*Trigger Warning: contains graphic details of sexual assault on a minor as well as rape and torture. Skip this chapter if you feel that it will cause a trigger for you.
Rebecca’s Story Of Abuse Part 2
The third nightmare happened on my eighteenth birthday. My dad and uncle had done their rape sessions. As I was in the shower cleaning up my dad’s real sons walked in with dad and Duncan behind them. I stood there frozen. I knew what was coming. Dad and Duncan had brought a chair to watch.
“Hello, princess,” they snickered. They had never liked me because of dad’s attention towards me. “Daddy says that we can play with his princess now that we are men,” Tom grabbed me roughly and shoved me down on my knees, taking his dick out and shoving it in my face. “Suck!” He commanded. Too afraid, I did as I was told. “Mmm, dad you’re so right. She gives amazing blow jobs.”
Tim ripped off the towel that I had on and started playing with my breasts. “These are so perfect and that ass.” He smacked it hard while fondling a breast. I bucked.
“Watch it! She’s got my dick in her mouth.” Yelled Tom.
“Mmm, how wet are you Rebecca?” Tim asked as he roughly shoved his finger between my legs into my folds. I bucked again.
“Dude! You’re distracting her rhythm. Rebecca, suck me dry!” Tom commanded and I did as he said. Tim painfully tied my wrists and pinched my nipples. “Oh for fucks sake! Wait your damn turn.”
Tim glowered at him and kept torturing me. Tom gave up and took his dick out of my mouth. He kissed me deeply. “Good, princess.”
Tim picked me up roughly and dragged me into my room. He threw me onto the bed and stuck his dick in. Tom shook his head as Tim started raping me. “You’re wasting her. She’s much better slow. Right dad?”
“Yes.” Dad said.
I laid there and they ravaged my body one at a time. Then Tom and Tim decided one in my ass and one in my pussy. Tears fell down my cheeks. It hurt so much, but I didn’t say a word. When they finished. They had beat, scratched, bit, twisted, pinched, and hurt every part of my body. I showered three times trying to get them off me.
Dad continued his daily sessions, which I didn’t mind compared to the others; he was a gentle lover. Tom and Tim returned once a week with Duncan to take their turns, until my 20th birthday. I was forced to have dinner and act like a family while sitting on Duncan’s lap. Dad was mad. His special little time was destroyed by Duncan and my adopted brothers. Duncan was diagnosed with cancer not long after Isla left. The treatments weren’t going well and had taken a toll on his body. My dad was taking him to a treatment center when they were hit by a drunk driver killing them both instantly.
I thought that my nightmare was over, but my brothers had other ideas of torture and ramped things up. They didn’t stop raping me. I moved to New York with Isla. They would show up once a month for a “fuck session.” ‘You’re not really our sis so it’s okay. You like it right?’ They would say it every time. When I had a boyfriend they would make me keep him away or threaten him so I dumped whoever I was seeing to keep them safe. It wasn’t until I told them that I was engaged that they stopped. I never gave them my number or address again.”
I thanked everyone for coming to the event. I mingled with the survivors and victims offering support and condolences. My eyes were on the man holding our daughter. And I made my way towards them.
“I’m so proud of you, Bex. You did great. I know how hard that was for you,” Shane said as he hugged me and handed me our daughter. We shared a kiss as well before I kissed her little head.
I don’t know who saved me and made them really stop, but Shane picked up my broken parts and put me back together. I now work with sexual assault victims along with Isla. We are making amends for hiding behind our fears and not speaking up. Assault victims are conditioned and trained to both fear and love their attackers. They are afraid to speak out due to threats and fear. Oftentimes they are removed from one situation and put into another. I am lucky to have survived and gotten away. So is Isla. I now tell the victims that we work with, to be brave and stand up for themselves. Zoe and Taylor also help us at the center because they too were abused and attacked.
A month after Isla delivered her babies and spoke in front of the foundation, my adopted brother Tom texted me out of the blue. He had already apologized after he found his wife and they had children, but this was a different kind of text. He was sending me a warning about something that he had found. He said that there was a twin flame curse that would affect my family. He told me to seek out a witch or seer as soon as I could. I thanked him and immediately went in search of Isla. There were so many things that we had questions about and needed to find the answers to. What were we missing?