Page 108 of The Addict

“Let me go!” My throat burned from the strength and volume of my scream.

David was laughing maniacally as he dragged me back down the hall and into my room by the roots of my hair. I thrashed and kicked, but my feet were only met with air, and each movement only caused me more pain. I grasped onto his wrists, fearing he would scalp me. I dug my nails into him, raking at his skin, marking him.

David threw me onto the bed, and I rolled off of it with a speed I didn’t know I had. I was on the floor now, desperately trying to crawl to salvation.

I knew that there was no more running.

I felt around under my bed for the metal box, inching it forward so that I could flip the top open. My arm strained to reach it. David had climbed on top of me from behind, and roughly yanked down my jeans and boxers together.

I couldn’t see the box, but I could feel it. I was touching the lid. I cursed as David gripped tightly onto my shoulders, corrupting my ability to reach further. To my dismay, I found that I was only able to push the lid up slightly, incapable of grasping what was inside. The box—my retribution—was at my fingertips, but I could do nothing more than graze it with my hand.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this more than you.” David’s voice was low, harsh and condemning.

I blocked him out, hyper focusing on the box. I threw my arm out as far as it would go, hitting the top enough so that the lid slid to the side. I just needed to get my hand inside of it.

But by then it was too late. I felt his cock against my bare skin and I knew.

The battle was lost.

My whole body wracked with spasms at the unprepared and uninvited entry. My body switched instantly to lock down, tensing up to try and prevent the muscle from advancing any further into me. It was no use. David’s thrusts were brutal, even when he was met with difficulty from my body’s defense. I felt the sensitive tissue in me tearing slowly, blood trickling down the inside of my thighs. I locked my jaw to keep from screaming out. The pain was worse than I ever remembered.

My hand shook as I continued to try and retrieve what was in the metal container under my bed. I got close a few times, the tips of my fingers curled over the top of the box in an effort to bring it closer, or even flip it over. Anything that would give me access to what was inside.

Just when I thought that I was close, my fingers would slip off, unable to hold tight enough. My hopes soared and crushed each time.

“You’re awfully quiet,” David badgered. He continued to rape me as though it were nothing out of the ordinary—casual. For him, I guess it was. “I know you want to scream.”

I pictured him sneering.

“So scream for Daddy, Noah. Please me.”

His words made me sink my teeth into my tongue, so that only my heavy breathing could be heard. I would not make a sound. Not for him.

The taste of blood only made me bite down harder, allowing my mind to think of the searing pain in my mouth other than the places that were hurting me worse. I tried to focus only on the flavor of the thick liquid, and not the fact that my own father, my flesh and blood, was using me for his own gratification.

What had happened nearly ten years ago had been easy to bury in the back of my mind. I could try and forget. It seemed far away, like it belonged to someone else’s life entirely. But this—this was so real that I couldn’t even fully grasp what was happening to me. Again. It was happening again. The sound of David’s moans made me want to rip out his vocal cords and strangle him.

But most of all, I just wanted it to be over.

Soon, it will be over soon. My thoughts comforted me. You’ve been here before, it’s almost over.

All I could do was lay there and take the torture as it came, hoping that David would just complete the deed and leave me alone in silence.

David latched onto my hair, clawing into my scalp yet again. My neck strained. “Little bitch.” He rasped out, the sound of his skin slapping against mine increased in tempo.

He received nothing. No cry. No grunt of discomfort.

Dead silence.

I dug my nails into the floor as the bastard gained his golden finish, spilling into me. The feeling of David withdrawing from within me wasn’t comforting either. My body heaved and quaked as though I were being electrocuted. Everything was burning and aching. It was difficult to feel my legs, even after he stood and began to put his clothes back on. I wished that the numbing would start soon. That way, the pain wouldn’t be so immense.

“You disappointed me Noah,” David said with a sigh, nudging my unmoving body with one foot. “I expected more of you.”

Hot tears streamed down my face. I didn’t move, for fear that if I did, there would be a round two of hell to pay. So I was still. And the feeling was like death.

I didn’t even care for the box anymore. What it contained was another handgun, and the bullets to make it a deadly weapon. Even if I did grab the gun, would I really have had enough time to take the bullets, load the weapon, and then shoot it?

Maybe.