“Probably because she thinks you’re losing.” I wave to his busted face.
My mother is a trained MMA fighter, my Uncle Trent in New York is her trainer, and she still leaves some weekends to fight there. I have never seen her fight and I don’t think I would want to, I don’t know how I would take it watching someone try to hurt her.
“Your mother is a vicious fighter,” he grins. “I saw videos.”
“She’s vicious.” I nod.
“Anything else happen last night?”
I fall back to the bed with a groan, “I hotboxed Riley’s bathroom…”
“Nice…”
“With Neil.”
“What?!” Carmelo’s exclaims.
“And then made out with Amelia.”
“Holy fuck!” He laughs and sits back on the bed. “How do you manage all this drama?”
“The Jones family will not leave me alone. They keep finding me.”
“Some would call that fate.” He stands again. “I need to get home and clean my face.”
“Your parents are gonna trip.” I chuckle.
“Or just call me a Torres.” He shrugs. “Like father like son, I guess.”
Not only was he named for his father, looks like his father, and acts like his father, but he’s reminded every day that he will never know the man. It breaks my fucking heart and I would assume makes him the way he is.
“I’ll see you in a few days.” He says as he heads to the door.
Right, Christmas. I nod and watch as he leaves, a slight limp in his gait.
I reach for my phone and open up the messages. I see the video there and my heart begins to pound. I need to open it and get it over with, then I need to contact him and find out what the fuck is going on.
I press on the triangle and the video begins to play. I see myself face down on his large oak desk and my hands are bound behind my back with his tie. Once again, I am completely naked. He liked to do this to me, tie me up, and take advantage of me.
The video zooms in on my exposed ass and pussy, my body shaking with fear. His large hand slaps my ass cheek and I can hear myself sob quietly. A tear slips down my cheek as I watch myself just a little over a year ago, being held against my will, and awaiting the punishment I knew was coming.
By this time, I knew the patterns, and just how he would ensnare me, I was utterly alone. I had no one to call and help me, because my family name was too important to sully. How could I expose this and keep my family out of it? My dad would kill him and then we would be known as a family of murderers.
No, I had to keep my mouth shut and endure it. I deserved it after all.
“Tell me Ivy,” his voice low and barely distinguishable. “Are you ready to be punished?”
“Yes.” My little voice shakes with terror.
The video stops but the memory doesn’t. That was the first time he spread my ass cheeks and fucked me there. I couldn’t sit for a week and during it all I barely protested, because I fucking deserved it.
My body begins to vibrate and I know if I don’t repress this shit now, I will need something extra to do it. Riley isn’t here to help with that anymore and I have no one else in this little fucking town. Besides my math teacher, I don’t know his number, and I really don’t think he’d appreciate a call during the holidays.
Neil quickly enters my mind but I shake it away, he would never want to touch me unless it was to kill me, and at this point, I’d let him.
I jump out of my bed and pace the room, I need to do something. My hands begin to get numb and my heart begins to skip out of my chest. I begin to smell stale bourbon and cigar smoke, feel sweaty palms on my body, and then the smell of sour sweat. I retch into my hand and try to breathe but it’s no use.
I run to my washroom and open the drawer, thankfully my family stays the fuck away from me, making hiding drugs in here easy. I pull out a small baggie of pills that’s been in here for well over two years, and tip out two white ones. I quickly pop them in my mouth and then swallow them down dry.
Please hurry, I beg them to work fast.
“Ivy?”
I groan and stuff my face further into my pillow.
“Ivy, I brought you some cereal. It’s the only thing I know how to cook.” Dahlia whispers.
I crack open an eye and see that it’s once again dark outside, I slept the whole fucking day. My stomach growls loudly and I turn to face my favourite Flower.
“Cereal?” I ask, my voice cracking.
“Sorry, it’s the only thing I can cook.” She repeats and my heart flips. I love this little girl with my whole soul.
“Thank you, Flower.” I reach for the bowl. “What’s everyone doing?”
“Sax and Daddy are playing chess and Mommy is gone for the night. Do you think she went to buy our Christmas gifts?” Her eyes widen with excitement.
“Probably.” I nod.
“Hey Dahlia,” Dad’s voice breaks up our convo. “Can you go downstairs and make sure Saxon isn’t crying too much about losing to his pop?”
“Okay!” She squeals and runs out of my room screaming Saxon’s name.
“Ivy,” Dad comes in and shuts the door behind him. “I need to know what’s going on.”
My mouth dries and my limbs stiffen as I begin to fear he knows things.
“About what?” I whisper.
“With you.” He sits on the bed and pats my leg. “We’ve been giving you your space but I’m thinking that’s not the right route.”
“I don’t understand.” I shake my head.
“You’ve been shutting us out since you got home, we let
