THE STORM

5. Bria

We finally arrive at my mom’s house. My mom comes out an instantly hugs me. Her husband isn't far behind. He asks” what are you doing here”. Before I can say anything, the lady explains the whole thing to them. My mom grabs me into a hug an tells me that” she's glad I am ok. That she is sure Liam didn't mean it. That he probably just needs a minute to calm down”.

I’m floored by what she just said. I try to speak up and, say how I feel, but I stop when I see the look her Husband is giving me. She rubs her finger over my face where I’m sure she can see the handprint. My mom doesn't look sad to see a handprint on my face. She tells the nice lady “She will take care of it from here” that my stepdad will have a nice chat with Liam.

The lady leaves after they all talk for about twenty minutes. After we go into the house. My mom has me take a seat in a rocking chair in the living room, while she gets me a glass of water. She gives me the water then waits for me to start. Finally, after five minutes she speaks asking me “what happen.” I tell her everything about today. I expect her to have my back, but to my surprise she tells me that maybe, I just said something he took wrong. That more than likely he just overreacted Because, why would she believe me, she never believes me anymore.

*FLASH BACK*

When I was twelve my mom was dating this guy, Griffin. He was alright until he wasn't.

See Griffin had a friend come in from New York that he had not seen in a while his name Dave.

Well Dave came to stay a weekend at the house. The first day was great, we all were laughing, and my stepsister Mellany told me he was a funny guy. Dave had us all laughing most of the night.

The next day, my mom and, her boyfriend went to the store. To get something for dinner leaving Dave to watch me and Mellany. Mellany had fallen asleep on the couch watching a movie. I wanted a soda, so I went to the pantry to get a soda. When I was in the pantry, Dave came in behind me and shut the door. Blocking my way out, he kisses me. I had never had an open mouth kiss before, so I thought it was messy and gross.

Dave didn't seem to care though, he kept kissing me. I tried to push him off, but he wouldn't stop. Not until he Hurd my stepsister yell my name. Dave then tells me to” not say a word, or he will pay my mom for me and, take me home forever”. So, when my mom got home, I didn't say a word, I kept my mouth shut.

Dave was sleeping in my room because it's the only room they thought of, I guess. When it was close to bedtime, I told my stepsister what had happened, and she was shocked. Later that night I was asleep with my stepsister in her bed. When I felt a hand come down on my mouth, it was Dave. He asked me to touch him putting my hand on his p***s. It was gross. I didn't understand why it was so hairy, but he rubbed my hand back, and, forth on his p***s until white stuff came out.

It was sticky. After he was done, he left but once again threatened me to keep my mouth shut. I did. I ran to the bathroom after he left. I washed my hands to get the sticky stuff off my hand. The next day my stepsister had to go to her mom’s house. That made me sad But, it was life. After my stepsister had left, my mom asked me if I would ride with Dave to the gas station to buy everyone fountain drink sodas.

I tried to get out of it, but my mom told me to “hush and go”. I mean, she had no idea the secret I was keeping. On the way out the door to Daves Camaro, he gave me a creepy smile that made my stomach roll. Once we got on the road, he put his hand on my leg, and I instantly regretted wearing shorts.

My skin was crawling when he rubbed my leg up, and kept going further up. I was never more glad to get fountain drinks than I was right now. we had arrived at the gas station, and I wanted him to stop touching me. We got the drinks then started to head back to the house. We passed the road that took us back the way we came. Dave smiled and said, “I know Sweetheart, but I want to take a longer rout back to the house”. I instantly wanted out of the car. Right now, I want to just open the door and, fall out maybe get ran over.

Dave pulls onto this gravel road then pulls into the driveway of this abandoned looking house. Dave gets out of the car an comes around to my side opens the door and, pulls me out. I actually drop a soda and, I know that's going to be mine because my mom will be upset if I tell her I dropped hers. She will want us to go back to get her another one. So, I will just lose mine. No biggie.

Dave sets me on the hood of his car and asks, “can you take your shirt off.” I flinch and, tell him “I don't want to”, but he takes my shirt pulling it over my head anyway. He does the same with my shorts. I’m standing there in my panties and, my training braw. He comes over an kisses me telling me “Lay back”. I zone out the pain. Just wishing God would kill me now. After he is done, I'm a crying mess. I don't understand what I ever did to get here. He tells me “Your mom sold you to me for drugs” and, threatens to do it again if I say a word to anyone. I go to get my clothes; he keeps my panties. that's gross because why does he want to keep them for.

When we get back to the house, my mom asks me “what’s wrong” I tell her I dropped my soda. She believed me! I went straight to the shower an got in. Cried till the water went cold. A few months later I finally tell an older lady who was driving my bus who (I had become close with) what happened, and she reported it to the school. My moms' boyfriend called me a liar said” she made it all up for attention”. I didn't know if my mom really knew what to believe. It was quickly proven true when the detective told her they found my panties in his nightstand with several other little girl panties in there.

We never spoke about it again after that.

*End of Flash back*

So, I listen to her as she talks. She says, “he didn't mean to do what he did and that he is sorry”. As she is talking her husband is in the room the whole time. We can never talk alone in private (that bugs me). I hear a knock on the door her husband answers it. It's Liam and, I don't want to talk to him right now.

He comes over giving me a hug then tells me how “I’m sorry it will never happen again”,

I tell Liam that “I'm not sure I can do this anymore”. That he could have hurt us or, worse, killed us” all.

He drops his head saying, “I know that I f****d up, but if you come home, I will do better”. He says” I will even start looking for a job to help with baby stuff.” I'm surprised (not sure that I believe him), but Before I get a chance to say yes, or no. moms husband speaks. “He says, “Bria you need to go home because we have nowhere for you to sleep.

That he doesn't allow people to sleep on the couch”. I want to scream no, but what choice do I have. So, I tell my mom “Bye” and we leave. Liam is quiet the whole ride home. Then he puts his hand on my leg.

When we get home, we go to our room, I'm too sad and, exhausted to talk, but Liam has other plans.

Liam- “why did you jump out of the car? It's not like I killed you.”

Bria- “I was freaked out and, thought you were going to hurt me. You already back handed me”.

Liam- “well you are fine; you are always so dramatic.” If you wouldn’t have said that you were going to get a job because someone had to step up”. I wouldn’t have hit you.

I stay quiet because it’s clear that he doesn't see what he did is wrong. (it’s always my fault) Liam walks over to me pulling me to stand up. When I stand up, he starts kissing me while trying to undress me. I'm not in the mood.

I'm trying to break the Kiss, but Liam just gets more possessive. I try to pull away again when a hand comes across my face, he tells me “you’re going to let me f**k you”. That I belong to him and, that means I give him whatever he wants when he wants.

So, with tears in my eyes, he shoves me on the bed and, starts kissing me. I want to throw up right now. Liam starts getting really rough shoving his d**k into me with no patience. It hurts so bad. I just lay there and zone out. Like I'm not even there. While he finishes.

After he is done, I hurry to get dressed in night clothes, then crawl into bed under the covers. I cry until I fall asleep.