B e l l a ♣ A l b y
Beep! Beep! Beep!
What was this annoying sound? I wanted to sleep for some more time. The beeping sound continued. I opened my eyes getting irritated. "Argh! Stop it." I tried to sit up but I immediately fell back to the same position.
"Ama-Bella? Are you awake?" I turned my head from where I heard the voice from. Xanthos was sitting on a beige colour couch with his legs draped lazily on top of a black table in front of him. He was now wearing a brown leather jacket on top of a white t-shirt. I could see his built body underneath it. His dark brown hair was in a mess. It looked as though he ran his hands many times through his hair. I wanted to run my hand through his hair, It looked so soft. Woah, how can a person look this 'Hot'? Dirty thoughts! Dirty thoughts! Get out of my head. I bang my head on the pillow underneath my head only to let out a whimper.
Xanthos stood up and reached me faster than light. "Are you ok, Bella?" His voice was deeper than before, it sounded more alluring than before. He looked more built and taller than I last saw him.
"Did you complete your puberty today?" I remembered Natasha asking me when she thought my voice changed.
Xanthos looked at me confused. When he made a face of understanding, he let out a chuckle. "Oh uh no, sweetheart. I still look the same. Maybe these clothes that I'm wearing is making me look more built." He shrugged his shoulder. I looked at him narrowing my eyes at the word 'sweetheart'.
"Ok..so I am in this hospital for seven days, right?" He nodded his head, "So, that means a week. Wait! Do my um..family members know about this?" Oh god! What if they think I ran away!
"We informed your father about this and he said that he was out of town. He asked me to take care of his daughter. He threatened me that if any harm comes to his only lovely daughter, he will take my life. He even thanked me for admitting his golden child at the hospital." Oh? Really Father? Lovely daughter? Golden child? I laughed. Xanthos looked down at me; confused. He was not aware that he was indirectly demanding me to recover fast.
"Why are you laughing? Why the humourless laugh?" I shook my head negatively, muttering a "nothing".
"Yeah, he also asked me to call him when you come to your consciousness?" He was asking it because he wanted his stress reliever back. "Do you want me to call him and inform?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"Do whatever he told you." I kept my voice emotionless. I didn't want him to know that I was treated worse than a slave at home. I didn't want him to know the pain, the beatings that I was going through. I was sure when I reach home, completely recovered, I will again get beaten blue-black.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw Xanthos faces right in front of my face. What was he doing? Why was he so close to my face? "Mo-Move," I said getting startled. When he didn't move away, but got closer to me and lifted his hand. I closed my eyes.
4 years ago
I was sitting on the floor of the house's old attic, I was hiding. Hiding from the monsters. My stomach growled. It had been a week since I ate something. Weekly once I got a piece of bread and a glass of water.
I heard a knock on my door. I got excited and ran to open it. Today I was going to get my meal! Or maybe my saviour? I swung open the door. My excitement went down the drain. I saw three men around my father's age. They looked at me as if I was some piece of meat.
"Mmm, this girl looks hot. She's really a turn on," a man with a bald head said to the other two men. They both nodded their head positively.
"Yeah man, I just want to take her right now," another man with jet black hair muttered. The three entered my room. Are they going to abuse me? I stood outside my room; looking at them confused.
I suddenly got pushed inside the room. When I turned around I saw my father's figure standing near the door with his arms crossed. "Today, you're going to be of great use, bitch. You know I'm going to earn thirty thousand dollars because of who? You."
"What are you talking about?" I asked him with a shaky voice.
"Is my little daughter crying? Don't worry, you're only getting sold to the gang leader of great 27th gang. You're making me happy by doing this?" He motioned at the three men who were now behind me, "Tony, take care of my daughter. Take out your sexual frustration from here on. Enjoy Boys, Bye! my little bitch," he said waving his left hand.
He closed my room's door with a bang.
I turned around and saw all their eyes fixed on my figure. Why were they looking at me like I was some food? "Ah! you're going to be worth our money." The man with jet black hair made his way slowly towards me. "Copains, I am first and then you two can use her." Use her? What was he talking about? I got more confused.
(Friends)
"Hello chérie, I know what you want. Your father told you're sexually frustrated and want to release it out. So, here I'm to help you in order to deal with it." Sexually frustrated? Oh! Now I understood why they were here.
(Sweetheart)
I took slow steps backwards. I saw a slow sick grin climbing on his face. My back hit the wall. "I'm no-not sex-sexually fr-frustrated," I stuttered out the sentence. He stopped in front of me and began touching me inappropriately.
His fingers touched my cheeks then travelled to both the corners of my neck. His hands moved to my chest area. I tried to kick him in his family jewels. However, he squeezed me against the wall with his body. His filthy hands travelled all the way to my vagina. I squeezed my eyes shut. Tears fell freely from my eyes. I was too young to lose my virginity. My mom used to tell me we should save ourselves for our prince charming, For the one who will love me with all his heart.
I felt more than a pair of hands touching me everywhere. Was no one going to help me? A sob escaped my mouth. I opened my eyes when I felt my dress getting torn. No! This can't be happening, "Ple-please st-stop," I pleaded them. "I'm just-just fourteen. Why are y-" I got slapped across my face by the third man whom I assumed his name to be Tony.
"Keep your mouth shut," he said sternly before continuing whatever he was doing.
I felt sick. Very sick. I felt their hands roaming all over my petite figure. My bruises were burning as the wind came in contact with them.
I heard them moan. They were enjoying it but I wasn't. I was on the verge of vomiting. I felt dizzy.
I was pushed down to the ground. The bald man was hovering on top of me. "Stop crying, pouffiasse." (whore)
He took his clothes and threw them across the room. He moaned when his skin came in contact with mine. And then all of a sudden I felt pain erupt from my vulva. I let out a cry. I was shouting at him to stop but he just kept on moving. He muttered the word "Fuck".
I felt him stop after some time and got off of me. I felt someone on top of me and felt the same pain explode. Through my blurry vision, I saw the black-haired man on top of me.
"Ah! How I wish I could kiss your lips if it wasn't looking uninviting," he murmured while continuing to move. I started to lose my conscious. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt all my energy drain. I lost my virginity to some stranger who just wanted his desire to get fulfilled.
'I'm sorry mom, I couldn't keep my promise of saving it for my only love.'
With that thought, I lost my conscious.