Stalkers, Secrets and Lies (Completed)

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Chapter 4

After college I made my way home, God I hated going home. If I could I would move out, but I didn't want to move in with Johnny, clean Johnny yeah definitely, but he wasn't like that all the time and I couldn't live with drugged up Johnny. So I settled on half way, I stayed at his Friday through till Monday and stayed at my parents Tuesday till Thursday when it was safe for me to go home. My parents and I had a very difficult relationship, they thought I was a lying whore and I hated them for not looking after me like they should. I've hated them since I was thirteen years old when they chose to believe someone else's word over mine.

A deep terror set in on the drive home and I started to feel sick, today was Wednesday so I should be fine but my hands were still shaking lightly making it hard to drive. Please don't let him be there please! I pulled into my drive and saw Ben's car was parked there still. I glanced at the clock, it was only just after three, his shift didn't start until six so he would be here for about two hours or so. I took a deep breath and grabbed my bag of clothes and stuff from Johnny's and my school bag heading inside.

"Aaliyah, why the hell are you here so late?" my mom cried angrily as I walked in the door, no hello daughter I missed you, how was college nothing, we didn't have that type of relationship anymore.

I frowned "It's just after three, college finishes at three, it's a eight minute drive plus walking to and from the car, twelve minutes past three fits in perfectly with that" I said sarcastically. She threw up her hands in exasperation and shook her head disappointed in me. I glanced around the living room, Ben my older brother was sitting on the couch smiling at me happily.

"Hey Ali" he said with a smirk.

"Hi Ben" I said uncomfortably, I headed to the kitchen to put my stuff in the wash and make a drink.

I headed into the little laundry room at the back, as I was putting my clothes in the machine I heard him walk into the room and close the door behind him. Bile rose in my throat as the fear settled in. "Mom's pissed you didn't come home last night" he said chuckling.

I nodded "Yeah I stayed at Johnny's" I said casually switching the machine on as fast as I could so I could get the hell out of there. As I was about to walk past him he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. He trailed his other hand down the side of my face down my neck, I turned my face away and held my breath.

"I've missed you Ali" he purred as he buried his face in my hair inhaling deeply, a small moan escaping his lips. He guided my hand towards the rapidly forming bulge in his jeans. I tried to yank my hand back but he tightened his grip on my wrist making me whimper as pain shot up my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut praying for this to be over, there was no point in screaming, she wouldn't believe me same as every other time I tried.

"Let's go upstairs" he breathed as he pressed my hand to his erection through his jeans.

I whimpered and shook my head, "I don't want to" I whispered desperately.

He chuckled "I want you too" he said pulling my face round to look at his and pressing his lips to mine holding the back of my head his hand gripping my hair tightly making my scalp burn so I couldn't move away. I forced my mind elsewhere, I tried to think of anything other that this, I ran through my dance routine for the upcoming show, picturing all of the dance sequences and steps as he ran his hands down my body slowly.

Suddenly he pulled away and walked over to the washing machine just as my Mom came into the laundry room. I swallowed and prayed for her to notice something and finally believe me, she didn't. I was standing there with tears stinging my eyes and she didn't even bother to ask why, she was a sorry excuse for a mother and I hated her.

"I hope you haven't put too much in the machine this time" she said frowning at me angrily, I shook my head and looked at the floor as I went into the living room and sat on the armchair. I hated sitting on the sofa, that left space for Ben and I couldn't stand him near me, I watched the clock that sat on top of the TV counting down the minutes until he would leave for his night shift.