Page 77 of The Addict

I thought it was finished. The pain was over. I wondered for the moment if I was going to die there.

David grabbed my hair, pulling me to my knees.

It wasn’t over.

“Suck me,” he hissed.

And by then I certainly wished for death.

It went on for weeks. Maybe a month or more. I couldn’t be sure exactly.

In my mind, there wasn’t a life anymore before the abuse.

“Go on, Noah. Daddy won’t hurt you...”

I cried.

“...not yet...”

David got off at my pain. No matter how he chose to abuse me, he always found a way to make it worse than the previous time. Like cutting me while he raped me. Little slices and nicks to the lower regions of my body.

“Love Marks” he called them.

If I wasn’t being put through enough misery, then the job wasn’t being done right. David thrived on the screams. Especially when I called for help. He knew no one was coming to save me.

Trying to fight him off was futile. I tried and failed so many times. I soon picked up on the fact that I would be hurt worse if I didn’t do as I was told. If I struggled, I would be beaten more. If I cried but submitted, I was praised.

Each time was agony.

And David seemed to enjoy witnessing that.

Damian lurched up from his seat. I turned away, cowering from him.

I shouldn’t have done it.

“Noah...?” His face was flabbergasted.

“I-I-I’m sorry, did… d-did I do it wrong? Please don’t tell father!” I cried, hiding my face with both hands as though I could disappear into the fine lines of my palms.

When the initial shock faded, Damian knelt down to my level, taking me by the shoulders tentatively. “Noah. Why did you touch me there? Who told you to do that?”

I shook my head. “I can’t–”

“Noah,” Damian spoke firmly, the corners of his eyes wet with tears. “You must tell me why you did that.”

I spilt my guts that night. I told Damian everything. Damian was only fifteen at the time.

“Father! He makes me do that to him, so I thought- I thought-” I couldn’t finish. The humiliation was too great.

Damian’s eyes flamed with anger. “What else did father do to you?”

“You get the FUCK out of this house!”

“The boy lies, Heather!”

“Fuck you! I don’t believe you!”

“You won’t have anything if you get rid of me! I will be the end of you and those brats! And you know what? I’ll take Damian with me!”