Chapter 56 Help me
I'm frozen in place as I continue watching Katherine getting fucked by two men who I thought was wholesome and came from good families.
I feel relief when Jeffrey cums and sprays his sperm all over Katherine's fake tits before he smears it all over her chest like he's in some porn movie. Ben doesn't pull out, though, he holds her tight until he groans and cums inside her.
I want to leave. I want to run as far away as possible from this sick motherfucker and never look back.
Katherine is still sobbing, and she gets off from Ben on shaky legs and runs to a door that I assume is the bathroom.
He lazily gets up from the bed, his dick still at half-mast and covered in bodily fluids, making his way over to me like a fucking predator.
I can smell the sex on his hands when he grabs my face and kisses me hard, the salad I had for dinner threatening to come up at the stench and the fucking audacity.
"Did you like the party, wife?" He smiles and I wish I could gauge his eyes out. "Don't worry, nobody will fuck you but me. I can't share my wife with anyone, we're making babies as soon as we get married."
Panic ricochets through my heart.
What if he finds out about Miguel?
What will he do to me then? How much blackmail material does he have on my family?
"You can run along now." He kisses me hard again. "Remember, when I call, you answer. When I text, you reply. When I come over, you open your legs like the pretty princess you are."
His words sicken me, and I know I won't ever be able to sleep with this man ever again. Not after what I saw tonight.
I don't wait. I get out of that fucking apartment like my ass is on fire.
I don't even wait for the elevator, I take the stairs all the way down eleven floors, the burn in my thighs welcomed.
I'm outside the apartment building, rushing to get to my car when I halt at my name being called.
I turn around to look at Katherine running to me, her blonde hair blowing behind her, wearing the same coat she did when she stopped me on the streets the other day.
Her face is tear-stricken when she stops in front of me, and she's trembling even though she's wearing a coat.
"Help me." She chokes out.
I don't think of the consequences of my actions, of what Ben would do. I do what I was always taught to do.
I help someone in need.
I grab Katherine's hand and rush to my car, speeding away. I don't know if it's going to help with anything, but the more miles I put between them and us, the better.
I drive all the way to my apartment, and turn to the fragile woman in the passenger seat who is quietly sniffling.
"Do you want to go to the hospital?" I ask her softly.
"What! No!" She looks at me with her eyes wide. "No hospital, no police. Please, you don't know what he will do!"
Ben must really be the vilest person on this earth if this is her reaction. Sadness creeps into my conscious as I think of the carefree boy I thought he was, with the easy smile and kind blue eyes.
Was it really all a lie to hide the psychopath that he was?
I'm probably making a huge mistake, because I don't know who the hell I can trust right now, but I lead Katherine to my apartment and pour her a cognac. The only reason it's in my apartment in the first place, is because Ben likes to have a nightcap after dinner.
She downs the liquor as if it's a shot, so I pour her another one, taking a glass out the cabinet to join her. I don't like the taste, but I need it after what I saw tonight.
"What does Ben have on you?" I want to know. I can't fathom being treated like that and not run away.
She doesn't answer, just hang her head in shame before sipping on her drink.
"It has got to be something big." I continue. "That clearly wasn't consensual back there."
Katherine wipes her mouth and nose on the back of her sleeve.
"I can't help you if you don't tell me." I don't even know how I'm going to help myself at this point, but maybe if she gives me more information, I will have more to go on.
She shakes her head. "I don't even know why he targeted me in the first place, maybe it has something to do with Miguel."
I try hard to push the jealousy down and keep it out of my voice. "You said you two dated."
She nods, still not meeting my eyes. "We were together the whole summer before senior year."
A whole summer. What would it feel like to have him for a whole summer?
"Did you guys split up after that?" I want to know. I never saw them together in school.
"Well, he never asked me to be his girlfriend." She shrugs. "I was so infatuated with him, though, and I thought he felt the same, but then senior year started and he just gave me the cold shoulder."
I frown. "So where does Ben come in?"
"Soon after school started, Ben cornered me in the girls' bathroom. He demanded to know what my relationship with Miguel was. " A shiver goes through her, so I pour more cognac in her glass. "I thought what a little boy, you know. I even told him to mind his little business and stay out of mine. But that guy was a fucking psychopath even then. He followed me everywhere, even after school. I still remember telling him to fuck off outside my house, but he forced me inside his car and raped me, telling me that what belongs to his brother, belongs to him."
"Wait," I frown, shaking my head. "He wasn't even allowed to drive then."
She downs the rest of her glass, coughing when the liquid burns down her throat.
"He wasn't the one driving, his mother was."