his teeth. ¡°You have to pay! Pay for what you¡¯ve done! Now!¡±A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. I smiled. ¡°Or?¡± ¡°Or I¡¯ll report you to the school and have you expelled!¡± he yelled. I didn¡¯t want that to happen. ¡°Don¡¯t do that.¡± ¡°You know what? I shall! I will, right this instant, with haste - ¡° ¡°Look, you don¡¯t know everything,¡± I said. ¡°You don¡¯t understand why I did it.¡± ¡°What?¡± he said, eyes blazing. ¡°Why did you do it?¡± ¡°I couldn¡¯t help it!¡± I said. ¡°I live everyday with scars from my past! I was wounded, and am wounded still. You don¡¯t know what kind of monster I¡¯m living with. My godfather - He - That monster has been abusing me from when I was only a toddler right up to this moment. The reason why I do shit like that is because I don¡¯t have a good relationship with sex. How can I, after what my godfather did to me?¡± Total lie. ¡°Wha - ¡° he began, brows still knitted. Disbelief was written all across the creases by his eyes. ¡°Do you know what he said when he was caught? You will never believe your ears. He told the person who caught him that if I wanted to explore and have sex, then I should do it within my own family, instead of searching outside it! Because there were so many bad people outside, and that if I sought sexual pleasure from inside my family, I would be safer. He was only looking out for me, he said.¡± Another lie. ¡°I didn¡¯t know at all, ¡° he said, and his brows unkitted, his back straightening to composure. ¡°Guess what?¡± I said, tears flowing. ¡°My godfather was never put away. He is still free to ruin my life. I was just trying to survive everyday. I¡¯m sorry I did such stupid shit. I¡¯m just sorry. I¡¯m just so sorry.¡± My shoulders shook as I cried. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I shouldn¡¯t have confronted you like that,¡± he said. ¡°I apologise. Please forgive me.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay.¡± He looked down at the ground between us. ¡°We should just forget everything. Let it all be in the past.¡± ¡°Y-Yeah,¡± I said, crying. ¡°Thanks.¡± He snapped his head towards the vehicle. ¡°I have to go.¡± I watched as he got in, and the car drove off. I waved at the vehicle as I wiped my crocodile tears away, then started towards my house to go inside and head to my bedroom. But I caught my godfather standing by his car, a water hose in his hand, right in the middle of washing it. He had heard everything. Chapter Ten -VEA- I observed the blonde model on the movie poster before me with my head tilted to the right, and my mouth sipping from the iced cola in my hand. She was gorgeous, because her cleavage was showing. It was easy to set my eyes on her, and I wondered if she also modelled for a few of the magazines I saw so often at convenience stores. ¡°Hey.¡± I turned to face the source of the sound. It was the ginger boy, and his hands were clutching onto a sprite and a box of popcorn. I smiled at him, and we walked together towards the theatre that our movie would be showing. It was some sappy romance that he wanted to watch, and I went along with it to see what kind of stuff he liked. He put the box of popcorn between his forearm and body, then used the hand that was freed to hold the door open for me. I walked in, and heard his footsteps thudding on the floor behind. We walked towards the seats, and he found where we were supposed to be sitting. We settled into the seats, and I took the box of popcorn from him to place it on my lap and begin eating. Gosh, I could only wish that I wasn¡¯t wasting my time. He had approached me at school one fine day, all cordial and still apologising profusely. He led me to the nearest pillar, then opened the bible in his hands to recite a few verses to me before telling me that God would free me from my pain eventually, either in this life or the next. So basically, please give me your loyalty without any guarantee of retribution on my end.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. I nodded with fervour, and even summoned a few tears to brim over. I waited for him to finish rambling, and he tucked his bible away before he told me that he wanted to take me out. Show me what it was like to have a real, good man in my life. I didn¡¯t know why I said yes. I was just curious, I guess. But now, here I was, in this movie theatre with him. I actually found it rather wild that things somehow developed in this direction. It was what I had been going for from the beginning, and to think things would fall into place like that? Well, maybe divine intervention was real after all. After some time, the movie began, and it was about fifty minutes into it when I began to grow really sick of the story. I kept yawning, and I could hardly keep my bloody eyes open. I had no idea why he looked so riveted every time I glanced at him, but I genuinely wanted to leave the theatre from the moment the first scene showed on the screen. But I stayed. I looked over at him again, and in the darkness, I took in more of the features on his face. He was not too shabby looking, to be honest. I faced the screen again, before a grand idea popped into my brain, and a grin spread on my lips. I stared at him, then let my eyes drop across his body to his hands, which were on his lap. I stuck my tongue in my inner cheek, then reached out my wrist towards his lap. And groped him there. He jumped in his seat, but he didn¡¯t move away. I let my fingers feel their way around the fabric at his groin, and the shape of his cock slowly pictured in my mind. I grabbed it, and began to make movements on it, going up and down a few times. It was barely a minute. When I heard a low groan coming from his direction and moisture bloomed across my fingers. My head snapped over to his groin to see what had happened. And I realised the dude had just come. My jaw dropped. I hardly noticed when the screen in front of me flashed to the next scene, and the woman was cradling her dead infant in her arms, wailing terribly over it. I watched the wet spot on his pants. And my laughter pierced the silence in the theatre. Chapter Eleven -VEA- I pressed the button on the remote control to change the channel, and the television did not pick up the signal. Clicking my tongue, I slammed the top of the controller against the arm rest of the sofa I was sitting on, then pointed it at the television again. It whizzed to life and switched to the next channel, and I dropped the controller to the empty space next to me. It was a while since I went to the cinema with that boy. He hadn¡¯t spoken to me for the rest of that night, and I was checking my phone regularly days after that but never got a text from him. I really wanted so badly to receive just one text from him, and see if that would also make me laugh, but I didn¡¯t get any. This channel was boring too. I reached for the controller next to me, and instead of touching plastic, my fingers connected with warmth. I looked down and saw Ruthlow taking the controller from my hand, and placing it on the coffee table in front of us. ¡°Yeah?¡± I said. He probably had something unneccesary to say again. ¡°We have to talk,¡± he said." Okay, so, now that you¡¯re finally dating a guy, there are a few things you should do.¡±This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. I roll my eyes. ¡°Let me guess, abstinence?¡± Oh no, we were going to have the talk? He reached into his pocket and placed a few things on the space between us on the sofa. Condoms. ¡°Use protection, Vea,¡± Ruthlow told me. ¡°Sure,¡± I said without a thought in my mind. ¡°I¡¯m serious,¡± he said, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I peeled my eyes away from the screen. ¡°I know, I know,¡± I said. Well, what he didn¡¯t know would never harm him. I was far beyond what he thought already. ¡°Do you have any questions?¡± he asked. ¡°I can answer them for you.¡± I watched the television for a solid few seconds before I picked up the controller to switch it off. I twisted on my position on the sofa and faced him. I collected my calves underneath me. ¡°I want to know,¡± I said, just as a grin spread across my face. ¡°How to give a man a blowjob that will rock his world.¡± My godfather watched me, stunned. ¡°Well?¡± I said. ¡°It really depends on how the guy wants it,¡± he said. ¡°Just give me some ideas.¡± ¡°Alright, for starters, don¡¯t use any teeth,¡± he said. ¡°And don¡¯t be in a rush. Suck him long and hard. And when he¡¯s close to an orgasm, it¡¯s nice if you make eye contact and squeeze his balls.¡± I was close to bursting out in laughter from the discomfort on his face. ¡°That should work on most guys, I think,¡± Ruthlow said. ¡°Thanks,¡± I said, and picked up the condoms. ¡°Any more questions?¡± ¡°Actually, yes,¡± I said. ¡°Shoot.¡± I looked up from the condoms at him. ¡°How do you put a condom on?¡± He froze. ¡°Show me how to put it on, Ruthlow,¡± I said. Chapter Twelve -VEA- My godfather never did what I asked him to. He basically just got up and left before asking me what I wanted to eat for dinner. I told him that I wanted steak, and that was what we had that night. Afterwards, I went to bed, and was surprised when I received a text from him. From the disgraced boy. I quickly replied and soon realised that he wanted to meet me again. I was more than overjoyed, because I found him the only way I had to kill time these days. We agreed over the phone for him to drop by, and I was fresh out of a shower that evening when the door bell rang and I immediately knew it was him. I sped out of my bedroom and headed for the front door, and opened it to him. ¡°You came!¡± I said. He smiled, then stepped into my house. Ruthlow smiled at him from his position behind the kitchen counter, still chopping onions. I closed the front door behind the boy after pointing him to the direction of my bedroom. He went on his way and as I trailed after him, my godfather gestured with his hands. I nodded, and gave him an okay sign to let him know that I still had the condoms he gave me. I disappeared into my bedroom with the boy, and he stood by the foot of my bed in his striped shirt with the same baggy jeans that I figured now must be the only pair of bottoms he has in his wardrobe. I climbed up onto the bed, and patted the space on it beside me. He hesitated a little, but climbed right onto that empty spot. ¡°I missed you,¡± I said, staring at him happily. He didn¡¯t say anything. And after I said a few sentences, I was growing restless. ¡°Well, say something,¡± I insisted. ¡°I walked around my lawn today, in circles, studying the behaviour of my neighbours and looking up to see if I could catch the sun changing its position across the sky. I wanted to spend enough time there, to catch it moving across the blue. But I ended up heading to the mall.¡±The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. I turned away. He continued. ¡°I went to the mall. I didn¡¯t know which store to go to, but I went in and out of a few of them. Found nothing of note to buy, then I thought I should head to the park, but I didn¡¯t know if I really wanted to go there.¡± I tried to interlock my fingers through his. He moved his hand away. ¡°I¡¯ve been wandering these past few weeks, lost. So utterly lost,¡± he said. ¡°You should¡¯ve invited me out,¡± I chided. He stared at me with an unreadable expression. ¡°I wish our circumstances had been different, Vea,¡± he said. ¡°I wish you didn¡¯t have to go through what you did in your past, whatever it was that made you have a bad relationship with se-se- ¡° ¡°Sex?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± I smiled. ¡°It¡¯s okay. Didn¡¯t I say that already?¡± ¡°I wish I met you at morning church, and we exchanged our phone numbers to chat with each other. Get to know each other better to see if we were a good fit for marriage. I would¡¯ve brought you to dinner, pulled the chair for you to sit down, and sent you to your doorstep after every date.¡± My mouth wanted to hang open. ¡°I wish,¡± he said. ¡°That we had gotten married, and I¡¯d become a pastor. And I¡¯d work in the day, and come home to you. And you would bear me many children that we would adore together, and every time I came home from work, there would be a feast for all of us that you prepared.¡± ¡°We can have that,¡± I said. Yeah, right. ¡°We should¡¯ve had that, but you know, sometimes things just don¡¯t happen the way you want them to,¡± he said. ¡°They would¡¯ve been the way I wanted you, had you not been such a s-s-s-s-s-s-slut!¡± he said, becoming breathless towards the end of his sentence. I laughed. ¡°You¡¯re laughing?¡± he said, a little spit flying from his mouth. ¡°You think it¡¯s funny? After what you did to my standing at school, after what you did to my mother, after what you did at the theatre where you actually - you actually dared to laugh when - when - ¡° ¡°When I gave you a handjob?¡± I said, eyes twinkling with humour. His gaze on me turned even more steely, and I rubbed the corner of my eyes with a finger to prevent the tear from dropping. ¡°I¡¯m sorry,¡± I lied. ¡°I should teach you a lesson right now.¡± ¡°Sure, go ahead,¡± I said, glaring at him. ¡°You can¡¯t even say the word - ¡° Suddenly, his palms were fused to either of my shoulders, and he pushed me down on the bed. The back of my head hit the mattress, and I gave a yelp. His hands were rough on me, and he was trying to tear my top away. The buttons popped off, and the shirt parted in the middle, which was when his hands began to rove to other parts - I screamed. Chapter Thirteen -RUTHLOW- I slammed the blunt end of the hammer across his temple, my breath caught in my throat. He stopped moving instantly, and Vea pushed his chest away. The boy collapsed off the side of the bed, and fell to the ground in a heap. I lifted the hammer in my hand, and saw blood staining it. I had been trying to put up a photo for Vea in her bedroom, and had left the hammer on her desk. I didn¡¯t think I¡¯d use it like this. ¡°Is he - ¡° Vea said, voice shaky. I dropped the hammer onto the floor, and my heartbeat roared in my ears. I walked over to the boy and bent down to him, placing two fingers on his neck just as a pool of blood expanded from his head. No pulse. ¡°Fuck,¡± I said. ¡°No way.¡± I tried again.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. He was dead. I walked away from his body, and paced up and down along the foot of her bed as I wracked my brain. After some walking, I sat on the edge of her bed, before getting up again to pace. I looked at the hammer, then at the dead body. I picked up the hammer, and removed some tissues nearby to wipe the blood off the blunt side. Putting it by the dead body, I began to pick up his feet to drag it across the floor so that I could cover it up more easily with some tarp that I would get from the basement - ¡°Ruthlow¡­¡± I lifted my head instantly, realising I had completely forgotten about her. ¡°Hey, hey,¡± I said. ¡°Let me handle this, alright? I¡¯ll make everything go away.¡± But she continued to cry more. ¡°I¡¯m so sorry.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not your fault.¡± Her crying became louder. I let the boy¡¯s feet go, and rushed over to her on the bed. Sitting on the side of it, I brushed her hair, and hugged her. She rested her face on my shoulder, and I felt the moisture from her eyes drenching my clothes. ¡°It¡¯ll be fine, Vea,¡± I said, patting the back of her head. ¡°It¡¯ll be - ¡° The next thing that happened made me tense up immediately. Because I felt a kiss on my neck. Chapter Fourteen -RUTHLOW- It had to be a mistake. It had to be. I moved away from Vea, and looked at her closely. Tears were still falling freely from her eyes, and an ache formed in my chest. I cupped her cheeks, and wiped some of her tears away with my thumbs. ¡°It¡¯s going to be alright,¡± I said. ¡°I promise you.¡± ¡°No, it isn¡¯t,¡± she said, covering her hands over mine. ¡°I promise you,¡± I said again. And she pressed her lips to mine. There was no longer any question. I pushed her away, and felt my stomach turning. ¡°Vea,¡± I said. ¡°You¡¯re not thinking straight. Just stop. I¡¯ll make sure this goes away and - ¡° ¡°No! No!¡± she said. ¡°This ruins everything. I can¡¯t continue like this.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll always be here to protect you,¡± I said. ¡°You are my godchild.¡± And I hoped that what I said would really sink in. Her tears didn¡¯t seem to want to stop. ¡°I - I - ¡° she said, and it struck me that she was at her breaking point. ¡°I was born out of rape, and - ¡° I cupped her cheeks again, but resisted the urge to embrace her.Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. ¡°And my first encounter was also rape,¡± she said with a trembling voice. ¡°It didn¡¯t happen,¡± I said. ¡°You don¡¯t understand! What if I¡¯m just going to end up like my mother? What if I can¡¯t escape my fate? And I¡¯ll die just like she did, and be abused just like her?¡± I shook her shoulders lightly. ¡°You¡¯re not going to end up like Gracie.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t - Is rape all there is to sex? I just can¡¯t - ¡° Vea said, and she was completely broken. I opened my mouth again to comfort her, but her fingers touched the hem of my pants. I immediately stopped her hand. ¡°Vea, please,¡± I said. ¡°I have to know that everything will be alright,¡± she said, glaring at me through teary eyes. ¡°I c-can¡¯t,¡± I said. ¡°Come on. You can¡¯t seriously be asking this of me.¡± She shook her hand free from mine, and grabbed my other hand, moving it onto her chest. ¡°Please?¡± ¡°I - ¡° ¡°I have to know. I need to know.¡± Fuck¡­ Her face was a crying mess. ¡°If you love me, you¡¯ll do this for me. Then we won¡¯t ever speak of it again.¡± A long pause. I sighed. ¡°You promise?¡± I said. ¡°I promise,¡± she said. My breath was suspended in my throat, and I touched her shoulder, guiding her down across the bed. I hovered my body over hers, and watched as the tears trickled down her temples to cause wet blooms on her pillow. She covered her hand on my nape, and my hand reached down to her left thigh to pull it up. I slid her panties halfway down her thigh, and didn¡¯t even bother to insert my fingers into her before I pushed the tip of my cock into her pussy. I sheathed myself inside her in one quick thrust, and fisted the sheets beside her head as I began to thrust into her repeatedly. Her hand flew up to grab the headrest as I thrust into her, and she gasped at how rough I was going. Her finger reached down to her clit, and she rubbed it as I fucked her. Her tears had dried up by then, and her face was contorted in pleasure. I thrust and thrust into her, and the top of her head smacked onto the wooden above her skull with each thrust I made. She let out moans of pleasure and pain, and my nails dug deep into the skin on her left inner thigh as I held it up to fuck her well. Her breasts moved to the thrusting, and in a few minutes, my cock shot its load inside her pussy. Chapter Fifteen -RUTHLOW- I tried to put it in, but I could hardly see. I rubbed my eyes again, but my vision was still blurry. I blinked repeatedly, and it cleared a little. I shook the keys in my hand, and brought them closer to my face. Fuck, I had been trying to use the wrong key. I went through the rest of the keys, and took the correct one. I moved it towards the key hole but my hand was so unsteady that I kept scratching the side of the locks repeatedly. After more rounds of trying, the key finally inserted into the lock and I turned it. I stumbled inside, the bottle in my right hand. It was covered in kraft paper, and the crinkling sound was getting on my nerves. I brought the rim of the bottle to my lips, and downed the rest of the liquid down my throat. The front door closed and locked automatically behind me, and I nearly tripped over the flat floor but managed to find my footing just in time. The bottle wasn¡¯t as lucky, and it shattered upon its impact on the wood. I paid it no mind, and hobbled towards the kitchen. I collapsed to the floor before the dishwasher, which was loaded a few days ago but I never had the time to turn it on. I put my face in my hands, and tried to summon focus back into my mind. But it wasn¡¯t working. I crawled across the floor to the fridge, and opened it with one hand, still on the floor. I reached in, and grabbed a can of beer. I rested my back once more against the dishwasher, and sighed deeply. I blinked my eyes a few more times, and ran my fingers over my face. Stubble was collecting and I couldn¡¯t be bothered to think about shit like making myself presentable. The can opened, and I took a deep gulp of it, just as images forced its way into my mind, and I felt weakness overtake my body. My muscles slackened, and I was never one to show weakness, but I could feel my eyes moistening. Fuck it all. I finished the can of beer, and reached into the fridge for another, but when I faced the front again, my eyes caught something. Vea was walking from her bedroom, and opening the front door. She took something from the ground before she came back in and walked up to the kitchen counter. She barely looked at me before she rounded the counter and removed the knife from the block. She walked back to the package and cut into the cupboard. It parted and she reached in to take the item out. She held it in her hand. It was a dildo. She took it and went back towards her room without speaking even a word to me. I glanced at her bedroom, and saw her door was ajar. I looked down at my arm which was on my knee, and inhaled. After a while, I sipped from the beer until it was half finished, and I slowly squeezed the can until it deformed. I closed my eyes and hoped sleep would come. Just as sounds of Vea masturbating filled the silence in my dark home. X-X-X The room was submerged in relatively dim lighting that had a yellow tint to it. The interior design was coloured primarily in earthy tones of green and brown, and the flooring was carpet. The moment I walked into the room, the softness under my feet made me feel like I was in a place that would deliver comfort to me.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. Now, seated in the dark brown arm chair, I had my elbows on my knees, and my fingers were interlocked. My mind was still as foggy as it was in the last few days, and I felt the beginnings of another craving to have a drink to dull my senses further. ¡°I know this is a safe place,¡± I said. ¡°I can speak whatever I want, and I know they remain within the confines of these four walls. I don¡¯t have to worry that my deepest, darkest secrets will get out, and I¡¯d lose the respect of everyone in my community. Here, we can explore.¡± Silence fell. I rubbed my fingers against one another. The AC was turned to its lowest setting, and yet I could feel the all too familiar wet heat spreading up my back. I cracked my knuckles a few times, and wondered if my fingers would snap. ¡°Right?¡± I said. The other person looked at me, and smiled. ¡°Yes.¡± I dropped my head to the carpeting. ¡°Good.¡± There was a pregnant pause again, and I heard the whirring of the machines around me. In particular, the low humming of the AC that sat in the far upper corner of the room. I ran through the same few lines in my mind. ¡°I¡¯ve done something terrible recently,¡± I said. ¡°Something unspeakable. Something that¡­ I¡¯m not sure I can say even in this room. Because I know even this confidentiality has its limits.¡± ¡°Why are you saying this to me?¡± I stared at the other person. I was still wringing my fingers. ¡°I - ¡° Words failed me. ¡°The purpose of this session is to get to the root of the problem,¡± I said. ¡°And pave the way to recovery.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± the other person said. My lips thinned. ¡°That¡¯s why we¡¯re here.¡± ¡°Well then?¡± ¡°We should start,¡± I said, and the hairs on my arm raised. ¡°How do we begin?¡± ¡°That¡¯s your job to know,¡± he replied. I nodded. ¡°After all,¡± he said. ¡°You¡¯re the therapist.¡± X-X-X This is it. That was my first thought the moment I answered the door bell by swinging the front door open, and came face to face with a pair of men dressed in blue. Policemen. My heart immediately sank to the ground, and my breath left me. I watched their austere expressions, looking at me with questions in their eyes. ¡°Mr. Ruthlow?¡± one of them asked. ¡°Yes,¡± I said, pulling up the facade of composure right away. ¡°How can I help you?¡± ¡°We decided to drop by to ask you a few questions¡­¡± the other said. Time was running out. ¡°Sure,¡± I said. I could already feel the slap of the cold metal handcuffs on my wrists. ¡°When is the last time you saw this boy here,¡± he said, holding up a picture. It was that guy I killed some time back. So that was what they were here for. ¡°I believe at church a month ago,¡± I said. ¡°Well then, where were you on 15 July this year?¡± The day of the murder. ¡°I was with my godchild, Vea,¡± I lied. ¡°We were watching television together.¡± ¡°Can she verify that?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± I said. They shared a look. ¡°The boy¡¯s mother believes that Vea has something to do with his recent disappearance,¡± one of them said. ¡°The two of them had their differences at school, but that¡¯s all,¡± I explained. ¡°Oh well,¡± the other said. ¡°She also mentioned something else. Vea apparently told her son some time ago that she had a rather, umm, unnatural relationship with you.¡± I turned to steel. ¡°What kind of relationship do you have with your godchild?¡± he asked. ¡°A parental one,¡± I said with a stiff smile. ¡°Have you ever had sexual relations with her?¡± I could hear time grinding to a halt. I stood there, smile still etched into my face. The world spun, tilting on its axis as I heard the same question over and over again. ¡°Mr. Ruthlow?¡± ¡°I hope you find the boy soon,¡± I said. ¡°Have you ever had sexual relations with your goddaughter?¡± Their voices became drowned out by the incessant ringing in my ears. My smile split further, and the tendrils of my mind came loose. I could barely make out their voices now. They were a deep buzzing, like my head was submerged under a body of water and they were talking right above the surface. ¡°Hello?¡± the policeman said again. I laughed. ¡°Please answer the question,¡± he said. ¡°No,¡± I replied. ¡°I haven¡¯t.¡± Chapter Sixteen -VEA- I was dressed in a body-hugging dress, and wearing nothing underneath. My cleavage was hanging out, and you could see the shape of my nipples through the fabric. There was no visible seam around my hips because I did not have underwear on, and I entered the pub with my long hair draped around my curves. Several heads turned. I walked down the side of the counter, and slid into a seat. Placing my purse down, I put my chin on my palm and waited for a few seconds. A guy came up to me and offered to buy me a drink. I flashed a charming smile at him, and accepted his kind offer. He sat next to me, eyes dropping down to my chest every now and then. He had an ugly moustache on his face, and I rambled on and on about the most mundane things ever, and watched in amusement as he tried to flatter me by behaving as if I was engaging. Well, sometimes you had to go through yap city to get to pound town. Our cups of whiskey arrived after a while, and I took it up to my lips, sipping from it. His eyes were hazy with desire, and I had him wrapped around my pinky finger. Setting my cup down, I smacked my lips before I parted my thighs slightly. And gave him a glimpse of what was between. I left my seat and picked up my purse, smiling at him. ¡°I have to go to the ladies.¡± And I left for the restrooms. But I didn¡¯t go into the ladies at all. I hid behind the wall leading to the restrooms, and watched the man. He reached into his pocket, removed a small plastic bag. He took a pill from it, and dropped it into my cup. I parted from the wall, and fluffed up my hair before I came back out and climbed onto my seat again. ¡°I¡¯m back.¡±This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. He didn¡¯t speak as I looked past his shoulder and waved. He turned around, and in that time, I switched our cups. He faced me again, and I picked up the cup nearest to me and finished it. He glanced at the cups, and didn¡¯t touch the one next to him. ¡°That was great!¡± I exclaimed, waving a hand at my face. He grinned at the sight of my boobs moving, and I went on and on about more stupid shit until finally, the minute hand ticked far enough. I rubbed my hand on my forehead, and shut my eyes. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t feel so great,¡± I lied. ¡°I think I¡¯ve had too much to drink.¡± ¡°Let me bring you back to your place.¡± ¡°No, I - No - ¡° I said, and hobbled off the seat. I swayed dramatically on my feet, and collided into his arms. ¡°C¡¯mon.¡± ¡°My head is spinning - ¡° I said, and pretended to be drunk as he collected me off my feet, and took me out the pub and right into his back seat. I sprawled along the back seat, my eyes still shut like I had passed out. I waited patiently as the streetlights went in and out of the cabin, and the car took a few turns and went over some bumps. Soon, it rolled to a stop, and I heard the man opening and closing the car door. Then, I felt my body being lifted up again. He carried me into a motel and threw my body on the bed. Grabbing onto my silver purse, I heard him throwing it to the floor, and I opened my eyes halfway to look around dizzily. ¡°Where am I?¡± I said. ¡°At home, honey,¡± he replied. I sat up, and saw the lit screen of my phone peeking out of my purse. ¡°No, I¡¯m not,¡± I said, trying to get to my feet. But he shoved my shoulders back and I went crashing onto the bed again. He climbed up over me, and slid the strap of my dress down one shoulder, pulling it down until my right breast was showing. ¡°Help!¡± I screamed. The man covered my mouth after swearing, and his hands reached between my legs to push my dress up to my hips. They left my body temporarily and I heard him unzip himself before his body flew off mine. Hurled into the dresser, the mirror shattered upon impact all over him. It fell down on his head, scratching the skin there until it bled profusely. He smeared it with his hands, staring at it, then glaring at him. Cursing under his breath, he escaped out the motel door and I never saw him again. I sat up on the bed, and tidied my dress up. I stared at him. Ruthlow. He had his phone in his hand, and it was showing the screen that was tracking my phone. I watched as he looked down at my purse, and picked up my phone. He threw both phones to the ground, then walked up to the foot of the bed. I looked up at him through smudged mascara. His expression was cold. ¡°What are you doing, Vea?¡± Chapter Seventeen -VEA- ¡°What are you doing?¡± I glowered at him. ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°What are you trying to do?¡± ¡°I was attacked - ¡° I said, and my voice broke. ¡°You came to save me again.¡± He just watched me in silence. ¡°Ruthlow, thank you so much! I - ¡° ¡°No,¡± he said. ¡°That¡¯s not it.¡± I opened my mouth, and only gibberish came out. He took one step towards me, and my head tilted back to look him in the eyes. ¡°I know you, Vea. Better than you know yourself.¡±If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°You know nothing,¡± I said, a tear rolling down my cheek. ¡°Do you seriously think that I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re trying to do?¡± I bit my lips. ¡°Shut up.¡± ¡°You set this poor guy up, and led me here on purpose. This was all your doing,¡± he said. ¡°You knew I¡¯d be tracking you, and you showed me where you were by screaming. You planned all of this - ¡° ¡°I didn¡¯t!¡± ¡°Vea!¡± he screamed. I jumped. ¡°What?!¡± Dead silence. ¡°Fuck you!¡± I yelled. ¡°You think my life is easy?! You think I¡¯m playing a game? You don¡¯t know anything!¡± He simply watched me. ¡°I have nothing! I have nobody!¡± I shouted. ¡°I¡¯ve never felt happiness in my life before! I¡¯ve never felt even the slightest life in anything I do! I¡¯m just a fucking corpse coasting through every day! You have no idea what that¡¯s like! You don¡¯t know anything! All I ever wanted is to know that all the pain is worth it!¡± He exhaled loudly as he bent to my eye level. ¡°You are just fucking insane, aren¡¯t you?¡± I glared at him, tears running down my cheeks. ¡°Fuck you!¡± Then sent a slap flying across his cheek. He straightened his back after recovering from the slap. ¡°This is going to end,¡± he said. ¡°Wait!¡± But he left.