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A part of me wanted to crawl back under the warm covers and stay there, but I quickly decided it wasn’t the safest place to hide. They would be able to find me here and do the same thing to me once again.
“I’ve got to get out of here,” I whispered to myself.
The decision gave me a new kind of strength.
I climbed out of bed, surprised that my body didn’t hurt as much as yesterday. The sleeping pills made me sleep for over twelve hours, forcing me to rest and recuperate.
Noah knew what he was doing, I thought bitterly.
Heading into the bathroom, I took off the bathrobe, only to find an odd stickiness on my breasts. Looking further down, I found dried cum spread all over my navel and pussy.
When did this happen?I thought as panic gripped me.Did I sleep so deeply I didn’t realize they fucked me again?
Glancing up at the mirror, I stared into my wide blue eyes. Other than my pale cheeks, there wasn’t a scratch on my face. All the bruises were concentrated around my waist and thighs, places that were easy to hide if you wore a long dress or jeans.
Pain and anger rose inside me. I couldn’t believe something like this happened to me. How could they do this to me? Caleb had sounded so earnestly grateful when I saved Corey. Noah thanked me too. Was that all just a show?
My eyes squeezed shut tightly from the pain of their betrayal. Turning away from the mirror, I strode toward a glass-walled shower stall in the corner.
This was the last time I’d let them take advantage of me. I might not be able to expose them at the moment but I’d make sure they couldn’t touch me again.
Hot water gushing from the four shower heads was pure luxury. I cleaned up every inch of my body with the soap and shampoo left there for me.
The shower relaxed and calmed me, allowing me to go back to the room and find my clothes. Someone cleared away the remnants of my torn panties. My dress was folded up on a chair with my bra placed neatly on top of it.
They were good at cleaning up, making it look like I’d simply taken off my clothes to sleep. Drowning my anger, I looked around the room for a scrap of paper or a notebook.
Mom would surely come to wake me up in a few hours. It was better to leave a note than to make her worry about my absence.
After searching around the drawers of the bedside table, I found a small notepad.
Grabbing the pen beside it, I wrote a note telling her I was going to school and would be living in my apartment over the coming week. I told her I loved her to soothe some of the disappointment and to enjoy her time with Brian.
Tearing the page, I folded the note and wrote ‘MOM’ in big letters. Next, I took my phone and walked out of the room.
The house was still and quiet. Going down the stairs, I reached the ground floor and came across a few maids going about their work.
I kept my gaze averted, steadily heading toward the entrance hall. My heart pounded heavily, afraid someone would stop me and question me.
Relief spread through me when I finally stepped through the front doors and walked down the green lawn. The morning air was chilly but it also felt like freedom.
It took me a while to reach the gates leading out of the property. The guards were polite, opening the gates for me without any question.
I couldn’t help but think of Brian at the moment. He wasn’t keeping me prisoner in his home. The people working for him knew exactly who I was.
Nobody who saw me this morning asked me anything. I was free to move wherever I pleased in Brian’s estate. The thought warmed me up but also brought an intense sadness that made tears sting my tears.
If only Noah, Corey, and Caleb could treat me with the same respect. I couldn’t believe the horrible things they assumed about me and my mom.
They’d eventually see the truth. Mom didn’t tell me how long she had to live but I was sure it wouldn’t be for long. That’s the only reason she and Brian were so impatient to get married and live together.
Noah would see he had nothing to worry about. We weren’t there to take anything from him and his brothers.
Would they feel guilty about hurting me?I wondered.
Probably not, my mind whispered.They do this shit to women all the time.
My hands balled into tight fists. I wouldn’t let those entitled bastards treat me like shit anymore. They’d never get a chance to hurt me again.
