He pinned her down. She pleaded and struggled. A stinging slap
across her face made her to whimper, she shivered as hot tears rolled
down to her ears. He tried to unbuckle his belt with one hand as he held
her down with the other. His eyes were blank, they had no soul in them.
Finally his belt came off, this time she got into a frenzy, another
stinging slap landed on her face, but that didn't stop her from
screaming. He got frustrated with her screams, he stood up, took his
belt that laid beside her folded the buckle end around right hand then
he went further to hit her on her thighs, twice and hard. She screamed!
"If you don't keep quiet I would use the metal part of this belt and
beat you silly", his eyes were red shot, she stopped screaming but still
sobbed. She trembled from fear and from the stinging pain on her
thighs.
"Now, that's good" He said smiling, he undressed her,
unzipped his trouser, he was on fours above her, he held her face, "now
would you allow me do what I want to do?” she nodded. He parted her legs
and forced himself into her treasure box, stealing her innocence. She
bit the bottom of her lip to hold back a scream of pain. First he was
gentle then he became vicious, she couldn't hold back the pain any
longer, she screamed, he moaned. Her cry of pain fell on deaf ears
After he finished his act, he stood up and looked at her, she trembled
and sobbed. “Why are you crying", she didn't respond, "answer me!" He
thundered, still no reply, he got angry, he took his belt and hit her so
hard with the buckle of the belt, it landed on her back, she screamed
and sprung up from the bed," where do you think you are going to?",
"nowhere ", she responded tearfully. "Come back here and lie still on
this bed". She obeyed, her arms wrapped around herself. He zipped his
trouser, put on his belt then walked out without even turning back. She
laid on the bed feeling resentment, pain, confusion and betrayal.
At
the restaurant, Luke was able to comfort Michelle back to liveliness.
They ate and talked. She brought up the issue of her securing a job
instead of just staying at home. He welcomed the idea and promised to
help her secure one.
She looked at her watch." we should be leaving now"
"Okay, yes ma'am"
As they stood up to leave he held her hand, "you deserve better, I
promise to stand by you and support you", she squeezed his hand gently,
"thank you Luke, I know you would". As they approached his car, he
noticed a scratch. He got closer and saw that it was more than a
scratch, a metal object was used to write a sentence which said ' DUMP
THE WHORE, OR SHE DUMPS YOU- Mark-EX'. He clenched his fist, Michelle
stood fixed to the ground, she couldn't believe her eyes and the extent
Mark could go to humiliate her. She felt guilty. "Am sorry about your
car" He turned to see her troubled face, he sighed deeply and got closer
to her "it's not your fault, besides I can easily take it off, come let
me take you home".
Hand in hand, they walked to the front door. He
playfully pulled her close " I’m already missing you my pearl", she
laughed " am still here Luke". "I know Mark treated you badly, but I
want you to shake it off, you have someone who appreciates and adores
you. You have me". She stepped inches closer, wrapped her hands around
his neck and pulled him Down to her lips. This time she took control, he
gave in as his arms went around her. The kiss was brief but deep. She
withdrew slowly "goodnight", "goodnight Michelle". He still lingered to
watch her go in before he walked away.
She wasn't hungry or sleepy,
as she walked to her room she reminisced on what happened earlier. She
felt bad that Mark was Lana's father. The house was quiet, Mal was
supposed to be with Lana. No sign of her or Stark. The house had an
unusual stillness. She felt a bit uneasy but shrugged it off. She knew
Lana would be sleeping or watching TV.
She got to the room to find
Lana folded, naked and backing the door. She wondered why Lana decided
to sleep that way. She took off her shoes and got closer to the bed. She
saw her teddy on the floor, she picked it up and placed it on the bed.
She noticed the dress Lana wore earlier in the floor, she got a bit
confused. The uneasiness she felt came back.
"Mom is that you?" her
voice was cracky. Michelle immediately got closer and pulled her to a
sitting position. She noticed the redness of her eyes, "are you alright,
why were you crying" she became extremely worried. Lana bursted into
fresh tears. “Oh my God! What is it Lana?", "Uncle Stark hit me on my
back and thigh". Her eyes widened "WHAT!". She examined her back and saw
a huge mark there with dry blood, she moved to her thighs and saw marks
there. She fumed, all she could think of was confronting Stark
fiercely. "Come let me give you a hot bath". As she tried pulling her
gently from the bed she touched something wet, she looked at her palm
and saw blood, her eyes went back to the bed and sure enough the bed was
stained with blood. Her heart raced. "Where is this from?" she asked.
Lana parted her legs for her mom to see. There was blood stains by the
sides of her thighs. Michelle parted her legs more to examine her
genitals. Her hand went to her head. “No, No, No. It can't be, not
Stark, it can't be Stark, I don't believe this". Everything around her
seemed to spin, she fell, "NOOOOOO!" she screamed.
She couldn't
think, she got up and rushed down to the kitchen, took a knife and
waited at the door. She didn't plan on reporting the case to the police,
she planned to kill him. Her eyes shifted to the furniture in the
sitting room. She took the knife and started destroying what she could.
She looked at the gigantic flat screen TV, she got a hold of a little
glass stool and smashed on the TV. Lana heard the noise, she painfully
slipped on her dress and walked with pain to see what her mom was doing.
Just then the door opened. Michelle stopped immediately, turned round
to see Stark looking dazed.
"You monster!" she walked towards him slowly, her eyes was blazing as she pointed the knife towards him.
"Why are you destroying my stuffs?"
"Why have you defiled my daughter?"
"I didn't defile her, she wanted it.didn't you honey?" He turned to look at the fear stricken Lana.
"You take away her innocence and joke about it" her eyes seemed as
though they were about to spue fire. He stepped back a bit when she kept
coming closer.
"Michelle drop that knife, or you would push me to do what I would regret".
She let out a dry laugh, " you've done enough already to make you regret, BEAST!",
"If you don't drop that knife, I would do the same to you and there is
nothing you can do" she got really angry and charged towards him, he
caught the hand that held the knife, he twisted it to her back firmly.
The knife dropped.
"Now who is in charge! “He said with an hint of
triumph. She managed to struggle free; she bent to pick up the knife. By
the time she raised her head up she saw a gun pointed at her. Lana
screamed and ran beside her mom. Michelle lifted her hands in surrender.
"Drop the knife" He commanded. She obeyed. Lana wrapped her arms around her mom.
"Stark let us go, I promise not to report this to anyone" this time her voice shook.
"No! I won't let you go, if I do, you would drag me to jail and I don't
want that I like the air of freedom", his eyes darkened.
"You are supposed to be my brother, why are you doing this to me, why Stark?" tears rolled.
"I am not your brother, your mother married my father and that forced
us to be siblings, now that they are dead, there is no tie between us",
"Stark don’t!",
"I don't want to go to jail ",
"Stark please don't do this ",
"It's already done!”
His thumb pressed the trigger! The sound wasn't loud but her scream
was, as she watched her mother hit the floor with a heavy thud. Her eyes
closed forever.
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Whoa whoa whoa....pls don't let this story end like this...sha do sumtin....evrytin everyword every scenario seems real.....thumbs up 4 u barbra....u just a blessed writter
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