Chapter 240 Defiance
Uncle Jay slaps me across my face, and it burns. Tears fall from my eyes and reluctantly I open them to see him sneering down at me. Those dark brown eyes, so full of malice and rage. I don't know what I've ever done to him to earn that look.
I just keep my mouth shut.
"You know, I was planning on selling you off to Logan at some point. But I think I'll just keep you for myself. Your aunt has already filed for divorce because I refuse to fuck her right now. I don't really care... All I need is your tight little pussy," he smirks.
I really don't know how I feel about that actually. If Aunt Beth files for divorce, then he will no longer be my uncle, but I don't know if he cares about that or not.
I wonder if Aunt Beth ever found out he was raping me? I don't know if she'd care one way or the other. She's a bitch after all. Then again, she might get pissed, thinking I was trying to steal away her husband from her.
I did not. She can have him back for all I care. I don't want anything to do with him. I never have! I didn't know when the officers took us to the Taylor's house the night our parent's died this would be my life. I just knew I didn't like the Taylor's as much as dad's family. But we didn't have a choice.
My mind wanders back to Trent.
"I love you so much, Charlie," he whispered.
"You love me?" I mumbled in surprise.
"Yes. I really do. Will you let me show you?" he whispered.
Then I remember the words that struck me the most.
“Charlie, up to this point in your life, sex has been used as a punishment. But that’s not what it’s supposed to be. It’s supposed to feel good. I want to make you feel so good, baby... Will you let me? I swear I’ll go slow, and only as far as you are comfortable.”
I think about the way he smiled at me. The way he kissed me. The way he touched me.
The memories place a soft smile on my face. It makes me remember that even though I'm here, someone actually loves me. And I know he's not going to stop looking for me until he finds me.
My scalp burns as Uncle Jay pulls my hair, bringing me closer to his face. There is another slap across my face and I whimper, trying to twist away from him.
His breath smells like alcohol. Not a surprise. Just gross. I try not to gag. I hold my breath, wondering if I hold it long enough if I could pass out. I really don't want to deal with him.
"Pay attention to me, bitch! That's what you're supposed to do!" He snarls. "Why the fuck do you keep ignoring me? You know I hate it when you do that!"
I don't even bother responding. I keep my whimpering quiet as I try to twist away from him. I know he hates it when I ignore him. I know it makes his ego grow when I obey him. But I'm not going to let him have the satisfaction.
I know he can see the tears leaking from my face, and it's giving him a sense of superiority that he can do this to me. He thinks because he's bigger and he can hurt me, that makes him better. But it does not. It makes him fucking weak and needy!
"T-the cops a-are going to find y-you," I whisper in defiance.
Jay sneers down at me. "No. They won't. In all these years, they haven't done shit," he smirks in drunken glee. "So, why the fuck would they come after me now?"
I take a steadying breath and glare at the man I've loathed for years. And I give him a bit of cold hard truth.
"Yeah, but all those years, Trent didn't know," I swallow hard. "He does now. And he's going to stop you! And then, he's going to make you pay for everything you've done to me!"
For a moment I see fear in his eyes before it's replaced by disbelief. "No. The kid wouldn't go against his old man. He's a good boy!" Jay snarls.
I look away from him. I'm sure he'll find out soon enough that yes, he is a good boy. He's also not scared to go up against his father for what he knows is right.
Trent, I hope you find me soon...
Once again, I'm slapped in the face before Jay flattens me on my back and in one sloppy motion, impales me once more.