I stare at him like he’s some kind of alien. His words barely register, all this talk about sex… it’s not a topic I think about much. Just faint, hesitant flickers in my mind over the past year, maybe two. Sure, I jerk off sometimes in the morning, still… sex? It’s not something I can actually picture happening to me. But what are they really demanding?
I know what rape is.
And it hits me, that’s what they want.
My whole body trembles, every part of me is shaking, my throat painfully tight, my head spinning like I’m about to pass out.
The taller alpha shoves the camera display in my face, my dad’s thoughtful, beautiful face, his long braid draped over his shoulder. It’s like a punch to the gut.
"I see it’s finally sinking in. So here’s your choice: we leave your daddy alone… but we take your virgin ass instead."
From what they’re saying, I’m starting to piece together what must have happened in the past. They hurt my dad once, and only after that did he meet my father and turn his life around. I can’t let that happen to him again. After all, I’m an alpha, young, but that means something. Our duty is to protect omegas… no matter the cost. That’s how my father raised me.
I clench my jaw. "Leave my dad alone. I can’t… I can’t let anything happen to him."
"Oh, how noble! Looks like we’ve got a little guardian angel here. A true protector! I’ve heard Fate sends them down to Earth from time to time to save the innocent, to protect the world from doom, and all that bullshit."
The other one chortles loudly, but I stay silent, clenching my jaw as hard as I can.
"Well, so we’ve got a deal, kid?" The alpha tilts his head. "You give us what we want, and we’ll leave your dad be. No comebacks, no trouble. Sound good? Fair deal, right?"
"You’ll… you’ll really keep your word?" I swallow hard. "You won’t come back?"
"Of course, sweetheart. We always keep our word. It’s kind of our motto," the taller one grins.
The shorter one makes a step toward me, and a cold wave of terror crashes over me.
"We’ll start with a little warm-up," he says. "Ever given a blowjob before?"
I shake my head, barely able to move a single muscle. My body is completely paralyzed, and my teeth are chattering.
"Good a time as any to learn. Then we’ll move on to the main course."
Everything inside me dies in that one short moment, as the alpha’s empty, soulless eyes bore into me from above.
My world shatters; everything I was ends. I’m no longer the careless Bay I used to be. I become someone else, someone broken, fractured into a thousand pieces.
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Two hours later, I somehow stagger back home on my own.
By some miracle, Dad still isn’t back with my brothers. He probably took them shopping for last-minute school stuff, and that’s a relief. Not that anything could really be called a relief right now.
I can barely walk, every step feels like I’m on wobbly ground. My jeans are soaked in blood, I reek of those bastards’ stinky fluids, I’m just… wrecked. I’m not even a person anymore, just a shell, shaking, empty, damaged in every possible way.
Once inside the house, I climb the stairs and find my way to that tiny attic room no one uses; it has a little bathroom. My hands are trembling so badly it takes me three tries to turn the knob.
I strip off every piece of clothing, shaking, nauseated, and step under the shower. The water hits me hard, almost scalding, and I just stand there, pouring it over my head, over my bruised body. I don’t sit, it would hurt like hell. Instead, I crouch against the wall and stay there, scrubbing and scrubbing, washing and rinsing, over and over for what feels like forever. Thirty minutes, maybe more.
The bleeding stops eventually, but the pain doesn’t.
When my fingers are wrinkled and raw, I finally grab a towel, dry off, go downstairs, and shove my clothes straightinto the washer. I hit the quick cycle, praying it’ll erase every goddamn trace of smell before Dad gets home.
Then I go back to my room, lock the door, and collapse on my bed, curling up tight, but I can’t stop shaking.
My whole body’s twitching, trembling, like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. My mind’s a blur, my throat’s tight, and I can’t breathe right. Then I remember Dad’s got a stash of wine, expensive bottles he got from my uncle Van.
I stumble downstairs just in time to hear the car pull up outside. Shit! I grab a bottle, the first one I can reach, and rush back up before they get inside, feeling dizzy. I slam the door and lock it again.
