Sinful Pleasure (A Lesbian Story)

Chapter 3 ~ Falling Into You

I watched the clock as it ticked.

The sickly feeling the painkillers gave me, was indescribable.

I tried to hide my scars, but instead it surfaced even brighter.

I paced about my abundantly furnished room, searching for ways to cover my scars. "Do I wear a mask? Do I put on shades?" I thought to myself.

Staring at the mirror once more, I let down my hair and put on a hat. I succeeded in concealing some details of my bruised face and swollen, blooded lip.

I was more than happy that Kyle travelled earlier that morning.

It was a call from his company, saying he had an impromptu conference meeting to attend. I was finally allowed to go to the academy on my own.

I got ready and headed out.

Into the streets.

The sweet, soothing feeling of air and breeze and trees and beautiful people all around me, as I walked to take a bus.

I got to the academy in time. But I didn't see Aaron or Payton. I didn't even see Candice or the others. It felt different in the room. The faces were new.

Suddenly, someone called my name.

"Sam! Hey what are you doing here? This isn't our group." His masculine figure appeared in front of me.

"Um... Joey...right? I think I might have missed my way." I smiled briskly.

"I know," he laughed. "Candice and two others missed their way too."

"Really?" I laughed softly. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I came to get a guitar. Aaron said we'll be singing." He shinned his teeth and grabbed my hand.

"Come on, let's go."

Joey was jovial and friendly. Quite taller and had a perfect blonde hair.

Soon as we got into the room, Aaron called to me.

"Sam, welcome. You'll start first." He smiled formerly. And drew out his hand to signal me to move to the stage. "Sing something. Show us what you've got."

What if I wasn't ready? Why am I always the first? Are these people even serious? My thoughts couldn't equalize.

I staggered further to the front.

Everyone's eyes mocked at my figure. I felt stupid. I felt like my hat was stupid. Or was it my glasses? Oh my face was swollen, wasn't it.

"Samantha, are you okay? We are all waiting for you." Payton vociferated.

I lifted my head, and then the excruciating pain in my face became so unbearable. I couldn't utter a single word, talk less of singing a line. I thought I was going to faint.

The throbbing of my pounding heart became so loud, I could hardly hear anything else. My eyes were failing me.

Then, someone broke the silence.

It was Candice.

"Can I sing first? Sam isn't feeling too well."

"Okay, Sam... Please have your seat."

Payton agreed for Candice to take the lead.

As I walked back to the chair, I felt better in a way. The pain automatically subsided. It was like magic or something. And then I just raised my head to watch Candice as she sang Vance Joy - Riptide.

Her voice was explicitly melodious. It was very clear and complete.

Everyone clapped as soon as the song ended. She looked so pretty when she smiled and eventually turned to leave the stage.

I could see Aaron writing things down, and I was sure it was some sort of evaluation.

That made me want to step up my game.

I went back to the stage feeling more confident and less tensed.

"I'm going to sing Owl City - Silhouette." I adjusted the microphone. Then I sat down and lifted the guitar.

.......

"I'm tired of waking up in tears

'Cause I can't put to bed these phobias and fears

I'm new to this grief I can't explain

But I'm no stranger to the heartache and the pain

The fire I began is burning me alive

But I know better than to leave and let it die..." [lyrics]

..........

I was done. I was sure I gave it my best. Everyone got on their feet, clapping for me. I smiled as I walked back to my seat.

"Your voice is special, I must say, Samantha. Keep it up." Payton cheered.

"Totally!" Aaron winked at me. "This is what we want to see in all of you, okay? Now Joey's next."

Joey sang Nick Jonas - Critical.

He killed it. Even better than I did. His vocals was out of this world. Watching him out there, made me feel like I could find a friend in him.

I was looking at the large painting on the wall outside the room, then Candice approached me, holding a drink.

"Do you like art?" She asked

"Uh... Yes. I appreciate art." I replied

"That's good." She smiled and cleared a strand of hair blocking her face. "Your voice rocks! How do you sing so steadily?

"Hmm... Thank you! I really don't know, maybe I just practice a lot." I say, biting my lips to prevent myself from laughing. "You sing beautifully, by the way. And oh, thanks for saving my head. I wasn't feeling well indeed."

"Sure, no problem." She smiled. "So are you waiting for your dad?"

"No. I'll go on my own. He travelled this morning."

She stared at me for a while, as if observing something and then she said. "Are you sure you're okay, Sam? You have bruises on your face. Did you get in a fight?"

"Uh... No. I didn't... I..." I tried to hide my face.

"It's okay, really... You can tell me anything." She insisted.

"I just don't feel well. My whole face hurts... I'm in so much pain." Was the only thing I could squeeze out.

"You know what, my mum is a nurse. I could bring you first aid, please don't say no." She held my hand, and pressed it warmly. Sending a shiver down my spine.

I was moved by her heartiness.

"Okay, I really appreciate that, but I'll be fine, trust me." I rejected her offer.

"No you won't. Look at your disfigured face, Sam." Staring deeply into her eyes, I couldn't refuse any further.

"...okay." I shrugged.

"I'll just call you. Don't worry, I have your number." She laughed and turned to leave. "See you later."

I stood there, trying to comprehend what just happened.

Then I felt the sudden urge to use the bathroom, and I followed my heart. I was done, and leaving the building when I ran into Aaron.

"You're still here?" His deep voice questioned.

"I'm about leaving now." I smiled.

"You ran off yesterday, I looked everywhere for you." His eyes wavered with a depth of concern.

Forcing a little smile, I pondered on the next reply to give.

My palms were all sweaty, and I tried to turn my gaze away from the tall, handsome man that was standing in front of me.

"Well, it's alright. Why don't you get in, let me drop you off." He pressured, playing with his car key.

"Sure, thanks." I grinned as I got into his white sports car.

I wasn't feeling strong enough to walk myself home, so I was glad he offered to take me.

He drove quietly, looking at me from time to time as I just sat there looking motionless.

"Sam, if you must know, the academy has an eye for you. And you're doing just fine, alright?" Aaron cheered.

"Thanks, th...*coughs* ...sorry." I choked out, covering my mouth slightly.

"Sorry. Are you sick?" His mature voice resounded vaguely in my ears.

"Yeah, but I'll be better. It's just a flu." I replied, clearing the hair out of my face.

"Hmm, if you say so." He shook his head, eyes fixed on the road.

We finally stopped at my house.

"So have a nice evening. See you next week." He smiled.

"Thank you. You too." I muttered, as I stepped out of the car.

The whole house seemed so empty and desolate.

The walls grew darker as daylight slowly disappeared.

I plugged my iPod to the sound system, setting my playlist on shuffle mode.

I took off my clothes, and wrapped myself in a furry towel, Antoinette had bought from Italy last month.

As the cold water invaded my warm body, I sunk into it calmly.

Letting all my phobias and sorrows wash away slowly.

As I bathed, the distressing flashback from last night, tormented my mind.

I tried to abandon the atrocious thoughts in my head. The extreme pain my bare skin suffered by each heavy strokes of killer whips.

My skin was bruised all over, by marks of whips and finger trails, due to spanking me every night. My bones were very weak and my head ached outrageously, while my depressed soul sunk deeper into the cold water. I cried bitterly, changing the taste of the water with my salty tear drops.

The soft and solemn music that was playing was interrupted by another strange sound.

I raised my head from the water, and realized it was my ringtone.

I speedily got out of the bathtub and wrapped my towel, rushing to grab my phone. It was an unknown number.

"Hello, who's this?" I spoke on the phone.

"It's Candice, what's up? I'm outside your house, like right now." She replied gently.

"OH. I'm coming!" I hung up.

I got in a T-shirt and sweatpants. Swiftly putting on a slipper, I rushed to the door.

There Candice stood, smiling at me. Her eyes shone in delight.

"Please, come in." I gesticulated. "I was just taking a bath, when you called." I added cheerfully.

"Hmm, nice house." She said, as her eyes surveyed the living room.

"Where's everyone? I know your dad travelled." She added as she sat comfortably on the sofa.

"It's just me and my dad. My mom is hardly ever in the country." I curved my lips to form a smile.

"Oh okay. I'm sure you get lonely sometimes." Her voice lowered.

"Yeah, you can say that again." I laughed. "Would you like anything? Maybe cookies, or a drink?" I tried to act nice.

"Sure. I'll accept that. Thank you." Her electric blue eyes sparkled.

I went to the kitchen to grab two bottles of soft drinks and a plate of chocolate chip cookies.

By the time I was out, she had taken off her jacket. The tight sleeveless top that remained was very alluring. I could see her n*****s pointing out through her top, and it mocked my very eyes.

I dropped the plate and drinks on a table nearby. She went straight for a cookie and I watched her as she ate. I found her very attractive and appealing. Her charisma was just great. She drank a little and then dropped the bottle.

"So, let me see your face. Is it still hurting you?" She drew closer to me.

I took in a deep breath as I let her fingers rub my face.

"Yes, it still hurts." I replied breathlessly.

I almost died at the touch of her soft hands. And her hands had a peculiar sweet scent.

She examined my swollen and wounded lips. Her thumb traced around my black eye.

Then she withdrew her hand.

"Who punched you this hard? You have to tell me." She questioned.

I looked down, searching for words to say. My mouth left opened, as if trying to utter a soundless word.

"Sam, this is ridiculous. I don't understand why you should hide a thing like this," her voice grew harder. "Or are you in some sort of danger? I want to be your friend. I can be of help to you. Please answer me." She added thoughtfully.

At that moment, I wasn't thinking anymore. And that was the instant I decided to say something. To say it all. For so long I had waited, I had longed for a listening ear. At least, someone I could tell my problems to.

"My father sexually abuses me." I threw out straightforwardly.

I shut my eyes, so couldn't see the shock on her face.

"What the f**k? You've got to be kidding me!" Candice screamed. "Who else knows about this? And for how long has this been?" She managed to ask.

"Nobody. He threatened to kill me if anyone gets to know about it. And he really meant it." I cried. "He r***d me first when I was 12. And since then, I have been his plaything. His slave. He'd beat me, whip me, spank me if I'm stubborn or if he feels like it." Tears poured slowly from my tired eyes.

I didn't expect it, but Candice wrapped her hands around me. The warmth of her skin gave me some kind of assurance that everything was going to get better.

We held on to each other.

And I don't know what got into me or if I was too excited, but then I let out a loud cry.

I sobbed on her bony shoulders.

She patted my back slowly, to a rhythm unknown to me.

I could feel her hands stroking my hair, and her breasts rubbing against my own breasts - through our shirts. It was the sweetest moment of my life.

I felt like a bunch of load had been lifted off my shoulders.

"You're going to be alright, I assure you. Listening to you tell me all these, only breaks my heart. If I had a gun, I would've put an end to his miserable existence." She comforted me. "I mean how can a father, r**e and abuse his own daughter. That is... is preposterous." Candice added, sounding irritated.

Some minutes of silence followed and soon enough, I began to feel better. I stopped crying, and just held on tighter to Candice.

Then she whispered in my ears.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes. Thank you so much, Candice.

My voice sounded rough and sweet.

I was really getting turned on by just being in her arms.

Suddenly, the erotic moment came to an halt with a heavy sigh.

Candice broke the union and stood up. I think she wasn't feeling too comfortable either.

She bent-over to take something from her bag that was on the floor. Revealing her buttocks.

This really took the breath out of me. Was she doing this intentionally? Or was she just naturally bodacious.

"Here, let's bandage the open wounds and you'll take this OTC pain reliever - aspirin and then you'll use ice for the swollen eye. After-which, you must rest." She assured me.