Last night, she snuck out of Oscar’s room and entered into mine, pleading for me to help her run away.I tried Jasmine, I really tried. Oscar found her kneeling beside mytwin-sizedmattress on the floor. This scene before me is my punishment.
“Whatever my dick slides into first is mine,” he adds, lifting Jasmine from herstarfish-positionand onto all fours like a sack of potatoes. Jasmine’s long black hair slides off her back and covers her face, and the hard smack against her arse causes my eyes tojerk away.
“Look, Oliver,” Oscardemands.
I shake my head.
A loud cracking sound of his hand against her skin pinches my eyes together, and Oscar shouts once more,“Oliver!”
Reluctantly, I turn my head back to face him. I don’t know much, but I know if I didn’t, he’d find a way to force me. With his black hair gelled back, the devil in his eyes curses me as he stands next to Jasmine, who remains still on all fours. Her backside faces me as her head points toward the wall. Jasmine shouldn’t be treated this way; she’s not a fucking object.
Using both hands, he spreads her cheeks apart. “Did you stick yourtwelve-year-old knob in here?” he laughs, and my only reply is another jerk against the chair. Waves of emotion rush through me, and my fists clench together, unable to handle its crashing madness.
Rage.
I try to yell against the tape across my mouth, but nothing comes out.
“Of course, you didn’t. You wouldn’t know what to do with a pussy if it sat on your face.” He chuckles again, and the simmering of my blood turns into a boil. “You see, Oliver. If they’re dripping wet, they want it. You don’t even have to ask.” Oscar grabs a handful between her legs before his fingers disappear inside her. “And she’s fucking soaked.”
With the same hand he just pulled out of her, he rips the tape off me and slaps me across the face. “You’re fucking sick!”I scream.
Oscar throws his head back and jams his fingers back inside her, pumping harder than he should be. “You like that, pet?” he tauntsJasmine.
“Yes,” Jasmine moans, completely dominated by him.
My eyes grow wide. “Tell him to stop!” Icry out.
Instead, Jasmine arches her back, and her fanny opened up for him. I pry my eyes away.
“See what I mean?” Oscar laughs and unbuttonshis jeans.
“Jasmine, stop this!” I cry out again as Oscar takes outhis bulge.
She doesn’t speak another word when last night, all she did was beg for me to stop him and take her away. Oscar slams her face against the mattress as her arse raised high in the air. “I’ll get you your own, brother. Never touch mine again.”
Jasmine cries out, and my eyesslam shut.
My eyes jerked open as Dr. Conway stood over me with her hands on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” she asked, and I stumbled to my feet and stepped away from her. Worry hit her eyes. “Oliver, you need to sit down. You’re pale.”
“I’m fine.” I looked around to catch my bearings.
“What did you see?” She asked, taking a step closer.
I held up a hand between us. “Stop.”
She paused, and her face fell. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Shaking my head, I ran my fingers through my hair and took another step back. My stomach rolled, and my mouth watered, indicating it was only a matter of time before I was about to throw up. My eyes darted around the room for a safe place to hurl up my lunch. I launched forward as Dr. Conway backed away, and I reached for the trash can just in time.
Even on days I’d tried drinking my feelings away, I’d never thrown up. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled, hanging my head over the can afterward. “I’ll clean this up.”
“Oliver, it’s fine. I’ll take care of it. Let me have Nurse Rhonda take a look at you. I can walk with you to the station.”
“No.” The last thing I needed was Rhonda getting involved. She could be overbearing at times. “Really, I’m alright.” I tried to stand when my balance failed me. My hand caught her desk, and the other pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Alright, Mr. Hot-Shot. You’re going to see Rhonda”—Dr. Conway picked up her phone— “I’m not taking no for an answer.”
I gripped the desk and leaned over, annoyed with the situation I found myself in as Dr. Conway spoke over the phone.
