Page 36 of These Family Ties
He grabs my arms again, running a thumb over the scraps the branches gave me. I shake my head no. He touches me softly, wiping away a tear that’s escaped and running down my cheek. I don’t want that. I don’t want gentle from him.
“Maybe this was a mistake,” I spit venom at him, slapping his hand away.
“No, don’t go. Things ended too soon last time” he states, pushing me back, making the back of my knees hit the bed.
“Yeah, you’re right.” I pull my shirt off over my head. “Fuck me.”
“Say less.” Cole smirks, undoing his pants and tugging his polo off with one hand.
I’m doing the same. My bra stays on while the rest of my clothes vanish. Cole pushes me back on the bed, then leans over me, his hands on either side of my head. I don’t like this. Not with him. Pushing on his shoulder, I’m able to flip him over, getting on top.
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you, pretty girl,” he teases.
“Just shut up.” I hold myself up with my hand splayed out on his chest and rub his cock over my clit, but it’s not helping. I can’t get out of my head. I’m not even wet. “Shit,” I yell, rolling off him.
“What’s the matter? Am I not good enough for you?” He motions his hand over himself as if showcasing his abs and cock.
“You’re fine,” I admit. Like, whatever. If it makes his ego feel better, have at it. “I need to get the fuck out of my head.”
He smiles, flashing his pearly white teeth. “Oooooh. I know what you need.” He gets up to rummage through his side table, until he pulls out a little bag. He plucks out something small and white, pushing it into my palm. “Take this. It will help.”
I stare at it with its little carved numbers. I always told myself I’d never end up like Mer. I won’t turn to drugs to help me. Sex has always been my go-to because I have the control, but since him, since Daddy... he’s ruined me for anyone else. I’m not sure what this is, but if he says it will help–I toss it into my mouth. The bitter pill immediately begins to dissolve on my tongue. I collect the saliva in my mouth, attempting to gain some sort of liquid to wash this awful taste down. Once I finally do, I have a whole body shiver, and the bitterness lingers on my taste buds.
“Ugh,” I gag, sticking out my tongue. “That shit’s gross.”
“Yeah, they leave a bad taste but they are effective.” He pushes me back on the bed and that small movement makes my world tilt on its axis.
I step off the bed and tug on Cole’s pants. He assists in helping get them off. His cock springs from its confines, ready to go. Good. I straddle his waist, lining him up with my center. It’s as if I’m going through the motions, unfeeling. It’s only a few minutes later when my whole body tingles, and it’s as if I’m swimming in clouds. This isn’t something I’m used to. I swore I’d never be like Mer, but this sensation completely frees me of the pain, and I’m starting to understand the appeal.
It’s when I taste strawberries and cream in the beat of the music that I finally confess my surprise, “Whoa!”
“Right!” I hear Cole say, pleased with himself. “I told you.”
He’s trailing pecks along my neck and jaw, but I can’t feel them. My pussy wants attention, and that’s the only thing I can feel.
“Good girl,” I pat my clit between us. Cole only laughs and goes back to whatever the fuck he’s doing. I’m lost, and I love it.
Send me away from here.
Away from this life of lies.
Daddy always said he knew best, but did he? Because this seems just right.
The colors around me flow in and out of reality as I float along, moving through the motions of sex until cramps thump from inside my gut. What the fuck? It increases until the effect of the drugs can’t contain the pain. Something’s wrong. I run my hand over my stomach, but nothing’s there. Why do I feel like this was a bad decision? At that moment, a bright light cuts through the darkness, and I have to shield my eyes. There’s that bitter taste in my mouth again, along with acid clawing at the back of my throat. I think I’m going to be sick. Will Cole be upset if I puke on him? I think some guys are into that. I know I’m not, not that I’ve tried it. But would I try it?
Faces swim around in front of me until I can finally focus on them again. Cole’s standing by the open door, giving the partiers an eyeful of my nakedness before striding back to my side on the bed. Their faces are contorted in laughter. They’re laughing at me?
“You tried to humiliate me, trailer trash. This will teach you to stay in line,” he seethes in my ear before righting himself and making a spectacle of me for the audience that’s gathered at the door. “Anyone else need their red wings?” He jeers, holding up his hand that’s covered in blood. I look down at myself and his bed and spot streaks that look like he tried to wipe my blood off his hands. What a glorious time to start my fucking period. I wasn’t having my period when I took my clothes off. Did that drug give me my period? What a strange side effect. I’m definitely not taking that again.
I fumble to my feet and stagger around, grabbing my discarded clothes. Fucking asshole. I’m not exactly sure what’s going on. There are puzzle pieces like tangible items in my mind, trying to fit together. Cameras flash as I run out of the room, the laughter following me. My clothes are balled up in my hands, and a warm trail of blood runs down my legs, making my thighs slick as they rub together. I won't stop. I run out the front door with only a bra on. Then, there’s a loud horn and a bright light that freezes me in place.
“Swayze. Swayze, what happened?” That voice soothes the chaos that’s raging inside me. His warm arms envelop me. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. Daddy’s got you.” He guides me around, putting me in the passenger seat, but I freeze. I’m bleeding. Aren’t I? Does he know I’m bleeding? I’m going to ruin his new truck.
“I’m bleeding. Daddy, I’m having my period. I’m going to ruin your seats.” I feel like a child explaining this to him. Even though I know from his angle that he could see it.
He continues to push me onto the seat and says, “I don’t give a shit about this truck as long as you’re okay.” Once I’m buckled in, he grabs my face between my hands and forces me to look him in the eyes. “Fuck, your eyes are blown out.” He shakes his head, and there’s a pang of worry within me, and my shoulders tense. He’s disappointed in me. Then he speaks again, and he’s angry, but not at me. “Who did this?”
Do I tell him? What the fuck do I do? Before my brain can catch up or make a plan, my mouth is already moving. “Cole.”