The gang leaders girl (A dark mafia book)

01: Stuck in the boundary.

Trigger warning: Abuse.
MIRA

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Have you ever felt betrayal so painfully, you are convinced you could be used to describe the word? That was how I felt, frozen on the bed, shocked and terrified. I had been deep asleep, far in the profoundness of another world that I barely noticed something was amiss, I opened my eyes to meet the scariest and most disgusting scene I had ever witnessed.

What was he doing?!, my heart thundered.

Ken moved his soft palms slowly from my knee to my thighs. His touch repulsed me. My heart skipped a beat, before stopping entirely. My terror was visible on my face which he couldn't see in the dark room. Quickly, I moved to take action, I turned my head to the side and slapped his hand away. Probably shocked that I was conscious, he stopped and moved away.

No words were exchanged, no apologies given, I didn't want any. What I needed was to return to my dreams, I also hoped to get amnesia the next day for the sake of everyone, including myself. I may be twelve but I knew these things, I had heard about them from my classmates who had already started doing sexual acts, which I knew no twelve-year-old should do. My mum had also started preaching the gospel of getting married as a virgin to me, typical African mother style. I mentally locked up, knowing that if this came out, it would be bad.

I just hope he stays away from me forever.

With my eyes slightly open, I watched him go back to his mattress on the rug. I remained still, unbothered, but my fear was palpable. I was painfully aware of his presence, the abomination of his actions and the possibility of him repeating them.

After a while, sleep came again, but this time I fought it, dangling on the boundary between sleep and consciousness. I had almost crossed the line, slowly drifting to yet another fairytale land when Ken climbed the bed again. His presence heightened my apprehension and my heart started beating loudly. I knew I was in trouble.

He thought my stillness was a sign that I was asleep, or a sign that I consented to whatever he was doing, unaware that I was paralyzed by a flood of emotions. I felt, Terror. Anger. Rage. Confusion. Betrayal. Disgust. And above all, Hate.

His weight deepened the right side of the bed, still my eyes remained tightly shut. I could hear the unsteady rhyme of my heart beating loudly in my ears.

He touched my cheek and I recoiled. My hands which I had hidden under the soft pillow got really sweaty. My stomach churned as I pressed myself deeper into the bed. I was sick to my bones, disbelieving what I was seeing and feeling. It felt like I was going to throw up anytime. Uncomfortable, I turned so I was now resting on my back but I was exposed to him now— my tiny breast, my stomach, my lips. I turned back and lied on my belly. He still didn't leave even after seeing how restless I became, instead he climbed on top of me. I didn't move, I thought if I laid dead, he would go away just like I wished all my problems would go away.

I couldn't have been more wrong. Then and now.

I suddenly felt something hard touch my back then reality hit me. I flared up. I didn't know where the courage came from, but I was so damn angry! Disappointment couldn't adequately describe my feelings anymore.

Ken broke my trust. He betrayed me. I hated him.

"Get off me!" I shouted, turning around to face him. This was when I felt something hard in between my thighs. I recoiled in fear.

"Just a little touch, it won't hurt much I promise." He begged. "Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?" He moaned against my neck. "You are so beautiful." Irritation at his words overwhelmed me, I cringed. "Just let me have a taste of you."