I ignore her the rest of the time they were there with me. They show me the images of my injuries and explain that the nurses took them for me in case I wanted to press charges against whoever had done that to me. They were right, "I want to press charges against my parents, and I want a copy of all those photos." I say pointing towards the photos they have in their hands and wait for their reaction. "We understand what you want but before we can arrest them, we need you to understand that we need more evidence or a witness." They explain.
I laugh bitterly, I expected that, and it is never going to happen. No one will ever stand against my father; they fear him. After everything I have gone through, I can't get a break. The doctor called child protective services when she noticed I didn't want and can't stand to be next to my parents. She wants me to be safe when I get discharged and she knows I'm not if I leave with my parents. I think she believes me when I said they are responsible for me landing here but it is hard to tell.
My parents are a convincing duo, they wouldn't be together if they didn't work well together. They kept coming every day and trying to barge into my room against my wishes. I can see them losing patience every single time they are escorted out by security. Every time they come back it pisses me off more and the angrier, I got. It was starting to get harder to hold myself back, something in me thirsted for their blood as much as I did. I can't and don't want to be anywhere near them.
Two weeks pass quicker than I want it to, and it marks the time for the feeding tube to be surgically taken out. After three weeks and every exam coming back clean, there was no reason for me to stay here so they discharged me. I didn't own anything in here, everything I had-was provided by the hospital, so I left it. The social worker assigned to me had signed all the necessary documents for me to be discharged. I was going to be taken to an orphanage until I emancipate myself.
"I need to go by my parents place to get some things and clothes. Can you take me, please?" I ask Sandra the social worker. She smiles warmly and nods her head. I have heard stories of some social workers, from some of the kids that were in the system. They talk bad about the ones they were stuck with. I'm thankful that the one assigned to me is great. I stare out the window as the scenery became familiar. I sigh silently as I feel my anger start to simmer.
I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, I hate this place with a passion, I can't wait to be out of here. She parks her car and turns the engine off. She stays with me inside the car waiting for me to make the first move. We are right outside my parents building. I open my door and close it behind me, Sandra does the same. "I can't leave you. I need to speak to your parents anyway, so while you pack, I will do that." She says as she walks beside me.
We both climb the stairs and enter the apartment that already had the door open. My parents and Stephen are having a heated conversation that immediately stops when we enter. I shake my head annoyed and walk towards my bedroom at the end of the hall. Sandra walks towards my parents and Stephen, the look on their faces make me stop on my track and I frown at them in suspicion. I know that look, they have something planned.
"Go pack Analiah, while I speak to your parents." Sandra says urging me towards my bedroom, they mask their expressions. I have a bad feeling about this, I hurry towards my bedroom and quickly start packing what little belongings I have. I run into my closet and pull out my suitcase. I throw all my clothes in it along with my toiletries bag and school backpack. I pull my extra cellphone, charger, my wallet and important papers from a hidden nook inside my closet.
The cellphone was dead but that was to be expected since I have not been home in a long time, so I will need to charge it as soon as I get to the orphanage. Everything I will need to go to court is in the cloud and I need to access it to be able to print it. "You know… you can't get rid of me that easily." I squeal in fright and turn around, holding my chest and take a step back away from him. How the heck did he sneak up on me without me noticing or sensing him?
I watch his every move, for each step he took towards me I took two back. "What are you doing in here?" I ask masking my fear. He smirks at me predatorily making me feel like a gazelle when hunted by a jaguar. "I came to help you and see you off." He answers but his eyes and tone sang another story. I took another step back and felt the wall behind me. I'm trapped, my fight or flight instinct kick in overdrive and I make a run for the door.
He grabs ahold of my hair as I run pass him making me groan in pain, my hands automatically try to pry his hands off my hair. He pushes me against the wall and traps me with his body. His legs are between mine making me feel exposed and vulnerable, each arm on either side of me blocking any way of escape. I hiss in pain when he pulls my hair roughly to the side to expose my neck to him unwillingly.
He sniffs me slowly from my right ear down to my collarbone, making me unwillingly shiver with disgust. A shiver he took for desire as I start to feel his arousal. "You always did smell divine Analiah…" he groans pleasurably, kissing my neck and making his sole purpose to leave as many marks as he can. "Let me go Stephen or I'll scream." I hiss pushing against his chest barely moving him, my stomach drops in panic. I'm tired of feeling defenseless, as soon as I can, I will sign up for mixed martial arts classes.
"You won't" he says smugly. "And why is that?" I ask annoyed. Where the heck is the social worker when I need her? I look towards the door willing her to appear as he keeps kissing me. I push against his chest hard and breathe in deeply to scream but his hand quickly covers my mouth. "Not happening." He whispers against my neck annoyed. I'm trapped… I don't know how to get him off me, I can't even kick him since he's between my legs.
"Your parents have help you know…" He whispers in my ear huskily filling my stomach with dread. I know they do; otherwise how did they throw me by that river seven months ago? They must have had help to have been able to get rid of me and somehow go undetected. "They are getting rid of the social worker and they will be gone for a while. So, you are all mine princess." He says as he bites my ear teasingly. His seduction falls short with me, he will not get a reaction from me, not now and not ever.
This can't be happening; I keep pushing against his chest with my arms, but this idiot is built like a tank. He is an extremely attractive man and if he were not known for being a well-known man-whore I would even consider him sexy but all he provokes from me is disgust and repulsion. It doesn't surprise me that he picks me up like a rag doll, all my one-hundred-and-thirty-five pounds of weight and five-foot four-inch height. He walks towards my bed as if I weight nothing, never stopping his assault to my neck and chest.
My brain is going in overdrive, I need to find a way to escape this brute and now. "Stop fighting Analiah." He hisses annoyed with me for squirming in his arms so he would drop me. "Stop Stephen, I don't want this." I beg and start pushing harder against his chest. I punch and kick him as well as I can, something quickly turning futile. He pulls my hands over my head and holds them with one of his. He tries to claim my mouth, but I close it before he can, I don't know where his mouth has been.
I turn my face the other way, to avoid his lips. I feel tears come to my eyes; I can't find an escape. I start silently crying as he rips my shirt down the middle to expose my breasts, he pulls my braw down and assaults them hungrily. "Don't move." He instructs when we hear someone come inside the apartment and call for him. I'm relieved for a second until I recognize the voice of the intruder. It is Samuel that came in and I know with every fiber in me, he is in on this and will not be of any help to me.
They planned this to the T and me wanting to get my things, I played right into their hands. Stephen got off me and adjusted his pants before walking out to talk to him. I quickly fix my braw, grab another shirt and pull it over my head. I grab my wallet and cellphone from the floor near my bed. I run towards the door and lean silently against the wall. Listening for anyone coming my way. I silently sneak out of my room thankful for once that my parents love this house as dark as night.
Samuel left the front door open and they are walking towards the kitchen. I run, I head straight for the door and don't stop until I'm outside. I bump hard against Marcos that was standing guard outside. He grabs ahold of me and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Stop! Let me go!" I scream loudly punching him in the back as hard as I can. I see Stephen run out of the kitchen with a panicked Samuel. He stomps angrily towards us and pulls me off him.
None of them would meet my eyes, bastards! Stephen covers my mouth with his hand, "Keep Joel busy and her parents too. Get everyone out of the building and get out! I don't want anyone in or near the building, do I make myself clear?!" he barks at them both in anger. Tears run down my cheeks as he pulls me towards my bedroom kicking and fighting. He threw me on my bed and tied my hands to the metal headboard. "Please, Stephen let me go." I beg silently.
He rips a piece of tape I did not see he had in his hands and walks towards me. "Do you have any idea of how long I have fantasized about this day? Of what you do to me? How many fights I've had with my brother over you? How many times I've had to withstand your mothers touch just to be able to get a glimpse of you?" He asks. "I never led you on Stephen, you know I'm not interested in you like that. Don't do this, please." I beg once more.
He tapes my mouth shut and takes his shirt off all the while staring at me. Daring me to look away, I do just that, I look away from him and towards my window. I tug on the rope around my wrists repeatedly trying to get it lose. My heart is beating erratically reminding me that if I do not find a way out then I will be raped. I feel him crawl towards me and I close my legs before he can settle between them. I sob…
"You're mine!"
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