Chloe's planning on meeting up with Rachel today, she heads towards the front door after getting out of bed.
"Chloe, I need to talk to you." Joyce called out, stopping her from leaving the house.
FUCK!
The teen rolled her eyes, walking towards the kitchen.
Chloe leaned against the wall, observing her mother cooking dinner while texting, "Hey mom. Who you talking to?"
"Your Uncle Derrick. He's coming to see us tomorrow."
Her eyes widened, "T-Tommorow! You know how much I hate him." Joyce let out a groan.
'Please, let's not start this again. He's on is only staying for a while."
"But, he's such a creep."
Chloe absolutely hated him ever since her father was killed, he's just a creep.
A disgusting, lonely creep.
"Don't say that!"
"I can't help that I hate him more then David, he's disgusting. I don't want to be anywhere near him!"
Chloe stomped out of the kitchen, leaving Joyce fustrated once again.
The brunette stomps into her room, tears rolling down freely.
She takes out of her phone to text Rachel.
Phone Conversation
Chloe: Hey Ray, I need to stay over yours if that's okay x
Rachel: Okay, why? X
Chloe: I can't talk about it, I meet you at your house at 12 x
Rachel: 'Kay x
Chloe chucks her phone to the side before lying down on her bed.
Sleep takes over easily...
""Chloe! Wake up! We need you down here to greet your Uncle!"
She growled as she opened her eyes, trembling with anger.
Honestly, she's gotten over what happened with him, kind of. Okay, it was still fucked up and she's trying to keep it covered up but all she wants to do is to give him a good old knee to the groin and a massive bruise on his cheek, and maybe a broken nose.
"Chloe!"
Fuck!
"I'M GETTING UP! JESUS!"
Chloe has never shouted like that, it seemed to have shocked Joyce and David.
She made her way down stairs still in her clothes from yesterday. The front door opened revealing someone similar looking as William.
"Hey! I haven't seen you in ages!" He greeted, he appeared to be extremely happy to see everyone.
"Derrick, this here is David. My newly wed husband." Joyce felt an arm wrap around her shoulders and she snuggled into her husband.
Finally, Derrick noticed Chloe who didn't seem happy at all.
"Wow, look how much you've grown! I haven't seen you in years! You're getting more beautiful every day I see you. Even if it's in pictures or in person." He smiled, complimenting the teen. Chloe ignored the compliments, only rolling her eyes.
"Whatever..." She didn't even blush.
David sighed, "We apologise, we've been having problems with her since her father died."
Derrick bobbed his head, "What a tragedy. I'm so sorry still, it must have been traumatising for her. It's messed up that I'm his twin."
Chloe turned away, walking away from the three chatting.
She need to get ready to meet with Rachel.
Inside her room, she texted Rachel a reminder while lighting up a cigarette to smoke.
She's taking a while to reply.
Chloe inhaled the fumes of the cigarette deeply, waiting for her best friend, Rachel to respond to her message.
Suddenly, the creaking of the door caught her attention. Her eyes dilated with anger, "Get out!" She snapped, her uncle stood by the door with his hands in his pockets.
He slowly shuts the door behind him, "I want to have a little chat with you." Chloe glared sharply, becoming aggressive.
"Leave. Now. I don't want you here, I don't even want to see you or touch you, you piece of sh-' She let out a cry of pain and shock when her head made rough contact with the wall, dizziness washed over her.
For once she was going to cry for David to come rescue her only for him to cover her mouth with his hand to muffle her screams.
"No one's here, don't fight me." He growled, pressing so hard that it could leave marks on her pale skin.
Chloe couldn't help but feel helpless as tears escaped without her consent.
He moved in, getting closer to her face, "It's so easy to get you alone." She shifted her head away from him as he tried to place his disgusting lips on her.
No matter how much she tried to get out of his grip, it was impossible.
She can't let this happen again.
"N-No... Stop." Her demands came out as terrified whimpers of mercy, she felt him press his lips on her reddened neck.
"Don't pretend like you don't enjoy it." He smirked, his breath going onto her skin, making her tingle and tremble.
Chloe attempted to escape, forcing herself to the side but he just grabbed her with ease, she pounded her fists into him.
He grasped her wrists and pinned them above her head to make it harder for her to escape.
"I don't... I'm not interested..." She lightly whimpered, as she watched him move down from her neck, "In men... I like Rachel..." Chloe protested, he didn't care, he wanted her so badly.
Derrick wanted to hear his niece scream and sob again, crying his name. Her scent was so delicious, it made him stiffen.
He moved one of his hands from her wrists to her jacket as he began unfastening it, Chloe didn't seem to fight.
Has she given up?
Eventually, he managed to get to her shirt as he began massaging her breath through the fabric just to tease her.
Chloe held back a moan, she held her breath to prevent it from releasing which made more tears drench her cheeks.
Derrick's hand shifted up her shirt and groped her breast roughly, making her cringe in pain and humiliation.
Finally, moved his other hand to her neck, pressing at her windpipe.
"This won't hurt as much if you do as I say."
Chloe was frozen.
She was fucking terrified.
He'll put her through hell if she doesn't do what he says.
As humiliating as it is.
She nodded reluctantly, holding back a sob.
"Good girl. Now lay on the bed, if you scream or fight I'll kill you."
Chloe quivered, there's no point in fighting. He'll do it anyway but it'll hurt more.
She lied down on her bed.
Chloe begged quietly, "P-Please..." She sniffles...
nothing but pain and humiliation followed...Derrick collapsed onto the bed, his hand on her breast.
She was still shaking like a motherfucker.
All she felt was pain and humiliation, like she's been contaminated.
It felt so good but hurt so bad.
How could this happen?
"Please... leave..." She quietly pleaded, panting heavily. No tears stayed, they left one by one, "I'm begging you... you win, okay?"
Just like that, he was gone.
When she was 100 percent sure he was gone, she let out a sob from the dirty act committed against her will once again.
This is all her fault.
She felt shame.
She's a slut.
Chloe wanted it
"Why?" She sobbed aloud, crying loudly as she tried to ignore the throbbing pain in there and inside her head.
Chloe's eyes fluttered open to eexperience the sun kissing her face.
She still felt so filthy.
the sound of pots clanking could be heard, "Chloe! It's time for breakfast." Chloe slowly pulled out of bed, eyeing her clothes scattered all over the place.
Chloe left her room to get into the shower, the moment she entered, his touch washed away but she could still sense it.
She could still feel his hands on her body, forcing her legs apart.
She resisted the urge to cry.
After just five minutes, Chloe left the shower and got dressed to get breakfast. Immediately, she saw her mother humming happily, cooking breakfast.
Chloe felt herself gag when seeing Derrick acting like he didn't just rape his niece. His fucking niece.
Screw breakfast.
She headed towards the front door, "Chloe?" Joyce called out, "David! Chloe is running out!"
David pulled himself off the couch and headed towards the door, "Don't worry, I'll talk to her." Without another word, he chased Chloe down the driveway.
Her face was streaming with tears.
"Chloe!" He called, Chloe turned around with a panicked expression. It just morphed into fustration when recognising the fellow following her.
"Leave me alone, asshole!"
Honestly, David was taken back by how aggressive and demanding the request was. If you'd call it that.
"You can't just leave the house. You scared the shit out of us."
"I DON'T FUCKING CARE!"He went to grab her wrist, just so he can bring her inside to keep her safe, Chloe slapped his hand away, "Don't touch me!" She bellowed, her voice echoing throughout the neighbourhood.
Chloe yanked at her hair, as if she's trying to yank a chunk out, "Leave me alone! I can't take it anymore!" David watched her in shock and extreme concern.
Did she take any drugs last night?
She can't have.
They cleaned up her room and she was inside all day.
David scooped her up to carry her in, she didn't show much reaction. Almost like she shut down, he carried her in.
"Chloe? Baby!" Joyce cried out, moving her singular dyed blue strand of hair away from her eyes.
"Mom... It hurts so bad..." She whimpered, trying to snuggle her mother almost like she's subconsciously moving away from David.
"Should we send her to the hospital?" David questioned, "I've seen almost every state of hers but this is new."
Joyce comforted the traumatised teenager, like she was rocking her to sleep, "We should see if she gets better, if not. I'll drive her to the hospital to get her checked for some kind of drugs. Just lay her in her bed, and I'll check on her every now and then."
Chloe could feel herself getting sleepy like she hasn't slept at all last night which is bullshit.
He carried her off up to her room.
David entered and carefully placed her onto her own messy bed, he moved the sheets to tuck her in so she's warm and cosy.
The sun set beautifully, it has been hours since she fell asleep. Finally, she woke up feeling just as empty and sick like before.
I need a bath. Now.
Chloe shifted out of her cosy bed to run a bath, she really needed one.