“Yes, we love each other. I love Abigail with all my heart,” Colin states loud and firm, putting his arm around me.
My mother wobbles on her feet, her hand on her chest. I think she’s about to have a heart attack.
“I should've never let you come back here. You’re nothing but a disgrace, always messing shit up. Fucking no good, piece of shit,” Victor roars at Colin, his pupils dilating to the size of saucers, which tells me the devil is coming out to play.
“Dad!” His voice cracks at Victor's vile words. He’s told me that no matter how many times he’s heard his dad say those things, they still slice through his heart.
“I knew there was something funny going on. I should've never believed when you said you didn't have feelings for her. I want you to get the hell out of my house,” Victor yells, the bulging vein in his neck pulsates from his rage.
However, Colin doesn’t move from my side.
“I said get the hell out!” he roars again and storms over to Colin’s side of the bed. Victor grabs Colin by the arm and behind the neck, hauling him off the bed and to the floor. “Get the fuck up!” Victor kicks him in the legs and then yanks him to his feet. I look to my mom, hoping she’ll see and stop this madness. Instead, she stands there with her hand over her eyes modestly because Colin is naked.
Open your eyes! Fuck your modesty and look! I inwardly scream at her, begging her to see.
Victor shoves Colin to my bedroom door, smacking him in the back of the head. “I want you to get your shit and get out. You can live on the street for all I care.”
“No!” I shout, scrambling to keep the blanket around me as I move out of the bed. “Colin!” I’m almost to him when my mom gets in my way.
Colin manages to turn his head to me and mouths, ‘I love you,’ before his dad hits him in the head, and shoves him out the door.
“Let me at least say goodbye—please,” I beg my mother through my tears. She uncovers her eyes to look at me.
“No.” My mother grabs my shoulders and pushes me to the bed, forcing me to sit. “You’re never seeing him again and I’ll do everything in my power to make sure of that.”
“You can’t do this. Please.” My shaky voice pleads with her. Can’t she tell how much this hurts me? “I love him. So much. Please, I beg you.”
“You love him?” she quips with a mocking chuckle. “You are too young to know what love is. He’s twenty years old, Abigail. He’s just having fun with you. Using you. You’re nothing but a plaything. If I wanted to, I could get him on rape.”
“That’s not true. He loves me too. Please, you can’t do this. We’re only three and a half years apart. It’s not that big of a deal.” The tears pour down my cheeks like a torrential rainstorm and it’s making it hard to breathe. All I know is I have to get to him. The shouting from across the hall is getting louder and the words are getting harsher. I try to stand, but my mother pushes me back down.
“All you’ve ever done is fuck up everything. I let you stay here because you said you had nowhere to stay while in school, but I knew, I fucking knew, it was really because you wanted to fuck Abigail. Did you enjoy the thrill, Colin?”
“It’s not like that! I love her,” Colin yells, and there's a loud bang, making me jump.
“All that is,” he cackles menacingly, “is a good young fuck.”
Victor’s words make my skin crawl, and I glance at my mother hoping they will have the same effect, but they don’t. She’s too busy glaring at me, stewing in her own anger.
“Don’t you dare talk about her like that,” Colin growls.
“What, like she’s some easy slut?”
“Shut up!”
“I should’ve sent you to that military school years ago. God knows you needed your ass kicked harder. Your mother always fucking coddled you and if it wasn’t for me, you’d still be sucking her damn tits. You’re the reason we broke up. She didn’t have a backbone when it came to you. Drove me nuts.”
“SHUT UP!” Colin yells, and my heart aches, wanting to hold him, to get him away from Victor—forever.
“You’re to never be around her or us again. You hear me? Get the fuck out of my house and never come back.”
“Fuck you! I hate you! I hate what you did to me. Your drunken threats, your abuse and me having to keep your secrets. I wish I told Mom about that twenty-year-old you were cheating with behind her back. But you beat me good to keep that, didn’t you? Does Aubrey know about that? Does she also know about you bruising her daughter’s wrist?”
There’s a furious roar followed by an even louder bang. I’m sure Colin was just sent flying into a wall. I try to get up again and my mom pushes me back.“SIT DOWN!”
“Mom, the bastard hit him. Did you hear all those things Victor said? That's the monster that you married. Colin needs me.”
“He doesn’t need you. He’s a grown man. He’s lucky he’s only getting kicked out. He’s always been a disappointment to his father.”
What? How can she pretend she didn't hear that fucking hit?
“Don’t say that about him! He’s perfect, you don’t know him. That bastard is always bringing him down. He beats him, Mom. He’s hurt me once too.”
“Sometimes a person needs a smack in the head to wake them up and learn,” she says with absolutely no care. I wonder how this can still be the woman who raised me. “And I know about what happened on Colin’s birthday. He didn’t mean to hold onto you so hard, but you weren’t listening.”
SHE KNEW!
Fury burns through my veins knowing she didn’t care that he hurt me. She practically gave him the green light to do whatever to me. Now my tears are hot and angry, stinging my face. I’m not sure I can control the bottled-up rage in me for much longer. “That’s not what happened!” I shout and move to stand again. This time her hands come down hard on my shoulders making a whack to my bare skin. She’s holding me down and stares me down.
“You’re overreacting because you’re not getting your way. Now calm down.”
Overreacting? Talk about being full of contradictions today, mother. “No! I won’t.” I wiggle my body around like a madwoman, hoping to swing her hold off me. But I'm failing. “I’m just a child remember? He shouldn’t put his hands on me or Colin!”
“You know, Abigail, I didn’t think I could ever be ashamed of you. However, in this moment, you're a disappointment to me.”
“I'm a disappointment? You should look in the mirror, Mother!” My nostrils flare from the heat of my anger. “You won’t listen to your own daughter, to understand that I love him. It’s not that hard to believe.”
“I didn’t think I raised you to be so stupid and naive, Abigail. If I remember right, he had a girlfriend.”
“That was all a lie. We didn’t want you guys to suspect anything.”
“Right there, young lady, proves to me how wrong your thinking is. You know if you had to hide this it’s not right. You should know better than to be with your brother. It’s immoral.”
“HE’S NOT MY BROTHER!!” I scream so loud I think the house is shaking. “We didn’t grow up together and we don’t even share the same DNA or bloodline. We’re just two people who fell in love whose parents happened to get married. You can’t control that. But if you want someone to blame it would be YOU for leaving Dad and running off with Victor.”
“Don't you dare talk to me like that,” she fumes, pointing her red-manicured finger at me. What does she expect when she can’t even give me an ounce of respect and listen to me?
“How else do you want me to?” The adrenaline in me is plummeting, fast. What’s the point of fighting a fight I won’t win right now? Taking a shaky breath, I try to find a little more oomph in me in hopes she’ll hear me. “You’re keeping me away from the person that I love. You're telling me it’s okay for a parent to hit their child, no matter what age they are. And worst of all, you’re blind to see what a monster Victor truly is.”
“Oh, just stop it, Abigail. Victor isn�
��t a monster. He warned me about Colin. That he was trouble, but I wanted to give him a chance. Then what do you know? Victor's right, because I come to find him in bed with my daughter. As long as you're living in my house, you will not go anywhere near that boy. If I see him around you, I’ll have him arrested. Do you understand?”
“You can’t do this!” I cry, feeling all hope is truly lost now.
The front door slams and my mom finally lets me up to rush to the window. I’m just in time to see Colin storm off towards his car with a bag over his shoulder. I bang on the glass, hoping he’ll hear and look my way. but he doesn’t and hops in his car to speed away. “No,” I whisper, defeated, and rest my head on the glass.
“Seems he didn't fight that hard for you. You’ll thank me one day, Abby.”
“I’ll never thank you. I hate you.” I spin back to her, now tempted to start throwing things at her, just so she’ll get the hell out of my room.
“He’s gone!” Victor says, stepping into my room. His leery eyes, drawing up and down my body, and I tighten the blanket around me.
“Why don't you get your pervy husband out of my room?” She wanted to play the pervert card, well so can I. You married one. “I am still naked, you know?” I holler, but Victor just smirks behind my mother’s back, his eyes still trailing over me.
I think I’m going to be sick.
“Victor, do you mind?” she addresses him, rubbing her forehead. Thankfully, Victor is wise enough to turn and leave the room, but not without one final peek over his shoulder at me.
When he’s gone my mom steps in front of me and lifts my chin, holding it in her palm. The fight has now left my body. I didn’t get to say goodbye to Colin and Victor has officially broken the gauge on the creep factor.
“You're grounded, again. You will not be leaving this house till the end of time at this point.”
“Not that I have a reason anymore, anyways,” I mutter, my eyes refusing to look at her. She releases my chin with a heavy sigh.
“Your phone, computer, everything is gone too,” she adds, picking up my devices from my nightstand and dresser. My stomach sinks, knowing she’s taking my only means of communication to the outside world. When she gets to the archway she turns back. “You know Abbs, you’ll thank me one day.” With her final words, she leaves my room.
I’ll never thank her for this.
I’ve been curled up on my bed for the rest of the day crying and wishing somehow, I could get a hold of Colin. I feel like I’m in the dark ages without my phone or computer. We don’t even have a landline for me to sneak to in the middle of the night. If only I knew anything about messenger pigeons or Morse Code, I might be set.
I just hope he doesn’t think I’m ignoring him if he’s tried calling me.
My mom and Victor haven’t talked to me since I’ve been locked in this prison, and I refuse to come out for food. Not that I can eat anyways. My stomach feels like there’s a hundred-pound weight on it, and the thought of food makes me want to hurl.
My whole life has flipped upside down. I’m barely hanging on, and I have no idea how all of this is going to play out. I haven’t even had any time to process this whole baby thing before shit hit the fan. Now I’m stuck figuring out how to run away from this hell without being caught.
They have to send me to school on Monday, so I have to make my great escape then. I can call Colin from school to come get me. He promised me he would figure something out for us; I just hope he figures it out quick.
There’s a thunderous bang against my door, followed by Victor’s booming voice. “Open the door, Abigail.”
The noise makes me jump out of my skin, but I don’t cower. “Go Away!” I holler back at him. “Leave me the fuck alone.”
“Open the damn door. Now. Or I’ll do it myself.” He hits the door again and I swear it bends from the impact.
“I’ll only open it up for my mother. You can go the fuck away.”
“Well, your mother isn’t here. She’s still at work. She wanted me to deal with our little problem.” His menacing voice makes all my hairs stand on edge. I’ve heard him sound like this when he would fight with Colin. It’s evil and frightening and when the door handle wiggles, I fear I’m now in real danger.
The door flies open and I jolt out of bed as if I have somewhere to run to. Victor storms into my room like a hungry, snarling wolf ready to attack. Terror ripples through my body, and I find myself backed into the wall. I try to dodge around him, but he grabs my arm, and his heavy hand makes contact with my cheek.
My face stings and throbs from the force of his hit and tears water in the corner of my eyes. Despite the pain, I refuse to let this bastard see me cry.
“Do you know what you have done to your mother by being a trashy whore? She’s very disappointed in you and so am I,” he growls, inches from my face. The smell of the liquor on his breath makes me want to vomit. He’s drunk, very drunk. His eyes are twitchy, but his strength seems to be more powerful, despite the amount of alcohol that might be circling his veins.
“I’m not a whore,” I spit, even though I know I shouldn’t. His grip on my arm grows tighter, his fingers imprinting on my skin.
“Oh, I think I know a whore when I see one. The way you dress around this house, with your ass and tits falling out, and to think I used to want to believe it was for my attention…” he chuckles lowly, “but it was all a show for my son. How easy he fell for it…though I can’t blame him.” He runs a finger down my face and it makes its way down my neck, to my chest, cupping my breast in his hand. The bile rises from my stomach, and I try to get out of his hold, but it’s no use.
“I saw all the slutty pictures he took of you. Your body is so tight and perky. My dick liked what it saw. Your mother on the other hand not so much.” He clicks his tongue and pins his body into mine. “She wanted me to handle this situation since it was my son that deflowered you. I figured your bare ass could use a hiding.”
All the times he has said that to me come to the forefront of my mind, along with the memories of his creepy stares, my nightmares, and the incident in the kitchen months ago. Since he hurt my wrist, he's backed off, but those beady eyes have kept staring me down. I should’ve run away, anywhere after the first time. Let Colin hide me away. I knew he wouldn’t stop after the first time, but fear paralyzes me in my steps.
“My mom can’t see what a perv you are…” I hiss, still struggling against his hold, but he’s too strong. Why is this drunk motherfucker so strong?
He laughs. “Why would she? She thinks I love you like my own. When in fact she's so far from the truth. I couldn’t stand your ass, but it didn’t mean you weren’t nice to look at. Especially as you got older and your tits came in. I could imagine how tight your pussy was.” My stomach twists and turns and the bile has risen to my throat. His mouth moves to hover over my lips and I’m seconds away from losing it. “My only thing is, if you wanted to fuck a Wagner, why didn’t you just ask?” He pinches my nipple, and his erection pokes me in the belly. It’s like a release button for my stomach, and I end up throwing up all over him and me.
He backs away, dripping in my vomit. He’s seething, as I dry heave. “You fucking bitch…” He stomps back over to me and grabs me by the throat before he shoves me hard into the wall. My head makes impact with a whack, making my ears ring, and I slide down to the ground. “My son can’t protect you now. I’ll be back for your fucking ass, you little whore,” he threatens, kicking my legs so they fall flat to the ground, and storms out of my room.
Tears fall from my eyes. I rub the spot on my head that’s now pounding, and the bile threatens to rise again from the smell now hovering around my room.
I need to get out of here. I can’t stay. I don’t know what he will do if he comes back. I stand, and a wave of vertigo hits me, stilling me till it passes. Once I have myself steady, I change my clothes, not worrying about cleaning up. I’ll shower later when I get to Colin.
At lightning speed, I
pack a couple of bags, throwing some clothes in, and my keepsake box from under my bed. It has all of Colin’s gifts, notes, my journal, pictures, and my favorite stuffed animal, which I plan to give to my child.
I’m praying the bastard is in the shower, or now passed out, and quietly leave my room. I make my way down the steps, no creaking noises to draw attention as I go. I pass the kitchen, and I freeze when I spot my laptop open on the counter.
If my stomach hasn’t been sick enough already, it turns again. On the screen is a picture of me, that Colin took a couple of months ago after my mom practically called me fat. I’m in my bra and panties blowing a kiss at the camera. He uploaded the pics from his phone to my computer, so I could remember how beautiful I was and how he always saw me: Flawless.
Yet, now I'm going to wish he never did. Without any more thinking I rip my laptop off the charger and carry it out the front door with me.
Tamara doesn’t live far from me and I hope she’s home. Though I have no idea what I’m going to do if her parents answer the door. I smell horrible and look even worse.
I get to the house with the blue door and blue shutters, trying not to knock like the police before they barge in.
It only takes a minute for the door handle to turn and I’m relieved when Tamara opens the door. Her brown eyes widen in horror as she looks me over. “Abbs? What the hell happened to you?”
“I need to use your phone,” I say desperately and look behind me, nervous there's a chance that Victor has ended up following me.
“Yeah, come in.” She holds the door open, and I shake my head vigorously. I can’t go in there.
“I can’t let your parents see me. I don’t need them calling my mom or telling them I’m here if they come around.” I bouncing on my heels. I'm a nervous, chaotic mess, who’s head is about to explode.
Tamara peeks behind her and back at me. “I need to grab my phone. Meet me around back, but you need to tell me what’s going on.”
“Yeah, fine.” I waste no time after she goes back in the house and run to her backyard. Her yard has a huge white privacy fence wrapped around it, and if Victor comes lurking, he won’t see me. The only light coming from back here is from the house. I drop all my stuff on a lawn chair and rub my temples. My head and face are still throbbing from Victor’s hands. I could use a bunch of aspirin, but I’m not even sure what I can and can’t take now that I’m pregnant and decided I’m just going to have to deal with it.
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