Chapter 12
Addison
Iexhaled a breath of relief as I shoved my phone into my back pocket.
I couldn’t believe that Mr. Adalyn had agreed to help me.
Well, technically he agreed to meet me, but once I explained my situation, I’m sure he’d help me.
He had to.
My phone pinged with a message from Bruno.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my purse as I headed out of my dorm.
The fact that my grown ass had to have weekly checks from an OBGYN to confirm that my hymen was still intact was absolutely ridiculous.
Mr. L knew my entire class schedule, the days and times that I volunteered at the hospital, and my overall daily routine.
Hell, when impromptu events occurred, he was the first to know.
It got to the point that he only contacted me when I needed to send half naked pictures.
I thought everything was cool and I could make some money by cleaning houses with Akira.
To anyone else, it wasn’t a big deal.
Of course, that wasn’t the case for me.
Bruno’s ass had to snitch and now Mr. L’s ass was going to start checking my location constantly.
I guess if I wasn’t being sneaky about it, things wouldn’t have been that bad.
I made my way downstairs and my eyes landed on Bruno.
His black beady eyes glared back at me as his nostrils flared.
He had a fresh line up and his hair was glistening with that hair in a can for men, but I could still see the small patches of hair that he was clinging on to.
I shook my head.
I don’t know why he just didn’t cut that shit off and move on.
A lot of women liked a dark skin brutha with a bald head and thick beard.
Plus, Bruno was about six feet tall and roughly 300 lbs. of muscle - another bonus.
I remember overhearing him brag about how he used to play football overseas and was about to go pro before he tore his ACL.
I used to feel bad for him because his dream had been shattered, but when he opened his pompous mouth, all sympathy went out of the window.
I didn’t care how fine a man was, once he was disrespectful and said some off the wall shit, he was put on my shit list.
“Serves you right for trying to be sneaky.
You and your hoe ass friend that was giving you rides could have cost me my damn job. Now, I don’t micromanage you because I thought you knew better, but now ima be on you like words on a paper.”
His deep voice growled.
If I could roll my eyes any harder than I already was, they’d fall out. I looked up at him and squinted my eyes.
“Bet if I slipped your Randall looking ass some money, you wouldn’t have snitched to the male version of Ms. Finster.”
“Don’t fucking play with me, Addison.”
Bruno barked, his hand grasping my forearm.
“I was tasked to make sure you keep your legs shut, but don’t think for one minute that I won’t knock you the hell out.”
“Get bent, bitch.”
I spat, snatching my arm away before sliding in the backseat of the car.
I didn’t care how big and intimidating his ass looked, I didn’t take kindly to being threatened.
Plus, Bruno was all talk.
He knew if he laid a finger on me, the precious merchandise, Mr. L would fire his ass or put him six feet under.
If the person buying saw that I wasn’t in proper care, Mr. L would lose out on money.
I heard Bruno mumble under his breath as he slammed the door behind me.
This was some bullshit! I hated that I got myself into this mess.
Maybe I should have just told Mr. L that I was working.
I shook my head.
Fuck that! There was no way I was going to tell him that I was making extra money on the side.
His ass would’ve either accused me of lying or made me give him everything I earned, and I wasn’t having that.
If only I had found another way to help my grandmother.
I mean, I knew my mom had the funds to help or at least she could’ve had one of her many boyfriends help.
If I would have just begged and kissed her ass, she might’ve found sympathy and pitched in.
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
Who was I kidding? That woman didn’t give two damns about me or her mother.
If she wasn’t getting anything out of the deal, then she wasn’t going to put in any effort to aid anybody else but herself.
I sighed.
Mr. L was my only option.
A thought ran across my mind, causing me to smirk as I relaxed in my seat.
Mr. L was going to sell me as a mail order bride.
That, I knew for a fact.
If Mr. Adalyn wasn’t going to help me, then I’d go along with Mr. L’s stupid plan. I’d allow him to sell me and ship me off to wherever, but then I’d run.
I wouldn’t let some strange man touch me – fuck that! I’ll make sure nana had everything she needed and as much as I didn’t want to leave her alone, I was going to escape, and I wouldn’t stop running.
As quickly as the thought crossed my mind, I instantly felt guilty.
I couldn’t just leave my nana all by herself.
What if the person who bought me complained to Mr. L that I ran away? She could be all the collateral he’d need to get me out of hiding.
I sighed and closed my eyes before muttering a quick prayer, hoping that Mr. Adalyn would help me.
We pulled into the parking lot of the OBGYN office, and I shuddered with anxiety.
As I stepped out of the car, I tried my hardest to keep up my nonchalant appearance.
Deep down, I was scared shitless.
I didn’t have a phobia of seeing doctors or getting shots like most people, instead, I was more anxious of what I knew was to come.
I took in the one story deep beige office building that had beautiful flowers surrounding the front entrance and swallowed.
It was ironic that the office looked appealing on the outside, but on the inside, it was a woman’s worst nightmare.
“Go on!”
Bruno snapped, breaking me out of my trance.
I looked over my shoulder with a scowl before heading inside.
Walking to the receptionist desk, I checked in.
Per usual, everyone here was nice and professional, offering me warm yet timid smiles.
They knew what I was about to endure, but they turned a blind eye. Hell, when they could live carefree with a hefty salary, they’d be stupid to tell.
I wasn’t always afraid to see the OBGYN.
I mean, in the past, I had the best Black female doctor in the state, but once I gave myself to Mr.
L, I had to use the doctors he recommended.
I didn’t think anything of it at first until I met him.
“Addison Billingsly?”
I looked up and made eye contact with the nurse.
“Dr. Johnston’s ready to see you.”
I swallowed the bile inching up my throat.
Like I said, I didn’t have a problem coming to the doctor’s office, I had a problem with the doctor himself.
You see, when I had my first appointment with Dr.
Johnston, he instantly became infatuated with me.
He begged and offered up money so that he could take my purity, but thankfully, Mr. L declined his request.
However, because he was so intrigued with me and being the greedy evil bastard that he is, Mr. L made it to where he was my primary doctor.
After paying a substantial fee, the pair had an agreement that Dr. Johnston could be my doctor as long as he didn’t penetrate any part of me.
In other words, Dr. Johnston had free range to touch and grope any part of me without consequences and I couldn’t say shit.
In the beginning, I tried to go to the police, but that was when Bruno watched me like a hawk.
If I was successful at getting past him, then one of Mr. L’s other minions was tailing me.
Hell, I never even made it to the police parking lot. Later, I found out that some of the cops were on Mr. L’s payroll. I didn’t know who I could trust, and it got to the point that I stopped trying.
I followed the nurse into an exam room where she did the usual – took my vitals, checked my weight, and blood pressure.
After that, I was instructed to get undressed and to put on that thin ass paper napkin they called a patient gown and to wait for the doctor.
At this point, my hands were shaking.
I was ready to get this shit over with.
Mr. L knew good and damn well that I wasn’t being promiscuous and yet, he had me in this creep’s office once a week.
A light tap came at the door followed by its opening.
I rolled my eyes as Dr. Johnston walked in.
He was a bit tall, maybe around 5’11, with salt and pepper hair that was styled in a small coiled afro.
His skin reminded me of the pecans I used to pick up and eat when I visited my family back in Texas.
On the outside, Dr. Johnston was a handsome man, bright straight teeth, hypnotizing brown eyes, and a matching salt and pepper beard.
He was like that fine ass grandpa that had all the older women swooning, but all of that was diminished the moment he took action.
“Good morning, my beautiful flower.”
I huffed out a sigh.
“Can we get this over with?”
He expelled a low chuckle as the door locked behind him before he began walking towards me.
“Why, Addison, baby, you just got here and you’re ready to leave me so fast?”
“If I never had to see your ugly ass face again, it’d be a blessing.”
“Now, you and I both know that I am far from ugly, sweetheart.”
Dr. Johnston laughed, running his hand up my leg.
I tried to snatch away from him, but he gripped his hand around my calf tighter.
His nails began to dig into my leg, causing me to wince out in pain.
His dark chocolate eyes bore into me as he yanked up my foot and placed it into the holder at the end of the table.
Dr. Johnston grabbed my other leg and pulled, causing me to fall backward on to my back.
“Please, Dr. Johnston. No one’s touched me, I swear.”
Ignoring me, I watched as the doctor pulled up a chair and sat in between my legs. He hummed out a loan moan as I heard him unzip his pants.
“Now, let’s take a look. Oh, I can see that you are still untouched.”
His cold hands ran up my legs and pushed my legs apart. I used to fight him by trying to squeeze my legs closed, but that only made it worse for me. I suddenly felt his fingers spreading my lower lips, exposing my pearl.
“S-shit, baby. I wish I could suck on this fat clit.”
Dr. Johnston groaned.
“I’ve never seen a pussy so beautiful. Nice, fat, juicy, and with a fucking piercing! Shit, baby! I bet you can get really nasty in the sheets once you were broken in.”
I felt one of his arms moving rapidly as he continued to hold my sex open. The sounds of his low moans and curses filled the room, causing tears to brim my eyes.
My stomach churned with the realization of what he was doing. He pleasured himself while staring at my pussy almost every visit and I shouldn’t have been surprised. Still, I hated this!
I was being violated and the only thing I felt was disgust for myself. Yet, I couldn’t do shit about it.
Clamping my eyes closed, I thought about all of the ways I was going to torture and kill Dr. Johnston when I was able to escape Mr. L. If he felt comfortable doing this to me, I could only imagine how many other innocent women he’s violated.
When I make my escape, I vow to come back and cut him up piece by piece for every time he’s touched me without my permission.
Dr. Johnston grunted and I could feel his body slightly jerking. His heavy breathing made nausea roll through me as he finally removed his hands from me.
He took a deep inhale of my pussy before I heard him stand up and zip his pants. I refused to make eye contact with him as he rolled the chair back to the corner of the room.
“As always, Addison, it was a pleasure seeing you and I’ll see you next week.”
I laid still on the hospital cot until I heard his footsteps move towards the door and exit the room.
I jumped up and snatched the gown off of me, quickly getting dressed.
I didn’t want to spend one more minute in here longer than I had to.
I damn near sprinted out of the office and back to the car, not bothering for Bruno to open the door for me.
As I sat in the backseat, tears rolled down my face, but I swiped them away before I booked my flight to Philly.