WARNING: ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ʜᴀʀᴀssᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ, sᴏ sᴋɪᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴛᴜғғ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs—sᴀᴅʟʏ—ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ!
After an hour at the mall, which felt like an eternity, I was finally on my way home. I was able to find an outfit for the party and get something to eat. I generally hated going to the mall, unless it was with Jaqueline because then, mall security wouldn't be following me around thinking I was going to steal something. Not gonna lie, I would've if I was still 15, but I've changed or at least I like to think I have.
I dropped my bag down next to me and got my keys out, ready to unlock the door when I realized that it was already open.
What the hell?
I gently opened the door and tiptoed in, making sure I didn't create an excessive amount of noise that could catch the trespassers attention. I picked up a slipper from the ground and held it firmly in between my hand. A girls got to be prepared to hit. Slowly but surely, I went through each room checking that no one had broken in.
I let out a sigh of relief. There was not a single trace of anyone. The door must've just been closed improperly this morning.
All of a sudden, a tall shadow and hand started flying towards me.
Damn it, Jami. I mentally slapped myself. How could you forget? It's Amiel. Today was Monday, the day he got off work early.
By the time I tried to scream and run, one of his hand was already wrapped tightly around my mouth and the other was traveling up my leg, sending cold chills down my spine.
"Hey baby, I see you went on a little shopping spree." he whispered while nibbling on my earlobe.
I continued to struggle against his hold, trying to ignore what he occasionally did to me since I started living with him after my mother died. It's become a daily routine: sex without consent, abuse, then get blackout drunk. I've tried to tell my social worker, but who would believe an uncle (he's a stranger, if we're being honest) would do this to their own niece? Apparently, no one.
Amiel smirked. "Oh baby, you're not going anywhere anytime soon. Don't worry, I'll make it feel good."
My insides were fuming with anger and tears were starting to fill my eyes, threatening to spill any moment. But I couldn't. I couldn't let them out because if I did, it would just give Amiel the pure enjoyment that he was seeking for. Then I remembered, I still had the slipper held firmly in between my hand.
When the right moment came, I swung the slipper against his thigh, making a loud slap noise. I would've hit it across his face, but his arm was still wrapped around, preventing me from attacking anywhere above his waist.
His grasp was released instantly. "Fuckîng bîtch," he yelled. Serves him right.
I ran across the living room and towards the door with my hand ready to turn the knob.
An immense force shot through my head, making me stumble and fall onto the ground. Pieces of glass were flying everywhere, and Amiel was standing there with the top of a beer bottle in his hand.
"You really thought you could outrun me?" He leaned over and moved strands of hair away from face. "You thought wrong."
My vision started to become blurry and my head was throbbing. As much as I wanted to fight back, I was unable to. There I laid on the ground—powerless and weak.
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Chaotic AffectionsTeen Fiction
Science dictates opposites attract and like charges repel, but science never accounted for people like Augustus Brownell and Jami Bloomingfield. He's an arrogant, good-looking guy who has it all, and shes, well not. Though they appear to be polar...