We all turned to the sound of shouting coming from the living room and witnessed a fight spilling out into the hallway.
"For fucks sake I told you lot to behave." Kid stood and made his way out of the kitchen taking a large baseball bat with him, I wasn't sure whether it was for protection or to sort the revellers out.
I eagerly took the wraps from the young man that had just returned, and left using the back door to try and make a quick exit before the police arrived which was inevitable. I couldn't be caught here in a drugs sting, I'd lose my job for sure which also meant my home.
Walking through the garden towards the back gate I heard footsteps behind me and quickened my pace, I didn't want to have a fight with some junkie trying to steal my drugs.
I reached the gate, I could hear the footsteps were close and my adrenaline was now pumping making it difficult for me to open the bolt. I pulled harder and it caught my finger, "Shit!" It stung like a bitch but I didn't have time to worry about it, as the person following was nearly upon me.
I let the gate swing as I rushed into the dimly lit alley at the side of the house but I wasn't quick enough, someone forcefully grabbed my arm and swung me around. I was about to scream but a hand was placed firmly across my mouth as I was pushed against the wall.
A smile spread across my face as I realised it was Cade but my heart continued to race in its accelerated state, not because I was scared, I was excited, I wanted him and could see the desire in his eyes as he held me tightly.
He pushed his body against mine and I instantly felt his arousal digging into my stomach, I already knew he was big after seeing him in the shower but it was different this time, I could actually feel him although it was restricted in the confines of his jeans.
I knew Cade wanted me as both times I had given him a show he had gotten excited, he had blatantly turned Coco down on Friday, which also confirmed my suspicions. I could feel his breath on my skin sending shivers down my spine, I was yearning for him to touch me and although he was only a heartbeat away, he just stared as if he had an internal struggle with something.
"So now you have me Cade, what do you plan to do with me?" I goaded as I waited for him to make the first move. I was always the aggressor in my relationships, I preferred it that way but Cade intrigued me, I wanted to see what he was capable of.
"Turn around!"
I giggled unsure if I had heard him correctly, "What?"
He grabbed me forcefully by the arm and turned me around pushing me against the rough bricks. I quickly turned my head so that my cheek pressed against the wall and felt the sting as it grazed against the jagged surface but this excited me, I was captivated by him and wanted to see where he would take me.
He came up behind me and pressed his body against mine and I instantly felt the tingling between my thighs as I grinded them together, I couldn't believe how quickly Cade could turn me on without even touching me in my most intimate places.
Cade let out a loud sigh before bunching the material of my dress so that it was hitched around my waist, and took a quick intake of breath when he realised I wasn't wearing any underwear. He ran his index finger down the crack of my arse towards my sleek pussy before moving his fingers back towards my rear passage to lubricate my hole with my own juices. I knew what he was intending on doing and I would happily allow him to take me there, as that's the one hole that had never been violated, and I felt that I had control over.
Cade pulled away and I felt the cold air brush over my bare arse as I listened to the sound of him unfasten his jeans and sheath his cock before I felt his warm body pressed against mine again.
"Spread your legs!" He positioned himself behind me and I eagerly did as I was told, to make it easier for him to find his goal. I felt the pinch as he initially pushed inside me, but I kept still allowing him to adjust his position slightly so he could bury his cock inside me. It stung at first as it wasn't lubricated enough but as he filled me with more of his length, I acclimatised and could feel the enjoyment as he hit my sweet spot, and built a steady rhythm.
"Oh Cade that feels good," I moaned.
He roughly placed his hand over my mouth and I found it hard to breathe, "Keep your gob shut, I don't want to fucking hear you speak." He spat, as he continued to pound me.
His outburst shocked me but this only intensified the sensation and excited me further by the way he consumed me. I had never allowed anyone in my adult life to control me sexually but I found that I enjoyed it, I needed it.
Cade removed his hand and grunted as he pushed inside me again but I needed some friction on my nub in order to help me find my release. I placed my finger on my clit and moved it in a circular motion, knowing what I needed to get me off quickly especially with Cade fucking my arse. My juices were flowing and my arousal was encouraged by the noises Cade was making behind me.
"Cade I'm gonna come."
He pulled my hair roughly, which yanked my head back, "I said that I didn't want to hear your gob, don't make me tell you again Paige. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head and he loosened his hold on my hair but I found that I liked it rough, I wanted him to pull it harder. I continued my onslaught on my sensitive clit and I came apart convulsing against the jagged brick wall as I tried to keep quiet, as various parts of my skin stung from the friction against the rough surface.
I could hear Cade's heavy breathing as he increased his tempo and I knew that he was close to his own release. I heard sirens in the distance and knew that they were heading in our direction as I could hear that the partygoers had now spread onto the street, but the fear of being caught made this situation more exciting.
I clenched my arse cheeks around his cock, which was his undoing as he sunk his teeth into my shoulder and came, slumping his body against mine as he pushed me further onto the rough edges of the bricks. I found myself pursing my lips to stifle the whimper that wanted to escape.
Cade pulled out of me roughly and I instantly felt cold. I turned to see him remove the condom and tie a knot in the end before throwing it into the bushes opposite us. I quietly straightened my clothes as he pulled up his jeans and fastened them around his waist without making eye contact, which made me feel vulnerable, this was an unfamiliar feeling for me but was one that I didn't like and didn't want to experience again.
"Erm...the party looks like it's about to get broken up, do you want a lift home?" I asked as the situation between us was bordering on weird.
Cade shook his head placing his hands into his jean pockets and kicked a stone on the ground.
"Erm..okay, I'm going home then, I'll see you around." I said hesitantly as I picked up my handbag from the ground and made my way down the alley that led onto the street. As I neared the streetlight, I turned back towards the alley, but felt a pang of disappointment when I noticed that Cade had disappeared.
"Excuse me love you should move on, this is no place for a lady like you."
I turned to see a strapping young police officer looking at me with a welcoming smile.
"Thank you officer, I was just thinking the same thing. I just need to get to my car, it's the silver one there." I pointed to my vehicle and the officer kindly escorted me through the chaos, to make sure that I got into it safely.
Placing my hands on the steering wheel, I bowed my head and let out a loud sigh. What the fuck had just happened? Cade had some type of pull over me and I couldn't work out how or even why? I had enough going on in my life at the moment without him complicating things, and I knew that I needed to keep my distance, I'd created a barrier around myself for a reason and didn't intend in letting someone break it down so easily.
I took the short journey home to my shared house in Epping and noticed that Tiffany's car wasn't parked outside, which was a godsend as I could get high and not be disturbed. On entering the house, I glanced around making sure that everything was in order before scurrying to my bedroom, which was also my sanctuary.
I quickly pulled the plastic cont
ainer from under my bed and opened the lid carefully, to remove everything needed in order to inject the heroin. Opening the wrap, I placed the small block onto the spoon and added a small amount of water to it. I held the lighter firmly under the metal spoon long enough for the solid lump to turn to the required consistency.
Pulling on the syringe, the liquid worked its way up through the cotton ball until the brown evil liquid filled the syringe. I tightened the strap around my arm so that I could use my preferred vein and slapped it a couple of times until it jutted out of my skin.
I let out a long sigh as I injected the poison into my arm knowing that I'd soon get the buzz I so desperately needed, to forget about all of the shit I'd been through for at least a couple of hours.
I didn't want to be doing this to my body, this wasn't the life I wanted for myself but then as a young child I didn't suspect that I would be molested by my uncle.
Uncle Harry was an associate of the club with a larger than life personality and everyone's friend. If you wanted it, he could get it at a cut down price and because of that, he quickly became popular at every local boozer and helped the club with the odd job or two.
Maggie and Frank were heavily involved in the club at the time as Frank had been promoted to Secretary, wanting to prove his worth to the club, he worked extremely hard putting in a lot of hours. Maggie was required to do her fair share and became responsible for organising the functions at the club but having four children required a babysitter. Clubs usually looked after their own not allowing outsiders to take care of their children, so Uncle Harry became the perfect solution to their problem.
He took an instant like to me and called me his special princess. I remember liking this because up until the attention shown by Harry, Chloe and I would always be mistaken for one another, and we always came as a pair but Harry treated me as an individual.
At night, he would read us stories, allowing me to sit on his lap in the living room and would sometimes read to us in our bedroom. Harry would sit on the bottom bunk with me and read stories long after Chloe had fallen asleep, and made me feel special as I was allowed to stay up later than that of my siblings. Harry made it clear that this was our little secret, I wasn't to tell Frank or the other children as they would only try to stop our fun. Sometimes he would make up his own stories about a handsome king and his niece the princess who he loved very much. They would go on adventures and do all kinds of exciting things together and enjoyed each other's company.
It wasn't until I was eight when he touched me for the first time. Chloe had fallen asleep as usual and Harry continued to read me a story but this time he placed his hand on my leg. I didn't think anything of it at first but as he ran his callused fingers up and down my thigh, I remembered feeling uncomfortable and asked him what he was doing. Harry explained that sometimes uncles do this to their nieces because they love them, he asked me if I loved him and I nodded because I truly did. His bright smile and then his tight hug reassured me that this was okay, and it was normal to show people that you loved them.
After this incident, Harry tried to get me alone whenever possible but it was difficult for him with three other children in the house. He gave Jayden and Tyler a lot of freedom and they were allowed to stay out late, much later than Maggie and Frank would've allowed.
Uncle Harry had started to insist that Chloe and I were to have regular soaks in the bath before bedtime and was happy for Chloe to have hers unsupervised but he'd made up a story about me nearly slipping under the water the last time I was bathing, so I now needed to be supervised by him.
My siblings had great pleasure in taking the piss out of me but Harry had an ulterior motive, he would make me stand naked as the water slowly filled the bath watching me with leering eyes. If I ever tried to cover up my body, he would spank me on the arse, using either his hand or the towel. I also wasn't allowed bubbles in my bath water as he hated not being able to see me properly, but what he enjoyed the most was washing every part of my young body to make sure I was clean.
Bed time was becoming earlier each evening he looked after us and I remember him screaming at Chloe one time because she couldn't fall asleep quickly enough, he had become frustrated that he couldn't spend any alone time with his special niece.
Each evening I would lie on my bed, hoping and praying that Chloe would stay awake so the monster couldn't touch me but every night she would let me down and eventually fall asleep so that he could put his dirty hands on me and rub my legs and tummy. Why couldn't she see what he was doing to me? We were supposed to have a special bond, we were twins or did she like the fact that he liked me because it meant he would leave her alone?
Then that frightful night that will stay in my memories forever came, that night when he violated his special niece who he was supposed to love.
As soon as Chloe had fallen asleep the stroking began but this time I remember it being with a little more urgency than normal. He moved his hand up my body and around my tummy but proceeded to move his fingers inside my pyjama bottoms. I asked him to stop, I remember the salty tears that fell from my cheeks as I asked him to stop repeatedly, and the stinging sensation as he pushed his fingers inside me. I couldn't breathe but he didn't listen, Harry continued to hurt me until I couldn't cry any more.
The following morning he came into my bedroom and removed my bedding because it was covered in blood, he replaced the sheets and hugged me tightly telling me what a brave little girl I had been. I was stunned that he could act so normal after what he had subjected me to, and the lies that fell from his mouth to cover his tracks by informing Chloe, Tyler and Jayden that I had wet my bed. This obviously came with a punishment and I wasn't allowed to play out with the other children, which gave him another opportunity to violate me although I was still hurting.
The abuse continued and with it my mood swings got worse, I was afraid to tell Frank as Harry had manipulated my parent's perspective of the turn of events over recent years. I was portrayed as a troublemaker and my siblings started to hate me because I was moody and angry all of the time. I would purposely pick arguments with Maggie and I couldn't stand for Frank to come near me, let alone touch me because he was so similar to his brother.
I felt isolated and resented my family for not noticing the signs, I had no appetite and I became a loner preferring to stay home rather than playing out in the street like the other children.
Jayden was my only solace during this time, he knew something was wrong but I chose not to tell him, I didn't want him to think that I was dirty. He would allow me to sit with him in his bedroom, which probably saved me from more abuse over the years. We became close and Harry could see the relationship developing and took drastic action by offering Jayden large amounts of money, so that he could go out more and stay out later, so that I was totally isolated and had no one around for support.
However, the worse day of my life was still to come, Maggie informed me two days before my twelfth birthday that I was going camping with Uncle Harry. My mood swings had become unbearable and I had lashed out at Chloe the night before to try and vent some of my anger and frustration, so Maggie had decided that it would be a good idea to give everyone a break.
Uncle Harry jumped at the opportunity of taking me away but my protests and fallen on death ears as Maggie and Frank thought this break may give me time to reflect.
I remember the retching feeling in my stomach as Maggie waved me goodbye as we drove down the road, Harry had already placed his hand on my thigh and was rubbing it roughly before we had even left the street.
We didn't even go camping like he'd told my parents, he had a house in Norwich which he took me to and that was the night that I lost my innocence to the paedophile that was my uncle.
During the journey home the following day he continued to tell me that this was our little secret but as I sat in the smoky car next to the vile man that had hurt me, something inside me changed. The anger that had built in the pit of my stomach was slowly turning t
o hatred, I could feel the rage build inside and knew that I needed to do something otherwise this would continue and become my life forever.
I knew this was wrong, as he wouldn't have asked me to keep it a secret otherwise. Harry had explained that my family wouldn't even believe me if I did decide to tell, and they would probably send me away because I was a liar, but last night I had noticed that he had marked me. I had bruising between my thighs, and he had grazed my shoulder in a place I wouldn't be able to and I knew this was my opportunity to get him back.
I knew that Frank was part of a gang, I'd heard the whispers of death, guns and drugs over the years and I was prepared to let everyone know what Harry had been doing to me over the past four years and fuck the consequences.
As we pulled up outside my family home, he reached over and rubbed my leg again and I smiled. He also smiled obviously thinking that I was enjoying his affection until my smile turned into giggles, and the giggles turned into uncontrollable laughter.
Harry's facial expression quickly changed to concern as he watched me, unsure as to what was going on. I eventually stopped laughing and turned towards him to let him know that I knew what he was doing was wrong. He tried to blame me, stating that it was my fault for making him feel the way he did but he couldn't make me feel any worse than I already did.
Maggie and Frank made their way out of the front door and down the path towards the car, and I knew that I was now safe. I turned towards Harry and told him that there would be no more babysitting, he was to tell Frank that he was too busy and that he was moving away, and if he didn't, I would tell everyone what he'd been up to.
After that day we never saw Harry again, he moved that night and we only heard from him at Christmas and birthdays via post. I'm glad my threat had worked, as I don't think I was brave enough to tell people because I'd feel humiliated.
During the abuse, I had often thought why Uncle Harry would want to hurt me and not Chloe as we were identical. Had I just been born naughty and worthless? Did I encourage him like he'd said? I had come to the conclusion later in life that he had preyed on me because I was dispensable, Frank and Maggie had two of me so it didn't matter if one was used, dirty and broken.
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