Elliott's POV:
We pull up to my house. My sister is asleep so I carry her in. My mom is staying in the hospital for a few days and my uncle sent us home. He said he'd be back in a bit but wanted Parker to go to bed.
I carry her to her room and lay her on her bed.
She falls asleep instantly.
I go to the bathroom and jump in the shower. I let the hot water hit my skin and sigh with relief. The hot water feels great and relaxing.
I get out, dry off, and jump into bed and close my eyes.
...
I wake up to the sound of moans. I sigh, clenching my fists. I didn't want to interrupt him and his slut so I turn my music on low and grab my notebook and start scribbling words and numbers.
My uncle walks in holding a vodka bottle and gave me a dirty look, "Shouldn't you be asleep?"
I shrug, continuing to scribble numbers in my notebook.
"Well turn that shit off and go to sleep." He said, taking a slug of vodka. "You've had a long day and could use it."
"Its 10:27, why do you care? Why are you even in my room?" I asked. Better yet; why was he talking to me or caring about me.
"Cause I heard your music and figured you heard Molly and I-"
"Oh, so that's her name. I thought maybe it was just a nameless prostitute off the streets you picked up to have sex with you in your dead brothers house."
Rage crossed his face. he glared at me like he was gonna strangle me but instead said, "I just don't want you to tell your mom about it, alright?"
I shrugged. "How do you know I wont?"
"Because I might just do a little something to you if you do tell," he threatened.
"I'm not scared of you," I said crossing my arms.
He took a few steps towards me. I didn't do so much as flinch.
"You wouldn't dare touch the son of your dead brother, he just might come down and kill you or drag your drunk ass to hell."
"You should shut up," He said, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me off the bed. My notebook falls off my lap and lands on the floor. He scolds at me and lands a punch on my cheek. I cried in pain and tried to pull away, but that only resulted in more pain on my part. I felt a tear falling down my cheek as he pulled his leg up, pushing me onto my bed with it. He started choking me, his arm on my throat, cutting off all oxygen from entering. I gasped for air.
He started to forcefully remove my shirt and panic filled my veins. What was he doing?
He stopped choking me and started unbuttoning my jeans. I cried out, begging for him to stop. Tears were flowing in a gentle stream down my face.
"You wanna talk back to me again you little worthless bitch."
I shook my head frantically, gasping to breathe because I was shaking and crying uncontrollably.
"Stop!!"
He pulled off my jeans and then my underwear. "Please don't do this!!!"
His hands touched my penis and begins moving it up and down. And then moved his head between my legs and closed his mouth over it.
I let out a sob and breathing became impossible. He sucked harshly and even though I'm not gay I can't deny it didn't feel good. But I focused on breathing and not what he was doing to me. I tried not to cry or scream loud enough to wake Parker up. Where is that Molly? Had she left? Why wont he stop?
He began linking up and down but I just closed my eyes, shutting them hard, clenching my fists. I reached to pull him off but he pinned my arms down and he was too strong for me. I let out a sob and wishing that it could all end. Wishing my dad was still alive. Wishing for him to stop.
"Please, stop, you're drunk and probably don't even know what you're doing." I cry.
He just sucked harder and harder, rubbing his tongue along my penis.
He removed his mouth and then he wrapped his hand around my penis and started to stroke me slowly.
Suddenly I felt his breath back on the head of my cock. I gasped as I felt his tongue slide across the end of my meat. The warmth of his mouth caught me off guard as his lips wrapped around my shaft. I knew that if he continued with this, I would cum before wanting to.
"Please, stop. Stop. Stop!!!" I cried.
He didn't, he just kept moving up and down and absentmindedly, I let out a soft moan.
He stopped and groaned at me. I knew I had made a mistake.
...
Tears were spilling over the rims of my eyelids. I turned the light off and hugged my pillow. I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?
...
I fell asleep crying. I miss Natalie. And she can't find out. No one can find out what happened. I can't even tell my mom. No one must know what he did to me.
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Natalie's POV:
I wake up to my alarm. One of these days I'm gonna throw this thing out the damn window or something. But then quickly run down and get it and put in perfectly back in place cause im OCD and that's just how I am. Just like how all my posters are in the right spots on my wall and if someone were to move one, I'm scream and probably stab them.
I get out of bed and head to the bathroom to get ready for school. I'm glad Elliott is hopefully coming back to school today.
I run the brush through my faded hair and added a little bit of makeup.
I threw on a shirt and some jeans and slipped on my gray vans. I grabbed my jacket, bag, and phone.
I checked my phone real quick and saw I had a message from Elliott.
Elliott: Good morning beautiful c:
I replied
Natalie: Good morning Sadler cx
I smiled and slipped my phone into my bag.
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Elliott's POV:
I drove to school with a split lip and a bruise on my jaw. But the most damaged was on the inside. I never would see my uncle to do such a thing like this.
I managed to at least send a morning text to Natalie without showing I was hurting. But she'll see the bruise. She'll see my lip. She'll ask a lot of questions. People will think I got in a fight.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts, but regretted it immediately. my head started pounding and I couldn't focus on the road or anything, my ADHD started kicking in, probably cause I haven't taken my pills for two days.
I groaned and pulled into the school parking lot. I didn't pick Natalie up today cause she thought it was best she took the bus incase I didn't show this morning. I almost wasn't going to.
I parked and leaned back into my chair, covering my face with my hands. I can still skip today. I'm in pain and have a busted lip and a bruised jaw, I'd have to hide my face so it'd just be better to just stay home, right? But he'd be there. Or maybe he's out with another slut? He better stop at the hospital and not leave Parker alone.
I heard a tap on the window. I turned to see Natalie.
"Elliott, could you open up?" I reached over and opened the door.
Natalie slid into the passenger seat, rubbing her hands together for warmth. "I hate its almost winter. I don't like the cold." She set her bag on the floor and climbed over, enveloping me in a hug.
I hugged her back loosely.
"What's wrong?" She whispered.
"Just... tired." I half lie. I am tired since I couldn't sleep after what happened.
"Lies." She said as she pulled away, putting her cold hands on my cheeks. I struggled to get away so she wouldn't see my face but she was stronger than me. She turned my face gently towards her and gasped. "Elliott.." She said quietly, "Who did this to you?"
I felt hot tears falling from my eyes.
"Was it your uncle? You have never been hurt until he came. It was him, wasn't it?" She asked, inspecting my jaw. I flinched when she touched it.
"Natalie-"
"You can tell me, Elliott."
"I fell down the stairs. It's nothing."
She raised an eyebrow, "Lies. You did not trip. Elliott, what really happened?"
I sighed. I can't lie to her. "It.. it was him.. he came home drunk" I answered softly. "He beat me and then.." I swallowed hard, feeling the tears fall fast down my cheeks, "He.. He touched me.. he sexually touched me Natalie. And he wouldn't stop."
"I'm gonna kill that bitch."
"No. Natalie, please don't tell anyone." I beg. "Not my mom. Not a teacher. Not the counselor. No one. Okay?"
She hesitated and then nodded slowly.
I leaned over and wrapped my arms around her tight and cried some more.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and rubbed it gently.
"I just feel so useless Natalie. And all I see is darkness and pain. I don't like the darkness. The darkness scares me. Please take this darkness away lead me out of this hole of darkness."
"It will be okay, I'm here now. No more darkness." She said softly in my ear.
I nodded, knowing it would be okay as long as she was here.
