Chapter Nine
Milly
We pull up to the house, and I am already in tears. Adam opens my door and offers me his hand to take as Grayson walks around to us. “Ready?” Grayson asks me.
“No,” I reply with a frown.
“She is not to be alone with him for any reason,” Grayson says to Adam.
“I know, man,” Adam says. Grayson nods and takes my other hand. I realize I am still holding Adam’s hand—and Grayson sees it too—but neither of them says anything. They just let me take the comfort I need.
When we get to the front door, it opens. “Milly,” Mom says warmly. “Come in, guys. Lunch is almost ready.”
We step inside, and Greg is sitting on the couch watching the news. He glances up at me, but looks back to the television. “I’ll hang out here,” Adam says.
“Let’s grab your stuff while lunch is cooking,” Grayson says to me. I nod and let go of Adam’s hand so I can lead Grayson down the hallway. Grayson stops us at the doorway and points to the padlock hanging from the hook.
“Yeah…” I say before walking into the room. For a split second, I expect to see her lying in bed. I even turn like I am going to greet her, but then I freeze.
“What is it?” Grayson asks, gently kneading my shoulders.
“I used to always say hey to her when I’d come in,” I say. “But she’s not real.”
“No, baby. She’s not,” he says. “Let’s get your stuff.”
“Right,” I say before going to the closet.
I pull out the bags I have stored and lay them on the bed before I start pulling my clothing out.
Grayson goes to the dresser and starts working on that.
When he finishes, he goes to the bedside table.
I remember that is where the stockpile of razors is, so I rush over and step in his way.
“Milly,” Grayson says, narrowing his eyes at me.
“You’ll be mad,” I say.
“No, I won’t,” he replies before gently kissing me. When I relax, he moves me out of his way and opens the drawer. He doesn’t even flinch as he grabs the items that aren’t blades and shuts the drawer. “You done?”
“Uh… I just need the stuff from the top shelf of the closet, but I’m short,” I say.
He nods and turns to the closet, but I keep my eyes on the nightstand.
I am trying to resist, but I still turn back to the bedside table and pull the drawer open.
I pick up one of the razors and flinch when Grayson wraps his arms around my waist. “I’m sorry… ”
“Don’t apologize. What are you thinking?” he asks.
“That I can find so much relief in something that causes so much damage,” I say. “I hate that I already miss it.”
“Anytime you struggle, we can do impact play. If we can’t right away, just communicate, and I can help,” he says. “You aren’t alone, Milly.”
I sigh and drop the razor back into the drawer before turning to face him. “Good girl. I’m proud of you,” Grayson says before kissing me.
When we get back out to the living room, Adam is sitting on the couch opposite of the coffee table from Greg.
“Lunch is ready,” Mom says. I turn and follow her into the dining room with Grayson behind me.
When we sit, Adam sits on my other side between Greg and me.
Greg is at the head of the table and staring me down.
“So, how are you enjoying being with Grayson?” Mom asks as she dishes a piece of chicken onto my plate.
“Good,” I say simply.
“You don’t sound like it’s good,” she says as she puts a scoop of potatoes on my plate next to the chicken.
“No, it is. Grayson is a wonderful man,” I say.
“She doesn’t need all of those calories, Charlotte,” Greg says when Mom is about to put a second scoop of potatoes on my plate.
“May I?” Grayson asks Mom.
“Absolutely,” she says, handing him the spoon. Grayson glares at Greg as he puts the second scoop of potatoes on my plate.
“If you want more, just let me know,” Grayson says. Adam slowly leans in and reaches for my potatoes, making me giggle. I glance up and see Greg glaring at me, so I drop my head and put my hands in my lap. Grayson promptly lifts my chin and kisses me. “Eat, Baby Girl. You have done nothing wrong.”
“Is there something you’d like to say to me, son?” Greg asks, challenging Grayson.
“Oh, there is plenty. Do you want to have this conversation in front of your wife?” Grayson asks, taking a bite of chicken. “This is lovely, Charlotte. Thank you.”
I take a small bite of my food and just focus on my plate. Adam nudges my leg, and when I look over at him, he sticks his tongue out. I laugh at his randomness, and he grins.
“You should know Milly will fuck anyone who looks at her for too long. You better watch your wife,” Greg says simply.
“Greg,” Mom scolds.
“Let’s get something clear right now,” Grayson says in a tone so calm that not even Mom believes it. “If you ever disrespect my wife again, I will make you regret the day you slithered your ass into this family.”
“I will say whatever I want to my daughter!” Greg booms, slamming his fist down on the table.
“I’m not your fucking daughter!” I suddenly scream at him.
“You will not disrespect me in my home,” he shouts back.
“You mean the house my real father bought?” I scoff. “The home with the room you fucking forced me to sleep in at night that has his blood under the paint, all because it’s the furthest from mom? Guess she does have a type. A fucking child rapist!”
Greg is suddenly on his feet. Adam stands up in his way, but Greg shoves the table toward Mom to give him a clear path to me. I jump up and get behind Grayson, who is now standing.
“What is she talking about?” Mom demands.
“She’s fucking insane,” Greg snaps at her. “This is why I didn’t want her in that…”
“I’m the one he was raping, not Molly,” I say.
“The crazy bitch is still talking like…”
“Shut. Up.” Mom growls at him before looking at Grayson. “All those times she would talk about Molly… She was talking about herself?”
“Yes,” Grayson says simply.
“I didn’t fucking touch the…”
“I think it’s best you get Milly out of here so I can have a word with my husband,” Mom says to Grayson. “I’d love for you and I to sit down and discuss this at a later point.”
“That sounds wonderful, Charlotte,” Grayson says. I turn and run out of the dining room, through the living room, and outside. I go straight to the truck and get in. After a few minutes, Grayson and Adam come out with the bags and load them before getting back into the truck.
I stay silent as we drive. I am so far past panicked right now.
I feel like I am losing my mind. My eyes keep going back and forth between Grayson and the door handle.
I could throw myself out of this truck… but that’s ridiculous.
I don’t want to die, I just want peace. I need peace.
I take my seatbelt off and turn to Grayson to unbutton his jeans.
He grunts his approval when I pull his cock free and start stroking him.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Adam says. I lean down and take Grayson to the back of my throat and suck hard, making him groan. I bob my head up and down, focusing on his pleasure. He grabs a fist full of my hair and guides me on and off his cock, groaning as I suck.
“You better not wreck us,” Adam laughs. Grayson pulls the truck off to the shoulder of the road before leaning his hips to fuck my throat.
I am whimpering and moaning as he quickens.
I am on the verge of coming, but he does first. I swallow him and don’t stop, hoping I’ll come. He pulls me up and kisses me instead.
I dramatically whine and sit up as he puts his dick away. “Let’s get home, and I’ll make it up to you,” Grayson laughs.
“What happened?” Adam asks.
“Sucking me works her up a lot, and she can come without stimulation. I think that me taking over made it where I came first, and now she’s horny and sad,” Grayson says with an amused tone as he pulls back onto the road.
“Some husband you are,” Adam laughs. “Milly, if you were mine, I’d fuck you nice and good on the side of the road.”
“Some husband you are,” I say teasingly to Grayson.
“I see how it is,” he laughs.
“And you call me a brat,” I say, making Adam laugh.
By the time we pull into the driveway, I am calmer and less tense. Grayson walks around and opens my door so I can slide out. We walk into the house, and Adam comes in behind us.
“You coming tonight?” Adam asks as they set my bags on the couch.
“Haven’t decided,” he says. “Come up with us. I need to change the bandage on her leg.”
Grayson leads me upstairs and goes into the bathroom as I slip my shoes off. He returns with a first aid kit and sets it on the bed. “Take your pants off and lay, please,” he says.
“Uh. Okay,” I say.
“Milly,” Grayson says, lifting my chin. “What is it?”
“I don’t have underwear on,” I say. “And…”
“And he just watched you suck my cock and nearly came,” he counters. “Pants, Baby Girl.”
I sigh, but do as he says and take my leggings off. When I sit on the bed, I move up some and lie back so my legs can hang off from the knee down. Adam sits next to me and turns to face my body as Grayson spreads my legs to stand between them.
I lay my arm over my face and just breathe. Grayson takes the bandage off, and the cool air hitting it feels nice. “Can you clean that? I need to grab something,” Grayson says. He walks away, and I move my arm to sit up on my elbows.
“Is this the deepest you’ve cut before?” Adam asks.
“No,” I say. “I used to do worse when I was a teen.”
“What is your deepest?” he asks as he gently cleans the cut on my thigh.
“It was on my arm,” I say. “I hit something important, apparently.”
“So you’ve been on a psych hold before?” he asks. “Usually, they do at least a seventy-two-hour hold for that.”
“No. Greg just wrapped my arm and took me to some clinic in town. They knocked me out, and I woke up with my arms stitched up,” I say.
“Bet that was Tom Freeman,” he says.
“What?” I snap at him. He looks up and gives me a confused look.
“Thomas Freeman,” he says.
“It was a nurse,” I say harshly. “How do you know that name?”
“What’s wrong?” Grayson asks.
“Thomas Freeman,” I say.