Warning: This story contains adult language, graphic violence, sexual
harassment, attempted rape, and sexually explicit themes. Reader's
discretion is advised.
Rating - R.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. Brett, Brynn, Cocoa, Braden, Meade, Madeline, Brent, Maddock, and other miscellaneous characters are all mine. Sweets, Morning Dew, Meow, Sprite, Spark and children of said characters own themselves.
Chapter 6 - The Past is Hard to Eliminate
She walked down the empty alley, waiting to meet her lover. In the middle of the night, it was quite unusual for nighttime activity to be at a standstill. Looking around her surroundings there was not a soul in sight. Even the night crawlers of cats and mice were absent.
Clad in a tight-fitting scarlet red dress, she looked like one of those women of the night. Women who exchanged love and passion for profit. With crimson-tinted lips, she strolled down the alleyway cautiously.
"Hello? Is someone there?"
No answer came. Once again she looked around for any signs of activity, of which again, none were present. Slowly walking down the pathway, she saw the shadow of a man; a tall figure of a familiar character began making his way towards her.
She turned around in glee as the man approached her. His face was shrouded in blackness as he kept walking towards her. His hat was tilted to the side and his build was muscular and solid. She knew this man all too well - his swagger, his build, his scent. With a swish of her hair and a smile upon her face, she looked at her lover with happiness and lust in her eyes. Once he reached her, he stood still, looking down on her small, but shapely figure.
She could not see his face, however, but that did not matter. She knew who this lothario was. In an instant, his lips came crashing down on hers without warning. There was something different about this kiss. It was not sensual. It was hard, rough, and bruising. His tongue forced his way into her mouth without fail and violated her oral cavern. When he pulled away from her, she gasped in shock.
"You will always by my whore, sweetheart."
Without delay, she began screaming at the top of her lungs, struggling to get away from her tormentor. Holding her arms and up against his body tightly, he pushed her up against the brick wall behind her. Muffling her screams with kisses, he powerfully held her up against the wall while pressing himself into her. In a fit of rage, she bit down hard on his tongue, drawing blood in the process. A hard smack came crashing onto her cheek. The assailant counterattacked with a bite onto the side of her neck, causing her to scream out in pain.
"God! Help me! Somebody, help me!"
He slapped her repeatedly until her screams became nothing but stifled sobs. He then held her up by her throat, forcing her to look into his eyes.
He fumbled with the front of his trouser before reaching down and lifting up her dress. She squeezed her eyes in terror, hoping that this nightmare would soon end. Fingering around between her legs, the attacker positioned himself between her legs and brought his face to her ears.
"Like I said, you will always be my whore, Sweetheart." Menace dripping eerily from his lips. Suddenly, with her legs widespread, she felt a sharp, savage thrust enter her. A piercing scream could be heard throughout New York......
"BRETT! BRETT! Wake up, sweetie!"
Sweating and full of fear, Brett woke up at the side of her loving husband. Jack pulled her close to his body and held her gently. "Baby, it's okay. You just had a nightmare. It's alright. I'm here."
Relieved by the awakening from her terrifying flight of the imagination, Brett calmed down in the embrace of her husband's muscular arms. Jack held her tight, leaning his head on top of hers until she was sleeping. Her fear was so intense that he could almost hear the rapid sounds of her beating heart as well as the feel of the vibration of her body with each beat.
~
***Three weeks later***
Jack decided to spend some quality time with his family in the park. It had been quite a while since the kids went out to play among the scores of children in the Manhattan area in the middle of green scenery and now was the perfect opportunity for such activities. The weather was about to change and he wanted to watch his children enjoy themselves once more before the cold, frigid air engulfed New York City.
Sitting on a bench, hand in hand, Jack and Brett observed the spectacle before them as any loving pair of parents would. Nearby other couples were doing the same thing while heavily merged in deep conversation.
"Do ya wanna have another one?"
"What?" Brett asked in confusion.
"Do ya wanna have another one? Another child?"
Brett just smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. "I don't think so, Jack. Three is enough for me."
Jack smiled. "I know, baby. It's just dat our kids are growing up before our eyes so fast. I wonder what we are going to do with each other when they are grown and out of the house with their own brood to tend to."
Brett moved closer to Jack, hugging him. "I know, Jack. But for right now I can only deal with four kids. I don't need a fifth one."
"Four?"
"Yep. You're a big baby sometimes!"
"Oh, you're gonna pay for dat, babe!" Jack said as he began a massive tickling session on her like he always did whenever she teased him.
Several people around them were enjoying themselves with their children, friends, and significant others as they were having themselves a good time. As Brett was on her back on the bench, she looked up at a couple who were engaging themselves in a session of heavy petting. The woman was dark- haired and had a rather handsome companion with her, who was currently nuzzling her neck. She could not make out the man's face, seeing him in an upside-down view. Soon, Jack halted his tickling attack and pulled her into an upright position.
He started molesting his "date" salaciously and ferociously in front of her. "How rude!" stated one woman who was out with her young granddaughter visiting the park. She immediately grabbed the girl's hand and proceeded to leave the lovers to their own devices.
"Why don't you get a room!?" yelled an older man who was passing by the couple as they continued to grope and fondle each other in public. Jack and Brett looked over to see the couple the older man had just addressed and, much to Brett's chagrin, she recognized the man.
The dark hair, the dark eyes, the slightly tanned skin. Yes, she knew who this was. As his lips roamed the skin of the woman that was in his grasp, he caught sight of Brett looking at him. He began rubbing the woman's clothed breast as she leaned her head back to give him access to her neck.
"You taste like strawberries and ice cream." He tells her as he continues to make out with her. Brett turned her head out of disgust and anguish. She remembered all too well how he used to touch and stroke her when they were a couple. Unfortunately, she remembered. She did not want to remember. However, it did not matter as much. Jack was the man in her life. Braden could never touch or make love to her the way Jack could. If anything, that was the one of the main areas where Jack surpassed Braden, on many levels.
An elicit moan could be heard from a distance as the duo continued their amorous assault on one another. The female cohort began rubbing the chest of her lover as she kissed him hungrily, while moving her hands down, settling themselves between his legs. This was the last straw for Brett.
"Hey, remember when we used to make out like dat in Irving Hall while watching Medda perform?" Jack asked.
"Jack, let's go. I want to go." Jack looked at her with slight confusion.
"Why? The kids are having so much fun. Are you sure you wanna leave now? We've just started having fun ourselves."
Brett sternly looked at him, showing that she was serious. He quickly turned his attention to his children, who were running around chasing other children on the grounds and signaled for them to come over to the bench.
"Oh, daddy! I was having such a good time!" said Madeline.
"I know, sweetie, but we have to go now. We'll come back later, alright?"
Madeline nodded her head and took hold of Jack's hand. Brett ordered Meade to take Brent's hand as she gathered herself together. The family of five swiftly left the park, with Brett hoping that the bane of her existence would vanish.
~
The following days were a daze for Brett. She did her daily duties of normal life, but the spontaneity in her disposition was absent. She wasn't as talkative as she normally was, she wasn't as active in her children's lives as much, and she became accident prone all of a sudden.
Jack noticed these new traits in Brett and he wanted to know what was going on. Several days earlier she blew up at Madeline for playing the piano for longer than ten minutes when she knew that it was standard practice for Madeline to play the piano for at least thirty minutes a day.
She also forgot to take the bread from the oven on time once, which burned the loaf to a black crisp. Jack wanted to ask her what was bothering her, and today was going to be the day.
As she walked around the table, making sure everyone was eating everything that she cooked for them; Jack kept his cool, casually looking back and forth between his children and his wife. Brett went to the stove to retrieve the coffee pot that was steaming hot. As she poured Jack a cup, the cup overflowed over its sides and over the dish, and onto the expensive tablecloth.
"Damn it! What the fuck is wrong with me!?" She yelled. All of the children looked at her stunned with their mouth hanging wide open. It was odd for them to hear their mother speak such language.
In an instant, Brett hurried out of the dining room and upstairs, into her bedroom. With her head down in her hands, she sat down on the edge of the bed crying profusely. Within minutes, Brett felt a pair of large, gentle hands on her knees. She looked up to find Jack kneeling before her. He walked into the room with barely a sound. His warm, hazel eyes alone asked her what her woes were.
He sat next to her with his arm around her shoulders, coaxing her into telling him what the matter was. As soon as she composed herself, she came clean with what had been happening. Everything from the encounter with Braden to what she had been told about her mother's sordid past. Jack just held her closely to him, wanting her to feel protected.
She looked at him with loving and adoring eyes. She did not want to tell Jack that she came in contact with her past boyfriend and undergo the hellish feelings of fear and anxiety.
Jack ran a hand across her shoulder and pulled her towards his body. "Baby, is there anything dat you wanna tell me?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Yes."
"Good. So can I."
Jack just smirked at her with a mixture of humor and slight disappointment. He didn't know why she had a sudden change in attitude. Normally, she was not this secretive. But then again, she wasn't always so open. It took her several months and a social shut down from her before she told him about her past. They had been married for eight years now and have three beautiful children as a result. What could possibly be wrong?
She tried her best to forget about the awful dream that she had that had been plaguing her. So far, she did a good job of forgetting it. She guessed that the dream was part of the fear of knowing that her ex-fiancé was back and had made her an indecent proposal. It had been six weeks since she encountered him. She hadn't seen or heard from him, which was a relief. However, she wasn't going to let her guard down so suddenly. She knew that she had to tell Jack sooner or later before something dreadful happened. She prayed to God on her knees every night to keep her family safe. So far, God delivered.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. Brett, Brynn, Cocoa, Braden, Meade, Madeline, Brent, Maddock, and other miscellaneous characters are all mine. Sweets, Morning Dew, Meow, Sprite, Spark and children of said characters own themselves.
Chapter 6 - The Past is Hard to Eliminate
She walked down the empty alley, waiting to meet her lover. In the middle of the night, it was quite unusual for nighttime activity to be at a standstill. Looking around her surroundings there was not a soul in sight. Even the night crawlers of cats and mice were absent.
Clad in a tight-fitting scarlet red dress, she looked like one of those women of the night. Women who exchanged love and passion for profit. With crimson-tinted lips, she strolled down the alleyway cautiously.
"Hello? Is someone there?"
No answer came. Once again she looked around for any signs of activity, of which again, none were present. Slowly walking down the pathway, she saw the shadow of a man; a tall figure of a familiar character began making his way towards her.
She turned around in glee as the man approached her. His face was shrouded in blackness as he kept walking towards her. His hat was tilted to the side and his build was muscular and solid. She knew this man all too well - his swagger, his build, his scent. With a swish of her hair and a smile upon her face, she looked at her lover with happiness and lust in her eyes. Once he reached her, he stood still, looking down on her small, but shapely figure.
She could not see his face, however, but that did not matter. She knew who this lothario was. In an instant, his lips came crashing down on hers without warning. There was something different about this kiss. It was not sensual. It was hard, rough, and bruising. His tongue forced his way into her mouth without fail and violated her oral cavern. When he pulled away from her, she gasped in shock.
"You will always by my whore, sweetheart."
Without delay, she began screaming at the top of her lungs, struggling to get away from her tormentor. Holding her arms and up against his body tightly, he pushed her up against the brick wall behind her. Muffling her screams with kisses, he powerfully held her up against the wall while pressing himself into her. In a fit of rage, she bit down hard on his tongue, drawing blood in the process. A hard smack came crashing onto her cheek. The assailant counterattacked with a bite onto the side of her neck, causing her to scream out in pain.
"God! Help me! Somebody, help me!"
He slapped her repeatedly until her screams became nothing but stifled sobs. He then held her up by her throat, forcing her to look into his eyes.
He fumbled with the front of his trouser before reaching down and lifting up her dress. She squeezed her eyes in terror, hoping that this nightmare would soon end. Fingering around between her legs, the attacker positioned himself between her legs and brought his face to her ears.
"Like I said, you will always be my whore, Sweetheart." Menace dripping eerily from his lips. Suddenly, with her legs widespread, she felt a sharp, savage thrust enter her. A piercing scream could be heard throughout New York......
"BRETT! BRETT! Wake up, sweetie!"
Sweating and full of fear, Brett woke up at the side of her loving husband. Jack pulled her close to his body and held her gently. "Baby, it's okay. You just had a nightmare. It's alright. I'm here."
Relieved by the awakening from her terrifying flight of the imagination, Brett calmed down in the embrace of her husband's muscular arms. Jack held her tight, leaning his head on top of hers until she was sleeping. Her fear was so intense that he could almost hear the rapid sounds of her beating heart as well as the feel of the vibration of her body with each beat.
~
***Three weeks later***
Jack decided to spend some quality time with his family in the park. It had been quite a while since the kids went out to play among the scores of children in the Manhattan area in the middle of green scenery and now was the perfect opportunity for such activities. The weather was about to change and he wanted to watch his children enjoy themselves once more before the cold, frigid air engulfed New York City.
Sitting on a bench, hand in hand, Jack and Brett observed the spectacle before them as any loving pair of parents would. Nearby other couples were doing the same thing while heavily merged in deep conversation.
"Do ya wanna have another one?"
"What?" Brett asked in confusion.
"Do ya wanna have another one? Another child?"
Brett just smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. "I don't think so, Jack. Three is enough for me."
Jack smiled. "I know, baby. It's just dat our kids are growing up before our eyes so fast. I wonder what we are going to do with each other when they are grown and out of the house with their own brood to tend to."
Brett moved closer to Jack, hugging him. "I know, Jack. But for right now I can only deal with four kids. I don't need a fifth one."
"Four?"
"Yep. You're a big baby sometimes!"
"Oh, you're gonna pay for dat, babe!" Jack said as he began a massive tickling session on her like he always did whenever she teased him.
Several people around them were enjoying themselves with their children, friends, and significant others as they were having themselves a good time. As Brett was on her back on the bench, she looked up at a couple who were engaging themselves in a session of heavy petting. The woman was dark- haired and had a rather handsome companion with her, who was currently nuzzling her neck. She could not make out the man's face, seeing him in an upside-down view. Soon, Jack halted his tickling attack and pulled her into an upright position.
He started molesting his "date" salaciously and ferociously in front of her. "How rude!" stated one woman who was out with her young granddaughter visiting the park. She immediately grabbed the girl's hand and proceeded to leave the lovers to their own devices.
"Why don't you get a room!?" yelled an older man who was passing by the couple as they continued to grope and fondle each other in public. Jack and Brett looked over to see the couple the older man had just addressed and, much to Brett's chagrin, she recognized the man.
The dark hair, the dark eyes, the slightly tanned skin. Yes, she knew who this was. As his lips roamed the skin of the woman that was in his grasp, he caught sight of Brett looking at him. He began rubbing the woman's clothed breast as she leaned her head back to give him access to her neck.
"You taste like strawberries and ice cream." He tells her as he continues to make out with her. Brett turned her head out of disgust and anguish. She remembered all too well how he used to touch and stroke her when they were a couple. Unfortunately, she remembered. She did not want to remember. However, it did not matter as much. Jack was the man in her life. Braden could never touch or make love to her the way Jack could. If anything, that was the one of the main areas where Jack surpassed Braden, on many levels.
An elicit moan could be heard from a distance as the duo continued their amorous assault on one another. The female cohort began rubbing the chest of her lover as she kissed him hungrily, while moving her hands down, settling themselves between his legs. This was the last straw for Brett.
"Hey, remember when we used to make out like dat in Irving Hall while watching Medda perform?" Jack asked.
"Jack, let's go. I want to go." Jack looked at her with slight confusion.
"Why? The kids are having so much fun. Are you sure you wanna leave now? We've just started having fun ourselves."
Brett sternly looked at him, showing that she was serious. He quickly turned his attention to his children, who were running around chasing other children on the grounds and signaled for them to come over to the bench.
"Oh, daddy! I was having such a good time!" said Madeline.
"I know, sweetie, but we have to go now. We'll come back later, alright?"
Madeline nodded her head and took hold of Jack's hand. Brett ordered Meade to take Brent's hand as she gathered herself together. The family of five swiftly left the park, with Brett hoping that the bane of her existence would vanish.
~
The following days were a daze for Brett. She did her daily duties of normal life, but the spontaneity in her disposition was absent. She wasn't as talkative as she normally was, she wasn't as active in her children's lives as much, and she became accident prone all of a sudden.
Jack noticed these new traits in Brett and he wanted to know what was going on. Several days earlier she blew up at Madeline for playing the piano for longer than ten minutes when she knew that it was standard practice for Madeline to play the piano for at least thirty minutes a day.
She also forgot to take the bread from the oven on time once, which burned the loaf to a black crisp. Jack wanted to ask her what was bothering her, and today was going to be the day.
As she walked around the table, making sure everyone was eating everything that she cooked for them; Jack kept his cool, casually looking back and forth between his children and his wife. Brett went to the stove to retrieve the coffee pot that was steaming hot. As she poured Jack a cup, the cup overflowed over its sides and over the dish, and onto the expensive tablecloth.
"Damn it! What the fuck is wrong with me!?" She yelled. All of the children looked at her stunned with their mouth hanging wide open. It was odd for them to hear their mother speak such language.
In an instant, Brett hurried out of the dining room and upstairs, into her bedroom. With her head down in her hands, she sat down on the edge of the bed crying profusely. Within minutes, Brett felt a pair of large, gentle hands on her knees. She looked up to find Jack kneeling before her. He walked into the room with barely a sound. His warm, hazel eyes alone asked her what her woes were.
He sat next to her with his arm around her shoulders, coaxing her into telling him what the matter was. As soon as she composed herself, she came clean with what had been happening. Everything from the encounter with Braden to what she had been told about her mother's sordid past. Jack just held her closely to him, wanting her to feel protected.
She looked at him with loving and adoring eyes. She did not want to tell Jack that she came in contact with her past boyfriend and undergo the hellish feelings of fear and anxiety.
Jack ran a hand across her shoulder and pulled her towards his body. "Baby, is there anything dat you wanna tell me?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Yes."
"Good. So can I."
Jack just smirked at her with a mixture of humor and slight disappointment. He didn't know why she had a sudden change in attitude. Normally, she was not this secretive. But then again, she wasn't always so open. It took her several months and a social shut down from her before she told him about her past. They had been married for eight years now and have three beautiful children as a result. What could possibly be wrong?
She tried her best to forget about the awful dream that she had that had been plaguing her. So far, she did a good job of forgetting it. She guessed that the dream was part of the fear of knowing that her ex-fiancé was back and had made her an indecent proposal. It had been six weeks since she encountered him. She hadn't seen or heard from him, which was a relief. However, she wasn't going to let her guard down so suddenly. She knew that she had to tell Jack sooner or later before something dreadful happened. She prayed to God on her knees every night to keep her family safe. So far, God delivered.