The next morning, I woke up early but did not get out of bed yet. Thinking about what happened yesterday. I got up from bed and went to my mirror by the table. I immediately felt sad, almost feeling depressed as I saw my cropped hair.
Previously, my hair was long, almost reaching my waist, falling like a waterfall when I let it down and did not tie it in a pony. It was so black, blacker than any black item you could ever see.
My stepfather said, on one of his very rare moments of kindness and sanity, that I got my hair from my mother. His only fund memory of my mother seems to be that even if my mother did not wash her hair for months, it would always look silky and vibrant.
But today, my silky and vibrant flowing beauty curtain had different lengths. Starting from above my neck, where my scars also started, to different lengths from below my ear to almost my shoulders. Some strands at the side were longer and some shorter. It was obviously cut without purpose. I sighed heavily and went back to bed. Closing my eyes again and letting myself sleep.
I was woken up by the buzzing of my cellphone which I have placed on the table the previous night.
I looked at the screen and saw that it was Kaylee, perhaps wondering why I didn't go to school.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?" Kaylee immediately asked.
"At home." I answered. I heard her take a deep breathe.
"I heard what happened yesterday. Will you be alright?"
Immediately, my eyes watered but kept my voice normal as I can.
"I'm fine. I.. I just can't face anyone of them anymore." My voice almost broke. I bit my lip to keep myself from crying.
"Would you like me to come over?" Kaylee asked.
"No. I'm fine. Let's just meet in town before I go to work?" I suggested. Not wanting to have Kaylee come and see the place where I live. She would be seeing the liquor bottles, cigarette butts, drug paraphernalia, condoms and everything else I was not able to clean up last night when I got home and is too lazy to clean up right now.
Aunt Candy and my stepfather always had friends over and they always grew wild as the night deepens. Which is why, I usually get in my bedroom after work through my window and stay very quiet, avoiding their drug or liquor intoxicated attention until I fall asleep.
I would never forget the time I walked in while my stepfather and some friends were in one of their drug sessions. It was so quiet outside the house and it was still early on, barely seven o'clock which was why I didn't think they were home. I walked in and almost immediately, my nose was overwhelmed with that strong scent of cigarette and chemicals burning. I almost gagged and was about to go back out but Ben, one of my stepfather's friends saw me.
"Ho.. oh.. not so quick little lady." He said as he held my wrist in a tight grip. He pulled me to where they were all sitting, and I saw that my stepfather was passed out on the sofa. I fearfully tried to pull my hands from Ben's hands but he held me tight. A male wolf, even in a drunken or drug intoxicated state is still a lot stronger than a fifteen-year-old girl who has not shifted yet.
"What do you want?" I asked Ben in a more confident tone than I was feeling. I knew what they were capable of doing in their state of mind and I was scared.
"Join us honey. Your mother used to join us." He said, pushing me beside my stepfather.
I held the hand he gripped. It had blue marks already and it felt painful so I slowly touched that part. I stayed quiet. I looked at Ben, sitting by the single sofa near the sofa where I was sitting beside the passed-out Ben. Two other friends of theirs whom I did not recognize was seated across from me. Looking at me with lust-filled eyes. Their gazes moving from my little breasts to my waist then move up again. I wanted to shake my stepfather to wake him up but I knew it would be no use. He was obviously too much out of his element. My stepfather at least, never looked at me in any sexual way and always told me to stay in my room when he anticipated having these sessions with friends.
This was the first time I ever encountered them in this situation and I was getting scared.
Anticipating my moves, the three men were obviously alert, waiting for me to get up and run, giving them a reason to touch or catch me.
Ben then got a bottle of liquor, pouring some on a glass then handed the glass to me. "Drink this. It will loosen you up." handing me the glass.
I reluctantly accepted the glass, looking at the dark color. The smell itself almost making me gag, and the dark color automatically repulsive to my taste buds even without me tasting.
I looked at Ben and the two others, then placed the glass on the table. "I can't." I said nervously.
Ben growled and quickly stood up, taking the glass from the table and advanced to me. He held me by the hair, raising my head then tried to pour what was in the glass in my mouth. I pushed his hand holding the glass with and the content of the glass spilled on my hips.
"No.. Please uncle Ben." I pleaded, holding his hand that was gripped my hair. I can feel the pain on my head as Ben roughly pulled at my hair.
I saw him motion to his friends with his head and his friends stood up. One of them pouring another glass of liquor and one came to grip my hands. As the three of them surrounded and gripped me, I struggled with all my might, screaming. "No please!! Uncle Ben please no!!"
They poured the contains of the glass on my mouth and I gagged, almost vomiting. Then one of them took the whole bottle. Struggling with all my might, I moved my head sideways, avoiding the bottle but one of them gripped my chin, pressing at the sides of my mouth then the dark liquid from the bottle was poured on my mouth. They only let me go when I wretched and obviously was going to bring out everything in my stomach.
They all went back to their seats, and I looked at my stepfather, still asleep despite everything that's been happening. Ben followed my gaze and smirked. "He's not going to wake up for a few hours yet hon." He winked and I almost cried in terror.
Both men across laughed gleefully.
Where was Aunt Candy? I wondered.
"Come here hon." Ben motioned for me to get up. Pointing at his legs. He wanted me to sit on his lap.
I stood up and ran to the door. But before I could even reach it, Ben had a tight grip on my hair. Pulling me back and letting me seat on his lap as he sat back down on the single sofa.
"Please let me go uncle Ben. I promise, I will never tell anyone." I pleaded.
"Huh! As if they would ever believe you. Who would believe a drunk runt? I own you now you know. I can do anything to you and no one would ever care." He was talking while his hands started to wander over me. First my neck then going to my small breasts, holding tighter as she tried to push his hands away.
"Don't you want this? We can have fun you know." He said, kissing my neck and whispering. I struggled with all my might, pushing his hands away and trying to stand up. When he tried to kiss me on my lips, I spat at him, slapping his face with all the anger I had.
"Hard to get huh." He stood up, gripping me across my chest and walked to my bedroom. I immediately realized what he was about to do and I struggled even more.
"Heeelllpp!!! Heeelllppp!!! I shouted. Hoping my stepfather would wake up. But he just rolled slowly to fully lay on the sofa.
Ben entered my bedroom and threw me on the bed. I quickly crawled to the far corner which is as far as I can go. My bedroom was very small. Just an addition to the house my stepfather added when aunt Candy came to live with us. There was not even a space between the bed and the wall on the other side of the bed.
Ben walked and got on the bed, easily reaching me and before I knew it, he tore my shirt and was pulling me to him. He forcefully laid me down, easily holding my hands above my head as I cried and pleaded for him to stop.
His other hand went to the garter my sweatpants and pulled them down together with my panties. Still holding my hands above my head, he slightly raised his hips to unbutton his jeans. I took the chance and kicked him on his crotch. He gasped and let go of my hands and I kicked him again, forcefully this time on his member.