Author's Note: I'm soooo sorry for not updating sooner =/ school and such is so time consuming L anyway, enjoy Chapter 12!
Imogen's P.O.V
I walked inside of the house, closing the door quietly. I didn't hear anything, which was a good sign.
I walked slowly up to my room and cracked my door shut. I collapsed on the bed and closed my eyes. Almost instantly, my room door burst open. I sat up to see a tall, gruff looking man.
My mouth dropped and my eyes widen. My hands began to shake.
He smiled devilishly and stepped in slowly, standing by the door.
"I'm your mom's boyfriend." He said huskily.
I swallowed repeatedly and scooted back against the headboard.
"O-Oh yeah?" I said shakily. He started to walk slowly over to the bed, the same smile on his face. He bit his lip.
"Yeah." He whispered. I started to breathe heavily as I grew more and more scared.
"TONY!" I heard my mother scream from the other room. The man stopped in his tracks and turned his head toward the door.
"Yeah?" he asked, clearly irritated.
"Come here!" she screamed back. He sighed and walked out of my room. I ran to the door and locked it quickly. I started to breathe shakily, tears swelling in my eyes.
"N-No. Noo." I whispered. "Please. Not again…"
Eli's P.O.V
I lay on my bed looking up at the ceiling. I was thinking about all of the terrible things that Imogen had told me that day. She was more broken than I had ever imagined. It truly broke my heart.
I turned over on my side, staring outside of the window. It was raining lightly. As I got up and walked slowly to the window, Imogen's tears burned in my memory.
I couldn't believe that I had let her go home to that evil bitch… but like she said, there was nothing I could do. I absolutely hated that.
My phone started to buzz so I walked over to the bed and grabbed it. It was Fiona.
I answered the phone and cleared my throat.
"Hello?" I asked hoarsly.
"Eli?" she asked.
"…Yes?" I asked back. I could hear her sigh over the phone.
"What's wrong?" she asked after a minute.
"Nothing." I said, no emotion in my voice.
"There is obviously something wrong. You, nor Imogen came back AND I got in trouble with Mrs. Hyser because apparently I wasn't 'watching' K.C and he set off the classroom's fire alarm!" she yelled. I sighed heavily.
"Not now, Fiona. Please." I begged.
"Fine! Call me when you get your head out of your ass!" she said before hanging up. I slowly closed my phone and closed my eyes.
So much was going through my head and I couldn't handle it.
I thought about calling Imogen but something told me not to. It was probably best just to let her call me if she needed me.
I sat by the window and watched the rain falling, and I couldn't help but shed a tear.
…
Imogen's P.O.V
I lay awake in bed staring at the clock on my nightstand. It was 12:43 am. All night long, I was sleep deprived due to Mom and Tony's disturbing moans. I was finally glad when it stopped.
I rolled over on my side toward the door when I heard it being cracked open.
Tony slowly walked in, a grin on his face.
"Are you awake?" he whispered.
"Y-Yeah." I stuttered. He walked to the foot of my bed and stood there. I instinctively backed up against the headboard, scared to death.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice shaky.
"You." He said, smiling disgustingly.
This twisted my stomach into angry knots and I already knew what was about to happen. He slowly climbed in bed with me.
I moved as far away from him as possible but he put his hand on my wrist, paralyzing me. My eyes searched his with angry fear.
"My mom won't like this." I said, my eyes tearing. He pushed me down and slowly climbed on top of me causing me to gasp. He kissed my neck and groaned pleasurably.
"She doesn't have to know." He whispered, kissing my neck again.
I started to breathe heavily, tears silently sliding down my face.
"Can you please stop? I don't want to do this." I cried. He covered my mouth and bit my neck causing me to muffle a scream through his hand.
"Just shut up and it will all be over soon." He whispered angrily. I started to cry quietly.
I didn't want to do this. I felt like I was about to die.
He removed his hand from my mouth just long enough to rip my shirt off. I whimpered painfully. He started groping my breasts, licking my neck anxiously.
"STOP!" I screamed. He pulled back to look at my face and then backhanded me.
"Shut the fuck up!" he hissed. I moaned painfully bringing my hand up to my burning face. He dipped down, tugging at my shorts as I eagerly tried to keep them up with my weak hand.
He bent my fingers back as I groaned in agony.
"JUST LET ME FINISH!" he growled. I shook my head repeatedly, still fighting back.
He wrapped his hand around my neck, gently choking me. I gagged, my face turning red.
"You seem like the rough type." He laughed, struggling to remove his pants.
"N-n-no." I tried to say, but I couldn't manage to choke anything out.
Seconds later, I felt him roughly push into me. The pain was overbearing. He kept his hand around my neck grunting and mumbling things such as "You like that?"
My mind shut down, the oxygen leaving my lungs as I slowly blacked out.
…
I woke up the next morning, the sun shining in through the window. I slowly sat up, my body aching all over.
I moaned weakly as I tried to stand up from my bed, just to collapse back on it. Of course my legs were painfully sore. I felt my eyes and they were lightly wet.
Last night after Tony was finally done with me, all I could do was cry.
My door creaked open again and all that came to mind was if Tony was coming back for more.
I turned my body forcefully toward the door to see my mom, a large bottle of Whiskey in her hand.
"Tony said you're not feeling well?" she yelled, taking a large sip from the bottle. I sat up and looked at my mother.
"Y-yeah. I think I'm catching something." I said, sniffling.
"Whatever. If you want to miss school and think you're just going to sit around on your ass, you have another thing comin!" she screamed.
"What do you mean?" I asked. She threw her bottle at my wall, the alcohol splashing everywhere.
"Get down here and clean up EVERYTHING!" she hollered.
How was I supposed to clean? I could barely move. I nodded my head.
"Yes ma'am. I'll be down there in a minute." I said tiredly, my eyes puffy.
She walked out, slamming my door. I groaned and attempted to stand up again. My legs felt like weights dragging me down.
"Ahhhh." I gasped, the pain between my legs unbearable. I thought back on older memories, of the many guys mom brought home. How almost ALL of them would come into my room and do things to me.
I had gotten so used to it by the millionth time, that I wouldn't even cry anymore. I'd just lay there and suffer the pain. It had been a few months since the last time she had a guy over.
Seeing that the molestation and rape was starting again, I had no idea what I was going to do. I slowly and painfully drug myself into the bathroom in my room. I trudged over to the bathtub and turned the hot water on, filling it up to the top.
I sat on the edge of the tub and just stared into the water, watching as the steam evaporated around the room.
Laying in hot water had always helped the pain go away so I just collapsed in there, clothes and all.
I lay underwater, my eyes wide open. After a while of just laying there, I came up. I moved my drenched hair out of my face and breathed heavily.
I could feel the throbbing between my legs slowly disappearing. I knew mom was going to come back any minute now and rant, so I quickly got out of the bathtub and let the water out.
I dried my hair and changed into dry clothes. I walked downstairs slowly, my legs still slightly hurting. Mom lay on the couch downing a small bottle of beer. When she saw me walking, she narrowed her eyes.
"Lay off the dildo's. They always make you walk funny." She screeched. I turned to her and frowned sadly.
"I'll try." I mumbled. She and I both knew why I would walk funny, but either she didn't want to believe it or she didn't care.
She ignored my response and got up, stretching her arms.
"I have to go pay the bills." She muttered, walking for the door.
"Mom, you're drunk. Do you need me to drive you?" I asked.
"No, you little bitch. Stay here and do your chores." She said, grabbing her keys.
"W-where's Tony?" I asked, hoping he was gone.
"He's asleep. Why?" she asked. I sighed angrily.
"No reason." I muttered. Mom mumbled things under her breath and as she exited the house.
I turned around and walked upstairs carefully to my room. I grabbed my phone and dialed Eli's number. It rang twice before going to voicemail.
Crap, I forgot he was in class. I slammed my phone down on the bed and walked back downstairs. The house looked a mess and I sadly had to clean it up.
I walked in the kitchen and grabbed the broom and dustpan. I started to sweep up the broken shards of glass from moms nasty habit of slamming her bottles to the ground.
The floor was sticky from all of the alcohol stains and the couch reeked of cigarettes.
After cleaning up all of the cigarettes and glass shards, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bucket of soap and water with a sponge. I scrubbed at the alcohol stains on the carpet until they were barely noticeable.
After a few hours of cleaning up around the house, mom still wasn't home. I walked tiredly to my room and opened the door only to find Tony in my room holding a piece of my lingerie and touching himself.
I was absolutely, utterly disgusted. He looked up and saw me, smiling.
"I was waiting for you." He slurred. I scrunched my face.
"You're sick!" I screeched, turning to run out of the room.
"Get back here!" he screamed. I desperately tried to run, my legs hurting worse than ever. I only made it to the top of the staircase before he pulled back into the room by my hair.
"Let go of me!" I cried. He slapped me across the face and spit in my face. He threw me on the bed, grabbing me all over. I tried begging him to stop, but he completely ignored me.
He mumbled nasty things as I lay there on the bed in no control over what this bastard was doing to me.
He didn't even consider the fact that I was still sore from the other night.
I cried to myself, praying the he'd be done with me soon.
And that's when the unexpected of the unexpected happened. Mom opened my door.
Author's Note: ahhhh cliffy ;) sorry this chapter was so short! It's a "filler" chapter, so the next one will be longer, I promise! Now I'm not getting too many reviews, so if you're reading, REVIEWWWWWW! Please? I'll cry if you don't ;) I love you guys!
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