1. Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Presley
**On Page Rape**
Two months ago….
“Come on little girl, open up for daddy,” he grunts, slapping my cheek with his rancid cock.
“No, get the fuck away from me, asshole.” I yell, thrashing beneath him, but he pushes my arms higher above my head.
“Take it, you little bitch. Your mother is shit at satisfying a man but you are the perfect little ripened plum.” He groans, inhaling the side of my face as I continue to thrash under his hold, screaming for help that never comes. He drugs my mother almost every night and she never wakes to help or she just doesn’t care. Tears spring in my eyes as he pulls my hair back in his fist so tight it feels like my scalp is going to rip. “You know you like it. Service me like the good little bitch you are or else I’ll jerk my cock and spill my load all over your face. The choice is yours.” He whispers, licking the shell of my ear. I spit in his face, causing him to slap me, whipping my face sideways. Wrapping his hand around my throat, he squeezes. “You little cunt, keep fighting me. It's just making my dick harder for you, my little darling daughter.”
Suddenly, I hear a phone ringing, and my name being yelled.
“Presley,” a warm hand shakes my shoulder causing me to snap out of the nightmare I was in.“You okay, Pres? I’ve been calling your name for the last five minutes.” Harley asks with concern laced in his dark brown eyes.
“Yeah, I’m good. Sorry I was zoned out.” I reply. The lie on my tongue tastes so bitter. He folds his arms and gives me the, ‘I don’t believe a word you said look’, and I roll my eyes.“Don’t worry about me, old man. I’m just a lonely girl in the world daydreaming of the future away from this place. Let me be great.” I say, leaning my face on my palm, fluttering my lashes, causing him to laugh and shake his head at me.
The front door opens, ringing the bell as a customer comes in. Harley gives me a wink before turning to take Mr. Jenson into the shop to show him how his car is coming along.
Harley Cyprus is sexy as fuck, covered in tattoos, with dirty blonde hair that you can run your fingers through. He leaves the top long and shaves both sides. Most days he looks like a wild man, all greasy from working on cars all day. He has a goatee and a strong jawline I’d love to sink my teeth into, but I can’t because he is a taken man. His girlfriend Amber Horvath is a straight ‘see you next Tuesday’. I cannot stand the bitch. Her voice alone irritates the fuck out of me. Harley’s twenty-three years old and the owner of Cyprus Auto.
Apparently, his rich Grandad left a few businesses and a big old house for him after he passed away which is located over in Brimstone across the Whitestone lake. He has a couple of brothers, but the only one I have ever met was Maverick, and damn, have I met that boy. Mav is one of my closest friends, and were each other's firsts, but that’s as far as it goes. Friend zoned.
He’s a year older than me and runs “The Dungeon”, which is a boxing club by day and something else entirely by night. I’m forbidden from that place after dark and I haven't a clue why, which grates on my nerves. It’s like they can’t trust me with their secrets, but then again, I am the secret keeper. They don’t know half of what goes on with me. Lie after lie, day after day. One day it will all implode or it won’t, but I have to live with this shit until I graduate.
They say your senior year of high school is the best year of them all and so far, only a month in, I despise it. Between the classes and all the fake people that surround me, it’s complete bullshit. I just put on a happy face, keep my grades up, and try to earn as much money as I can to get the fuck out of here as soon as I walk across that stage with my diploma in hand. Nothing is going to stop me from getting what I want. Not even my current dickwad of a boyfriend Jacob Lee Radley, star quarterback for Brimstone High with a full-ride scholarship to play ball. What a crock of shit.
Harley comes back into the office holding his phone, sending out a text.
“Hey Pres, you have the weekend off. Also, the fight tomorrow afternoon has been canceled. I need to go into Whitestone and apparently bury my mother.” He says so nonchalant and I gasp, rounding the counter.
“I’m so sorry Harley. If you need anything, just text me.” I pull him in for a hug and he wraps his muscular tattooed arms around my waist, giving me a tight squeeze. The scent of motor oil and cinnamon hit my nostrils and I take a deep breath. He pulls away from the hug and looks into my sea blue eyes.
“Thanks Pres, I’ll be back sometime Sunday with my other brothers.” He takes a step back, putting distance between us. My eyes widen and I go back behind the counter.
“Will I get to meet them?” I ask. If they look anything like him and Mav, the girls at school are going to swarm.
“Yeah, Casp will be here after school, Brax and Axel will work at The Dungeon, but they all will be attending school with you,” he says with a smirk. For fucks sake.
“That’s cool, if they need a tour guide, give one of them my number and I’ll show them around.” I smile.
“Thanks, Pres. You’re the best, kiddo.” He smiles and I want to crawl into a fucking hole and die. Kiddo, kiddo? Ugh.
“Do you need a ride home tonight?” He asks over his shoulder as he leaves the office.
“No, I’ll take the bus.” I answer.
“You sure? You know I hate that you don’t have a car and are stuck taking public transit.” His eyes narrow at me.
“I’ll be fine, go be with your family. I’ll text Mav later.” He nods and heads into the shop to finish the last oil change of the day. My phone chimes with a text message.
Jacob: Tomorrow night my parents are throwing a dinner party. You are required to come. I’ll send over the proper attire and pick you up at six, babe.
Me: Yes, Jacob. I’ll be ready.
Jacob: Good girl. I love you.
Me. Love you too.
Rolling my eyes, I place the phone down and get back to work. It’s not long until my shift is over and Harley is locking the shop up. I exit out of the gates and head down the block towards the bus stop to wait. The next bus comes in about ten minutes and it's another fifteen until I get home. Hopefully, everything is peaceful when I get there. The last thing I want to do on a Friday night is deal with Stan and his bullshit.
I make it home and notice there’s no car in the driveway. Taking a breath, I unlock the door and enter the house, heading up the stairs. I open my bedroom door and throw my bag on the bed, quickly stripping off my clothes to get ready for a shower. My phone chimes and I dig it out of my bag. Opening it, I see it's a text from Mav.
Mav: Hey there, what are you doing tonight?
Me: Taking a shower and passing the fuck out. I heard about your mom. I'm sorry, Beast. If you need anything, I’m just a text away.
Mav: Thanks, I could think of a few things I need.
The fuck?
Me: What do you need, Mav?
I’ll play along since my interest is piqued. Grabbing a towel and starting the shower, I wait for his text to come through.
Mav: First, you should take a pic of yourself in the steamy mirror, touching yourself.
What in the actual fuck? He’s the one who wanted to just remain friends and now he’s flirting through text?
Me: Friends don't send nudes my guy.
Mav: Multimedia Image. Click to see.
I click it and drop my phone. Picking it back up, I see a large thick, pierced cock. Jesus fucking Christ. I don’t remember it being that big. Christ. I’m at a loss for words.
Mav: Never seen anything that big before huh?
I legit laugh. What the fuck is happening?
Mav: It’s ok, you don't have to say it, but what you can do when I see you next, is get on your knees for me.
Me: Shut the fuck up, you are ridiculous. You could've had this, but you chose to friend zone me. Go find some cheap whore to suck your little dick.
He done piss me the fuck off. I put my phone on the counter and drop the towel.
Climbing in the shower, I let the hot water spray over my body, standing there for a minute as the water cascades down my skin before grabbing the loofa and doing my thing. As I’m rinsing my hair, I notice a figure standing in the doorway to the bathroom and I scream. He pushes open the door fully, holding my phone in his hand.
“Stay away from that boy. It’s bad enough you work for their family, but you are not laying down with trash.” He spits.
“Get the fuck out, you pervert! One of these days I’m going to tell–” I don’t even get a chance to finish my sentence before he’s suddenly in the shower with me, wrapping his hand around my throat, squeezing. He moves so fast as he unzips his pants, taking his dick out and stroking his length, never taking his eyes off me as they burn with want and need.
Sliding between my legs, I try to close them tighter, but he just squeezes my throat tighter, cutting off my air supply. The more I fight, the more air I lose. He kicks my legs open wide before he hikes up one leg and with one brutal thrust, he ruts into me.
I close my eyes, praying it will be over soon as he licks my face, grunting his disgusting sounds of pleasure in my ear. “This tight little cunt is mine. You’re mine, and once your pretty little mother dies, you will belong to me.” He whispers, licking my fallen tears as he pounds into me a few more times before pulling out and growling as he spills his nut on my stomach. He lets go of my throat and I slide to the ground.
“Clean yourself up and come eat dinner, Daughter.”He orders with a smirk, slamming the shower door shut as he zips up his pants and steps out. I reach up and turn the shower the hottest it will go and stay there until it turns cold.
Climbing out, I lock my door and climb into bed. I cry myself to sleep, praying for a better life.
There has to be a better way.