Mirror

7

"Come on,"

I took out the frustration sign of not being able to clip the chain which I have been trying to do for the past five minute.

My hand stopped abruptly as my nostrils absorbed a whiff of manly cologne and soon, I could sense his presence dangerously close to me.

What is Maxwell doing here? I didn't even hear him coming.

If you are wondering who Maxwell is? He is my foster guardian, who took me when I was fifteen. A year, two months and seventeen days, to be exact. Out of nowhere, his hand brushes my hair and pushes it in front, revealing my slender neck. I stiffened up at the unexpected action.

"It's okay I got it," Came Maxwell's voice.

I should be relaxed about the amount of time I have spent with this man, but for some reason I don't. A wave of negative energy dazzled me and my muscles were tense at the proximity. His touch was making me uneasy. I know he's just trying to help, but I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

Even staying with him for this long, I could never form any bond with him. We were like two strangers living under the same roof. He showed the least interest in me. Never made any attempt to get to know me and neither did I.

Don't get me wrong, I am so grateful for everything he did but I never understood why he took me. Most people foster orphaned children who are either in dire need of a child or money. Well, for Maxwell, he doesn't fall in any category. He is young, single, has a respected job and is financially stable.

Part of me feels guilty. I know that I should not have such thoughts for someone who has been with me, perhaps if not emotionally, but financially. It's just something about him that just rubs me the wrong way.

Swallowing the discomfort, I calmed down, reminding myself that he just wanted to help. I nodded my head, knowing he was waiting for my response. While he clipped my chain, I stood there fidgeting my fingers and my gaze trained on my hand.

Once I finished, I was about to move, but before that I couldn't as Maxwell's hand circled around my waist. Confused by his expected behavior, I went to ask him what he was doing, but an even greater surprise came shortly after as he interspersed with kisses on the back of my neck.

I gasped at the contact, my eyes grew bigger and seemingly froze for a split second, but recovered quickly.

"Wh-what are you do-doing?" I shuddered, trying to unlock myself from his hold.

I couldn't because he was stronger than I was. He, on the other hand, paid no heed to my resistance and continued to glide his lips against the length of my throat. Finally, mustering all the energy inside of me, I pushed him to stumble backwards, caught on the hop.

I was quick to scramble away to the far end. I caught on to the flabbergasted expression which appeared on his face for a split second, surprised by my action before he masqueraded with a stoic face.

"W-What do you think you are doing?" My tone thickened in rage and came out harsher than deliberated.

He just stood there staring at me with a scrutinizing gaze as if he couldn't understand a thing I spoke.

"Get out", I spat with a sudden burst of assertiveness, hoping he would leave me alone.

I just wanted him out. I no longer care about the reason behind his unacceptable behavior. He still stood quiet, remaining unfazed. My hands tightened into fists and my nails dug into my palms. His nonchalant attitude was infuriating. I held myself back.

"Did you not hear? Get out or else I'll call the cops," My voice was taut with anger as the last ounce of patience in me snapped.

"Sure, you want to call the police, right? Go ahead and call them," he mused in a calm demeanor.

He knew my complaint wouldn't do anything to him simply because he is a cop himself.

"Why?" I asked in an upset tone, demanding an answer.

He clicked his tongue. "Did you really think I wanted to be your brother figure? The day I first saw you, I wanted you right then but you were too young, so I took you in and I was waiting for you to grow up but it is taking too long and I can no longer stay away from you." Max finished.

My breath is shocked, my heart is troubled as reality sinks in. He just took me so I could grow up and he could take advantage of me. One couldn't have ever guessed what was going on in his head. He is so respected here.

My lips parted to snap at him but no words came out. I was at a loss for words and voice. I felt as if my tongue was tied.

There was a strained silence. I stood quietly under his watch, unsure of how to respond to such a statement. I was nonplussed by his confession, staring right back at him in utter disbelief.

"How could you?" I accused him, finally getting my voice back.

If he thinks, I'll agree to be his prize possession. A trophy to satisfy his needs, then he is absolutely insane.

"I took you when you had nobody and instead of being grateful like you should. Here you are acting like an ungrateful bitch."

Wow, this man has the audacity to try to guilt- trip me after everything he has done to me. He grossed me out. I can no longer bear the sight of this despicable man.

"I'm leaving," I declared, feeling courageous.

"Leaving-" he snorted. "-where? -" his brows lifted in a quizzical manner "-you have nowhere to go. I am all you have and you are mine," he states.

His words hit me hard, stabbing right in my heart. I have been adapted thrice, but for some reason, every time something unfortunate happened to the family who took me in until it was Maxwell. The words were fast to spears and I was levelled as Johan.

And then nobody wanted me nearby. I was looked down on and even behaved lower. I pushed aside the burning in my chest. I had no time for pettiness.

"I'm not yours and never was," I corrected him. "-and where I go is none of your business."

A dry, humorless chuckle resonates in the air. His jaw clenched and he glared at me. I couldn't help but shiver under his fierce gaze and, just like that, my brave façade faded into the thin air, but I kept a straight face. Well, I like to think I did.

He took a threatening step towards me and that was all it took me to dash towards the door as if my life depends upon it. Everything happened so fast I had hardly taken five steps when I was grabbed by my waist and jerked backward in a tone muscle.

I twisted my body, thrashing violently in a futile attempt to break out of his grasp.

"I can't wait any longer," he purred near my ear.

My eyes widened with anxiety and I pushed my body even more, trying to free myself from its grip. Ignoring my struggle, he leaped me up into his arms, prompting me to circle my arms around his neck.

He walked up to the bed and carelessly tossed me into it. My body bounced a couple of times, making me dizzy from the impact. Lifting my head, I darted it towards Maxwell only to find him removing his T-shirt.

Taking that as an opportunity, I hauled back to my feet but was tackled back flat on the matters. In the blink of a second, he straddles me. My hand flew at him involuntarily to push him off me but his reflexes were quick as he captured both wrists and pinned them above my head, securing them.

"Max please," I cried out helplessly, but it did faze him. Instead, his grip tightened.

I was sure it would leave an ugly bruise by tomorrow, but what I wasn't sure was if I would be alive to see it. The thought only fueled my apprehension and I tried to crawl backwards but he had me trapped beneath his body weight, restricting ever the slightest movement of mine.

He chuckled at my attempts. "Stop moving, you'll hurt yourself."

My lip quivered and my eyes glinted with unshed tears. "Please don't,"

"Shh I'll take care of you,"

My lips detached to plead but before I had a chance to protest, he closed the gap in between us, covering his lips with mine, shutting me up. Maxwell's lips moved against my firm one. Tears rolled down my cheek as all I could do was lie there defenseless and helpless under his mercy. His tongue nudged my lips for entrance but I kept my lips tight, refusing bluntly.

"Open," was all he said, but I refused to open my mouth.

Angry, he harshly pinched my n****e, promoting a painful hiss from me. He wasted no time shoving his tongue deep down my throat. I grimaced in disgust and a sudden nausea hit me. To make things worse, he thought it would be best to grind thick hard arousal into me.

He assaulted my mouth until I was gasping for air. I screamed and struggled to breathe but it was absorbed inside his mouth.

I started to feel a light squeeze due to lack of oxygen. Feeling I would black out any second, I wriggled against his giant form that was crashing my petite frame completely. A part of me wanted to accept my faith, but a bigger part couldn't give up. I jerked my right hand with all my force, surprisingly succeeding in pulling it from his grasp.

He was so caught up he didn't realize it. I reached out toward the nightstand and grabbed the lamp. Without any thought, I lifted the metal and slammed hard on his head. Everything stilled for a few seconds. Maxwell straightened up. His eyes were staring right at me.

I couldn't decipher anything from his expressions and, when I thought I was about to die, I saw blood gushing down his head where I had hit him. His body fell on top of me. A shrill scream escaped me and I pushed his body with full force, which had him knocking off on the floor producing a thud.

Suddenly, my eyes fluttered open.