In love with my Nightmare

“It’s either you leave this house or I kill you and your daughters!” Erica woke up from sleep like someone chased by a lion. Are the nightmares back? She turned, to see her younger sister looking at her with pitiful eyes. Yes, she said. Erica and Fiona have been all to themselves since they lost their mother at childhood, she had worked different jobs over time to take care of herself and her younger sister. I’m off to school, you better get up and go to work. She was older but she acted like her mother. Erica was just 23, a high school dropout and her sister was 13. Their mother was beaten to death by their father when she was 15. And they had since moved from one foster home to another. Their father was either in prison, or he was somewhere in the world with one or a lot more of his concubines. He paid no attention to them and Erica cared little but for her sister. She took custody of Fiona at 18, and had since been on the move from one job or more to another. ERICA Well, another day, another job! She soliloquized and a tear fell down her cheeks like it had been imprisoned and was finally let loose… This would be the fifth job she’ll be applying for in a year, and it was just June. It is either the pay was cut or she wasn’t paid at the right time and when she demanded she was either sacked to asked to work another month, before being paid. And in such cases, she would stop working. “I am strong, I am me and I will make mother proud.” “I will not marry a man for money” She said these words to herself everyday before leaving the house, not because she meant them, but because those were the last words of her moths before she finally passed at the hospital. ALEX Pick up that rag, you fool! I don’t know what imbeciles my father employs to work for me in this apartment. If I come out of the bathroom and see an atom of dirt in my room, you’ll wish your mother aborted you. (He walked to the bathroom, naked with his man-anthem moving sideways like a swinging pendulum, he turned and noticed the help looking at him) What are you looking at, you maggot! Do you want a piece of this? She tried to run away, but he held her by the hand and brought her to himself. He could feel her heart racing like a galloping horse on a race track. Do you want me? No, she whispered Speak! You reject! I said NO! She yelled at him. He sent his hand on her and she fell on the bed. You’re not my type of girl, but I’ll have you anyway. She struggled and scream as loud as her lungs could make her. Please stop! She said faintly under her breath. I am yet to begin and you want me to stop? A loud bang landed on the door multiple times, he tried to ignore it but it kept on. He pushed the helpless maid off the bed, fortunately for her, she had worn trousers to work that day, so, he succeeded only in stripping her off her top and was still struggling to take off her pants before her supposed saviour came to the door. She ran to the closet and peeped to see who it was, for fear of being caught half naked. Who is that halfwit? Open the door, you animal! Alex recognized his father’s voice and quickly put on a robe before opening the door. He ran to the lock and was trying to open it. The door was finally opened and Mr. Osborn pushed him out of the way, before he could say a word. Where is the girl? Here! A tiny voice responded from the other end of the room. She came out with her arms across her chest, hoping it covered her breasts. Alex, put a towel across her body to cover her. He didn’t regret his intended actions, he only showed a sign of care because his father was in the room. Alex massaged his erected p***s until he entered a state of m**********n. He pictured the maid naked while passionately pressing his hand back and forth on his d**k until he released c*m on his bed. He wiped it off and dashed into the bathroom. Alex was the only child and heir of a multimillion dollar industry. His birth was a miracle, hence his mother treated him like a diamond egg. But his father had instilled “fear of him” in Alex after his spoilt and careless attitude caused the death of his classmates during his high school days. He had everything he wanted, he was smart, 6’2 feet, his eyes sparkled like water under the moon, his curly hair was the talk of magazines and beauty shows. He had perfectly shaped cheeks bones, his nose was like it was carved specially by the creator. His packs were every woman’s dreams. Some of his mother’s friends intentionally asked to see him whenever they came around because they lust over him. Knock! knock! Who’s there?