Chapter 12 #2
The video plays as I look on in horror. I’m trembling and sure Sebastian’s gonna rape Livianna and I can’t remember it taking place, but he stops going for her.
He relaxes back and watches Zara and me fuck. The image on the screen changes.
Now I’m kneeling on the floor and I’ve got Zara bent over the coffee table. I pound into her until it’s clear I’m coming by my tight muscles and strained look on my face.
Before I pull out, Leon shows up behind me. He squirts lube between my butt cheeks and rubs it around my hole, my balls, and between my thighs.
Zara slips out from beneath me and I take her position. Leon guides his grotesque dick into my ass and I take it with a satisfied smile on my face.
I want to close my eyes, look away, and deny it all happened, but something keeps me staring at it. Something inside me needs the answers, the truth of what he did to me.
He fucks me fast and unyielding. My shaft hardens and I say something.
Leon responds by reaching around me and stroking me off. My cum shoots out as he drives into me.
He moves and holds my hips in a firm grip. He keeps me in place and stills himself as he comes inside of me.
I shove the phone away and swallow the bile that’s eating the lining of my throat. “I’ve seen enough. You’re sick and I will make sure everyone knows it.”
“Try to go after me, Cash, and everyone on earth will see this.” He pushes my shoulder. “I’ve got friends in high places, stupid boy. If you believe for one minute you can take me down, think again.”
“And if you ever expect me to work for you or be around you again, you’re insane.”
He tosses back his head and laughs. The fucker laughs in my face.
He gets a foot before me. “You will fulfill every wish I tell you to give me. If you don’t, your precious Lily will pay.
I didn’t let Sebastian touch her last night, but that doesn’t mean that’s not in play.
You saw by the video how much he wants her and that wasn’t the first time he tried to get to her last night. ”
My heart pounds and everything in my vision gets covered in a hazy red. I curl my hands into fists and get ready to swing, but Livianna and Bren round the corner and enter the kitchen.
“Found him.” Her voice sings.
Bren’s eyes are cast to the floor and his nose wrinkles up. “Ah fuck, bro. You tossed your cookies all over the place.”
Leon picks up the towel and throws it over the mess. “Cash is pretty sick.”
“You better not hurl your shit in my car.” Bren hikes his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the front door.
“I won’t. There’s nothing left in me.” Or in this case, there’s nothing left of me.
I’m dead inside. With every breath I take, nothing but dust remains.
Livianna takes my hand and weaves her fingers with mine. “Oh, Callum. You’re shaking and clammy. We need to get you into bed.”
A dreadful smile curls from Leon’s lips. “Yes, that’s probably the best thing for him. All he needs is a little sleep. Once he feels better, everything will be perfect again. Isn’t that right, Cash?”
I glare spears of hate at Leon as she leads me out of the house of horrors.
Bren’s already in the car when I slide into the back seat. I lie down, stretching over the entirety of the small space.
Livianna buckles her seat belt and peeks back between the seats. “Just tell us if you need us to pull over.”
I ignore her and place my arm over my eyes to hide from her, hide from them, hide from life. They chatter incessantly about the night before as my tormented mind goes through question after question.
Why did I come when Leon was doing that to me?
Why did my body betray me?
Did I like that shit?
Was I asking for it?
How did I let that happen?
Why did I let that take place?
Should I tell someone and fuck the consequences?
No, I can’t do that. There’s no way I’ll take the chance that Leon Baker or anyone, for that matter, touches Livianna.
Who would believe me that it was a sexual assault after they saw the video, anyway? There wasn’t a moment on the film where I seemed distressed or disinterested.
Not even close. Quite the opposite, actually.
Now what? I can’t say anything. There’s nothing I can do.
I signed my life away to the devil in a tailored suit who promised to make my dreams of Mayhem come true. Fuck if he didn’t deliver on the pledge that Mayhem came to life.
I can’t believe I didn’t see the red flags. They were there.
The things Leon would allude to. Fuck, my uncle even warned me there was history there. I didn’t pay attention to his trepidation.
No, I was a know-it-all boy who thought he was indestructible. Test me on that belief and I’d beat you into a bloody stump. Hell, I have the rap sheet to prove it.
By the time we get to my house, I’m a sweaty, shivering speck of a man. I climb out of the back seat, telling Livianna to stay in the car because I don’t want to expose her to anything.
I don’t give her eye contact and I barely get the words out to thank Bren for the ride. They both wear thick wrinkles of concern on their faces.
If they only knew the truth, those would be a lot deeper and the worry would be more like a look of disgust instead.
I drag myself into the house, wanting to die. My ma’s sitting on the couch when I enter.
She takes one glance in my direction and jumps to her feet. “Bubba, what’s wrong?”
I hang my head and she takes me into a nurturing hug. I fold into her and cry like I’m four years old.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to say a word. I already know, Bubba.” She caresses the back of my head. “Your pops warned us this would happen, but don’t worry. Do what I tell you to do and he won’t hurt you.”
“Ma—”
“Shh. I know exactly what you need.”
“How did Pops know?” My life is over if this ever gets out. “How will I get through this?”