Sinful Pleasure (A Lesbian Story)

The pain in my lower back was becoming so grave and I could feel my whole body drop to the floor for a second. I began to lose cognizance of what was happening around me. Suddenly I heard my room door swing open and the sound that came next was the sound of my father's rankling harsh voice. "Sam, are you alive?" He kicked me with his polished Allen Edmonds' shoe and called out to me. "Get up from the floor!" He bent over and pulled me up by my right arm. "What in heavens name is wrong with you?" "I just slipped." I muttered, running my fingers through my hair. Without a word, he went out of the room and headed back in no minute with some pills in his palms, and a bottle of water. "Take this. They're painkillers. I know you're not feeling well...as regards to how I f****d you too hard last night." He said annoyingly. "I'll just wait for you in the car. Now hurry up." He slammed the door shut. I threw the stupid pills into the toilet and washed my face for the hundredth time. It gave me some sort of assurance that everything was going to be fine. Water helps me all the time. I braced myself up. Taking a deep breath, I stared at the long, frustrating mirror while I combed my hair. "Everything would be fine. There is no reason to panic." I whispered to myself calmly as I put on my glasses. Finally, taking a deep breath, I wore my denim Jean jacket and headed out carrying my leather iPad bag. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Kyle drove at a swift pace as if he was chasing some unknown invisible car. After turning off the engine, he turned to me and gave me a sharp gaze. "Make sure you're standing here by 6, when I'll be coming to get you. Or you'll know how hard my fist may be on your face. Is that clear?" "Yes... It is." I replied softly. "Good. Now get out of my car." He barked like a beast. I quickly got down and then he zoomed off so fast. I stood there for a minute, asking myself if Kyle was an animal in human skin or what he actually was. My hatred for him grew rapidly with each day that passes. [pause] [a little flashback for you, reader.] Kyle Evans was a 35 year old brute and inhumane millionaire. Owning a multinational company that had brought him quite a fortune. His wife, Antoinette, is totally an opposite of him. Though she is hardly ever home, her name is spread across the globe. She is famous for her generosity and vast developmental ideas for underdeveloped countries. Antoinette is an ambassador and a human right activist. She is always everywhere in the newspapers and on television and radio stations. She's either making a speech on air with a topic to fight against war in Syria or poverty in Africa. Her career is more important to her than her family. And that's how I grew up. Having the best things. The best clothes, gadgets, pets, books, schools, and other things. My parents spoiled me with the good things of life. But not all the good things of life. I was only 12 years old, when my father came home drunk one night and then pounced on me and deflowered me. I was hospitalized for two months because his elephantine manhood almost destroyed my little immature womb. My mother didn't know, nobody would tell her. Not even Maria, the maid, who witnessed everything that fateful night. After I got better, Kyle begged me. He told me that it was a mistake and that it was never going to repeat itself. He blamed it on the alcohol. But... another day, his friends came over. He drank again. But this time he wasn't even drunk. He called me to greet his friends. And suddenly, he locked the door and they ripped my dress and played with my body. Oh, how I wept so bitterly, as their filthy sick old fingers raced through my body down my fragile v****a. Then there they went. All four of them. Ripping my walls apart. They went on and on, till I was left naked on the floor and unconscious. Maria said that she came into the room an hour later and met my body just laying there, helpless and covered in stinky stupid semen of four older men. I was unable to speak for days. I was sick and swollen all over. He attacked me one night holding a gun and warning me never to speak about it to anyone. Or he'd kill me and set my body on fire. He beat me and whipped me. All my teenage years were filled with pain and sorrow. But, Maria was always there to sing for me. And teach me how to play a guitar. She was like my mother. Maria gave me a reason to not commit suicide. She loved me and cared for me. She promised me that I wasn't going to feel alone again. And that she would always be there for me. Until one day... When I came back from school. I found Maria shot dead on the head multiple times and left to die in her chambers. I was only 14 years old then. I still couldn't handle the pain. I was tortured for months. And months into years. Till I was 16. Antoinette came home with my first guitar on my 16th birthday. I was so glad for the present. Then Antoinette hired a black girl, Kim. Who taught me how to play a guitar. Kim was very beautiful. She was taller than me, and had a lovely smile. When it felt difficult to learn the keys, she would kiss me...on my lips and sometimes touch my n*****s. She was a lesbian that had feelings for me. I was only 16, and she was 20. She fingered me countless times when she came over for lessons and she made me lick her v****a twice. I liked her. Her touch was different. She didn't rough handle me like Kyle always did. Kim was gentle and loving. I started having a huge crush on her and sometimes when she came over to my house, I would make her cookies and sing songs of love for her. She introduced me to cigarettes and weed, one day when she forced me to sneak out of the house to attend her party. She told everyone that I was her girlfriend. Even though I looked like a boy and I didn't care. I got high and she finally f****d me. We were growing happier in our relationship until one day, Kyle came home and gave me a letter which he said Kim had written and sent to me. The letter said that she was going back to Oklahoma to live with her aunt and to assist her in her restaurant. Kimberly left my life just like that. Just the way Maria left me. And again I was sad and depressed. Life was really unfair to me. I thought I was cursed and sometimes I would cut myself and try to drown myself in the bathroom tub. But I never died. I'm 18 now. And I kind of have learned how to control my suicidal thoughts and depressive moods. I know I am androgynous. A part of me tries to come out to fight Kyle whenever he touches me. But I'm always overwhelmed by my feminine side. I'm starting college in fall. So I'm hopeful that by then, I could finally be free and have enough money to run away from this terrible life. I know there's a life waiting for me out there, somewhere. I just want to be happy once more. I want to quench the emptiness that has overtaken me.