by Sandra Raine
"He did ask," I announced and not to proudly.
Both my parents stopped eating and staggered simultaneous glances cloaked in a state of confusion. "And?" my mother pressed once she and my father's expressions cleared. She then glanced at my father unnervingly who returned the same unnerving glance.
"I said no." I said eyeing both my parents suspiciously.
"Why?" My father then interrogated, his tone unmistakably on the verge of a parental breakdown.
I cocked my head in regards to my father's question which felt like my snubbing on Dominic's invitation inconvenienced him like if he and Dominic were the best of buds with my actions threatening their relationship with my father now seeming more than just worried.
"Why what?"
"Why would you turn him down?"
I looked to my mother who, and to my shocking surprise, was sporting the same inconvenienced expression as my father's. It was very unsettling. I didn't get it. "'Cause I didn't feel like going with him." I said after an uncomfortable silence shifted sparingly between us.
My father tossed his napkin onto the table in a bout of frustration. I mean, was he actually pissed about me not wanting to go to the prom with Dominic? I mean, was I missing something here?
"Look, sweetheart," my father began to surmise but ended up instead being saved by his cell phone - it rang. My father quickly picked up his cell from off the table and stared at the number. Then he glanced at my mother in a state of apprehension. "Sorry, hon, I need to take this." My mother nodded with my father literally bolting from the dinner table.
"So what's his problem?" I demanded without realizing how rude I was behaving until my mother corrected me.
"'His' has a name, Jane. It's dad."
"Sorry." I said holding back an eye roll. "Hmm. . .So why is dad upset?"
"He's had a rough couple of months, sweetie. Business is slow. . .taking off, I mean."
"Oh, yeah," I nodded, remembering that he was making an attempt to resume his investment business a few months back. "Maybe it's the economy. . .you know, with it being broke?" My mother nodded in agreement. And I couldn't believe I was in actual favor of the economy being broke as opposed to flourishing with Dominic and the cousins literally making bank on my ass as I laid up spread eagled and on my back. "Maybe it's the investors?" I recanted.
"Hmm. Maybe that's it." she mused over her third glass of wine.
Another uncomfortable silence settled over the table but it was for only a moment as that, too, had been saved with my father rushing back into the dining room. "I have to go." He said breathlessly as crossed to my mother in hastened steps and kissed her lovingly on the lips. My mother smiled in her always understanding way particularly when it came to my father who I believed she was so totally in love with and supported everything he did even his leaving the house in the middle of dinner.
"Be back later. Bree. Sweetheart. Be good girls. Listen to mommy." he then said winking playfully at me and Bree.
"Bye, daddy!" Bree crooned before she giggled.
"Bye." I barely mumbled.
As I cleared the dining table of dishes it occurred to me that I could not remember my father ever leaving the house right in the middle of dinner in all my years of growing up, and this bothered me some. Maybe it was because a part of me actually yearned to confess why I did not want to go to the prom with Dominic while the other part of me longed for the company of a father even if we barely talked. Or, maybe I was just uncomfortable with the idea of my father not being around the house particularly when I "worked". . .Not that I was going to bump into him somewhere out there. I guess I just liked the idea of him always being home 'cause it gave me a great sense of security.
Chapter 33
Dominic phoned at exactly one minute after nine later that night.
"Yes?" My voice was flat, my hands were steady, my insides churned.
We're waiting.
"Yes, daddy."
He then hung up and I left.
"Why do you not want to go to prom with me?" Dominic groveled suddenly, and before I got the chance to settle comfortably on the front seat of his father's Bentley. I then closed the door with my head feeling lightheaded. Dominic's question had thrown me for a spin 'cause I had not anticipated on having a conversation with him about prom. So instead of answering him, I instead remained silent.
"Jane?" Dominic then said sounding totally annoyed as opposed to confound. I turned to face Dominic, to answer his question but I felt fear - fear of him backhanding me if I spoke the truth. So to spare such a cruel punishment, I shrugged my shoulders like some little girl being scolded for something she just wouldn't admit to. "I swear, Jane, if you don't answer me - "
"I don't think it's a good idea!" I fretted out loud. My gut pinched, and my fists curled. I was on the verge of punching something, anything!
"Why not?" Dominic pressed.
"'Cause I don't think it'll be a good idea. . .not in front of Justin, Josh." Dominic's expression suddenly morosed. Then, like a flash of lightning, not only had I realized I had caught Dominic completely off guard with my answer but I had insulted him, too; I just about bit off my tongue!
"Let me get this right," Dominic's tone suddenly altered to that of a slighted one. "You're worried what Justin and Josh might think about us going to prom together?" I bit my lower lip hard and nodded nervously. Dominic looked away from me and settled his bemused gaze over the steering wheel and onto the ceaseless quiet of my neighborhood. He was silent for a moment while I sat there with this fearful storm brewing deep down inside of me forcing me to panic 'cause my breathing hastened and my body began to break out in a sweat.
"Let me ask you a question." Dominic then said. His tone had suddenly hardened leaving me to cringe in my seat. "Just who in the fuck do you think runs this operation. . .Me or them?"
I shut my eyes hard at the same time choking back those dreadful, awful, fearful tears for even I sensed what was about to follow. I braced myself. "You." I whispered.
Dominic shook his head and laughed out loud. "It's obvious you haven't figured that part out yet, Jane. So having said that, get the fuck off my car!" My eyes faltered from the street to Dominic. I stared at him in absolute disbelief. "Don't fucking look at me like I'm some fucking idiot, Jane! Get the fuck off my car! NOW!" I jerked in my seat while my clumsy hands fumbled erratically for the door handle which was slippery in my sweaty grasp.
It took me a few gut-wrenching seconds to finally pry the door open. And instead of just casually walking away from the car, I staggered onto the sidewalk almost in a jogging manner. I could hear Dominic slamming the car door as I wasted no time hurrying down the street to get to my house to avoid him changing his mind. But in my pursuit to get as far away from Dominic and his impending rage and "work" ethic as humanly fucking possible, I ended up halting the loud clicking of my heels to a dead standstill right as Dominic swerved the Bentley out in front of me, crashing a tire against the curb and bolting out of the driver's seat. Then. . .my heart literally stopped beating. And my eyes. . .they just about plunged from their sockets: Dominic had a gun pointing directly in my face.
"Oh, my. . .oh, my. . .oh, my God!" And those words, like the worst of anyone's fears, breezed past my trembling lips like an utterance to the last of a dying breath.
"Get the fuck back in the car." Dominic seethed.
"D. . .Dom-in-ic - " and the unexpected blow to the right of my temple knocked me off the sidewalk and into a shrub. I quickly and unnervingly glanced up with Dominic hunched over me with the gun still in his hand. I cowered my face behind my arm and held my scream to an imploring whimper.
"G-e-t-u-p!" Dominic then fumed behind a set of perfectly gritted teeth but I make no attempt to move. I was too scared to move; too scared to lower my hand completely from my face as I feared the worst. But unfortunately for me, Dominic was not going to have any of my adversity 'cause he abruptly yanked me up from off the ground by my hair. I yelped as he first proceeded to slap me
. Then I yelped as he preceded to threaten me with the gun now locked on my face.
"You better shut the fuck up, Jane!" I bit back my tears, and nodded beneath my trembling fear. Dominic quickly ushered me back to the Bentley. And instead of opening the front passenger's door, he opened the back passenger's door and shoved me onto the backseat, slamming the door behind us. Not leaving any room for me to fight against him, Dominic then forced me down onto the backseat. In a bout of absolute rage he then hiked up my new dress high above my hips and ripped my panties from my body, prying my legs apart and exposing me beneath the brilliance of the moon shining down through the back window.
I had shut my eyes tight the moment I felt Dominic shifting above me. And without warning, particularly on my part, I felt something hard and cold then being brutally forced in between my legs. The natural of my inner reflexes cause my insides to crush down, and what felt like, over a steel mass now inhibiting my entire vagina. I immediately cringed from believing the foreign object shoved in me was a toy of some sexual perverse. My hands quickly latched onto the leather of both the front and back seats while my fingers burrowed deep within the material for leverage from the sudden discomfort. But then the bittersweet sound of a gun cocking inside me suddenly paralyzes me to the brink of pre-death - my eyes abruptly shot open to escape this harsh reality but then they suddenly froze within Dominic's demented ones already staring down on me.
I opened my mouth to scream but Dominic quickly slapped a hand over it. He then gently leaned over my face and forewarned. "Don't move, baby, understand?" I gulped back my saliva and stiffened an unnerving nod as those tears I had been fighting with cascaded down the rims of both my eyes. Dominic smirked down at me as if my grief was causing him some form of satisfaction.
From the luminosity radiating from the moon's brilliance, I quickly noticed that Dominic's eyes were not only wickedly wide, he had unleashed a side of his inner sexual demon I had never seen before, not even in the eyes of all the men who have crawled on top of me in the past to defile my open womb - not and nowhere near the same vicinity Dominic intended to do with me in this terrifying moment. I had come to the startling conclusion, as time froze before me along with the gun still coldly embedded in my vagina, I didn't need protection from Justin, or Josh, or any other male species. . .I needed protection from Dominic.
"It would be easy for me to blow this beautiful fucking pussy all over this fucking backseat and end both our miserable fucking lives, Diamond. However, and since your interest has become a great conflict in my operation with you, I'm forced to reconsider. The point I'm trying to make here, sweets, is that you either start understanding the nature of my business which is my business. Anything I ask for, you will do as I ask whether you want to or not. Do you understand the nature of my business, baby?" Again I nodded. "Now this prom thing. . .no need to flatter yourself. Do you understand that?" Another nod. "Good." Dominic then chagrined, removing his hand from over my mouth. He then cocked back the hammer on the gun and pulled it out from inside me. He switched the gun from his right hand into his left. With his right hand he unbuckled his pants, pulled out his cock and jabbed it into me. My entire body then tightened and I had to fight with myself to keep from screaming out.
Dominic wasted no time penetrating me, burrowing himself deeper and deeper within me. The rhythm of his vile thrusts were not as gentle as before when he was making himself comfortable up in my bedroom. No. These particular thrusts reminded me of Justin, of Josh, of the many men who paid to live out their grotesque fantasies in me. There was nothing polite about Dominic raping me. Nothing sincere nor sacred, meaningful and pleasant - it wasn't even casual. To me his fucking me was like sticking a stick into a hole and twirling it around and around just to see what dwelled inside. And it didn't matter if it was some creatures home, or just a simple hole in the dirt. I mean, it just didn't matter 'cause there was no purpose in it; it was just the sheer fun of it, you know, to stick things into holes.
Dominic suddenly stopped fucking me and quickly pulled himself out. And instead of ejaculating on my stomach as he usually did he instead hurled himself far above me and ejaculated all over my face.
At first I didn't know what to make of his action. All I knew was that I felt humiliated and dirty. I figured it was Dominic's way of making me pay for my snubbing on his invitation to prom. And if that was truly the case, then he succeeded in making me feel just that.
Dominic was breathless when he slowly edged himself off of me. He sat back up in the seat leaving me to clean my face with my dress. As I wiped away cum from my forehead, nose, cheeks and lips, Dominic slowly closed his eyes and tilted his head back against the seat. He was breathing heavy, and slightly gasping for air. And for a moment he sounded like he was going to choke.
But. . .
Dominic opened his eyes and at last calmed his breathing enough to pick up his left hand, shove the gun straight into his mouth and blow his brains out. His head jerked forward then back and the gun fell languidly from his hand to the floor.
I meant to scream from the disturbance of brain matter and blood literally covering every inch of the Bentley's back seat and windows but I couldn't 'cause Dominic was still sitting there seemingly lost in thought as I just continued to lay there on the seat ridding Dominic's filth from my face while loving every minute of my private and violent fantasy of him. Right then and there I figured a way to escape the horrors above me, below me, around me - all I had to do was lye still, look away, and drift into my alternate universe.
Dominic ran an anxious hand through his tousled hair while his other hand continued to hold the gun. A look of dissatisfaction grazed his face particularly when he turned and looked down at me.
"The next time you put your hands on my sister I'm going to kill you." I caught my breath when the gun bounced from his left hand back into his right hand. "Get up. Get dressed. Get out." were Dominic's last words to me, and I wasted no time doing all three.
Instead of rushing home to avoid another possible gun-in-my-snatch episode, I instead took my time and strolled home like strolling through a park, or crossing a field of wild flowers while my eyes marveled at the wonder, at the sight, at the brilliance of colors surrounding me when for the last several months my world had been nothing but black and gray. And for once in my miserable fucking life I was happy 'cause I finally found a way to escape Dominic.
When I awoke the next morning I felt refreshed as if I had taken a long peaceful sleep. I was up earlier than usual. And when Dominic and Tanya arrived to pick me up for school they didn't have to honk as I was already waiting for them out on the driveway. Neither bid me a "good morning", or thank me for not making them wait, and I don't take offense - I guess we were just neutral like that.
Chapter 34
June -
Prom came and went, and luckily for me, Dominic did not summon me to "work".
But come the following night however, Dominic had unleashed all Holy Hell on me: It was one motel after another, after another, and the combination of men didn't get any smaller, and soon my alternate universe began to run out of ways to harm, torture and dispose of Dominic and the cousins. I mean, I was only able to torture, burn, blow out their brains and role reverse them so much 'cause reality somewhere, somehow had finally taken a firm hold of itself and pulled me out from my macabre fantasies and back into that never ending nightmare of being Dominic's whore.
I took Dominic's "working" me in such an inhumanely fashion as another form of punishment for my snubbing on his invitation to the prom. I figured I had more than just bruised his ego, and he made it clearly obvious for the pain and the embarrassment and the suffering I had caused him. And my punishment wasn't so much because of prom, it was because I had insulted his integrity as "the Daddy" in his business.
By the end of the night, actually four-thirty in the morning, my body had given out before my mind could. And to make things worse I had school in less than four hours.
I had spent a bett
er portion of my day in Miss Walker's office napping on her cot, trying to recuperate my body which felt like a freight train had rammed through it, bottoms up. I fended "a bad period" to Miss Walker as an excuse to occupy the cot to avoid drawing up a red flag in her direction. But much to my misfortune, later that night, Dominic summoned me back to "work".
By weeks end I was literally crawling instead of walking. And the pain became so unbearable I was literally drowning in tears of agony. Dominic must've taken some form of pity on me by getting off his high horse - he summoned Tanya to call "the Doctor" and she made a house call to Tanya's bedroom Saturday morning.
The Doctor examined me with the slightest bit of interest toward my dilemma despite the unconventional swelling of my vaginal lips and ripped tissue around my rectum. She prescribed creams, antibiotics, and at least one week's rest.
"You haven't been by to see me, Nick." the Doctor then idly complained to Dominic as he was standing beneath the threshold of the bathroom. He had one hand leaned up against the frame, the other in his front pocket. His head was bowed. He seemed lost within his corrupted and ill-mannered thoughts to even notice the Doctor addressing him. Or maybe he was just ignoring her 'cause she did possess that alto valley girl voice which was rather annoying.
"Dominic?" The Doctor finalized like making one last desperate attempt to getting his attention before storming out of his life forever. She sounded overly frustrated. And her expression appeared inconvenienced by his lack of interest in her, too.
I curled back into my fetal position but not before stealing a glance at the Doctor who I honestly had never taken the time to look at her personally 'cause either I was in pain, or to dazed to even look at her. But today I'd come to discover that she really was a pretty woman, probably in her early thirties. She was tall and built like Tanya. And she was very conservative with her appearance: Her hair was up in a slick ponytail. Her face was powdered smooth. Her eyes were a dense blue. Her nose, buttoned. Her lips, thin and well refined. She smelled of Musk.