𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 (𝐄𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝)

CHAPTER 8 - DESPERATE -

TW

CHAPTER 8 -

Roselyn.

- later -

Unfortunately, I had to go home right away after school. I didn't want to be punished.
Even though my whole life was punishment.

"Roselyn, I'm hungry."
Brody said, sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand.
Inwardly, I sighed before cooking him something to eat.

- later -

I laid in bed, shaking.
I was waiting.
Waiting for him.
I couldn't sleep peacefully, knowing he'd come in any second.

Fear overcame me, when I heard the door open.
I shut my eyes closed and held in tears, because I knew what was about to come.

*

"Oh, fuck." He moaned, quietly while he penetrated me.
"You're so hot."

I had my eyes closed, trying to imagine some place better.
It was hopeless, but the only thing that kept me going.
He grabbed my belly and squeezed it while I laid in bed completely naked.
"Yeah-yeah." He mumbled, moaning before he came.
He got off of me and laid down next to me.
Immediately, I took the blanket and covered myself while tears rolled down my cheeks.
He turned his head to me and looked at me.
"You're so tight, it turns me on."

When he said those words, I felt like throwing up.
It was hard to not start crying out loud.
I felt disgusting.

"Until tomorrow." He winked at me, before getting up and pulling his pants up.
When I heard the door close, I turned my back to the door and started crying into my pillow.
I wanted to die.

- next morning -

I walked downstairs after I got ready.
When I arrived in the hallway, I quickly noticed Brody and my mom in the kitchen.
I closed my eyes and quietly sighed.
I didn't wanna pass them, but I had to.
With quick steps I walked inside the kitchen and went to the fridge.
Deliberately, I ignored the both of them.

"Excuse me, miss." Brody suddenly spoke.
I swallowed, while standing with my back towards the both of them.
Hesitantly, I turned around to face them.
"Did no one teach you to say good morning when you enter a room?"
He's got nerves.
He really did.

Inwardly, I was insulting him, yelling at him, asking him what kind of sick person he was.
But I didn't have the courage to say those things out loud.
"I-I'm sorry." I quietly said.
My mom shock her head. "Just go, Roselyn. I don't have the nerve for a discussion now."
She never had.
She never had time for me.
All that was on her mind was her disgusting boyfriend and alcohol.

Brody looked at me before scanning my body.
"Before you go, I need your help with something."
Immediately, I felt a cold shiver.
"I-I gotta catch.-"

"No, I need you to do something for me."
He insisted and got up from his chair.
He started walking out of the kitchen.
I closed my eyes for a second before quietly following him upstairs into my room.
Once we arrived inside, he grabbed me by my wrists and pressed me harshly against the wall.
"Don't disrespect me again, Roselyn." He said, getting really close to me.
I could smell his breath, which smelled after alcohol and cigarettes.
"I am the man of the house and I won't let you treat me like that, unpunished."

My eyes became teary, while I tried avoiding eye contact.
Suddenly, he let go of one of my left wrist, just to put his hand on my right boob.
Right away, he began squeezing my boob.
I closed my eyes and felt a tear touching my cheek.
"You're so hot, Roselyn. I could fuck you all day."
That was the moment I couldn't hold back tears, anymore.
"Psst, babe. What the hell are you crying for?" He asked. "You should be grateful, I teach you those lessons. One day, you'll know how to treat a man right."

My eyes were closed and my tears kept falling down.
How could a person be this evil?

A while later he let go off me.
"Now, go."

I did not have to be told twice. Quickly, I opened the door and walked downstairs.
I literally ran out of the house, straight to the bus.
I was crying, still.

Before getting into my bus, I wiped away my tears and tried holding back any more.
It was hard, but I managed to.

A few minutes later I arrived at school.
I felt terrible, disgusting and used.

My will to live evaporated more and more.

When I entered the classroom, most students were already present.
Quietly, I sat down at my table and waited for class to start.
Not even 2 minutes later, I saw both my teacher and Erling walk inside the classroom.

I kept my eyes on my empty notebook, just to avoid any eye contact between me and Erling, or anyone.

I could feel him inspecting me with his eyes while taking the seat next to me.
No reaction came from me, tho.
"Open your books on page 43." Our teacher said.
Quickly, I did what he asked us to and tried getting my mind off of this mornings situation.
It wasn't easy.
My body felt dirty.
It always did for the last few months.
Still, I couldn't understand why a human being would do that to another human being.
Why? Just why?
He knew I didn't want this to happen.
I never wanted him to touch me, kiss me, fuck me-

I never wanted him to.

He did it anyways.
Every single day, he did whatever the hell he felt like doing that day.
No mercy, no regrets, no second guessing.
It felt like I was some doll for him, he could do whatever he wanted to do with.
That's how I felt.
And I didn't want to feel that way anymore.
But there was no way for me to stop this from happening.
My mom knew.
She never said anything, but I just know she does.
And I knew, she doesn't care at all.
Most of the time she wasn't sober anyways.
She probably wouldn't even understand what's going on.
I had no one in my life who would care and help me.
No one.
Therefore, the only way to get out of this situation of mine, was to end it.
End it all.