Hermosa's Regret

Chapter3-Road to a sour beginning

"Car is waiting outside. I'll be right there with you in a minute." He told her and watched her leave before going to have a word with her stepfather who'd chosen not to interfere. "The f**k are you all about? We're friends for f**k sake. What the f**k do you mean by there's a change in plans? How the f**k am I supposed to pay more money to you, man? You already ripped over one grand off of me." He protested.

"Five grand and we're a deal." He replied without making any direct eye contact but with his opened right palm speaking volumes.

Malcolm grunted. "I've gone f*****g too far already, man. You can't just alter things at the f*****g last minute. That's some really snake moves and I thought we're bros. Ain't we?" He quizzed.

"Seven grand!" He replied.

"f**k you man. Who the f**k are you? Are you even listening to me?" He protested.

"Ten grand." He replied.

"Alright, you win." He whispered and pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills which he slammed on his chest. "You're a snake." He spat as he turned around and cussed his way out.

"I'll take that." He smiled and sniffed the bundle of money in his hands. "Man, I'm rich."

Malcolm returned to the car to find Hermosa seated with an impatient look on her face. She asked him what caused the delay to which he replied, "Your stepfather. He can be a very difficult man, can't he?" He did his seatbelt, asked her to do hers and was impressed when he realized she'd done that already.

"Where are we going to? The Ferris Wheel? It's been years since I got to ride it." She asked ecstatically and was about to mention something else but froze when he pulled out a blindfold and a gag. "Wait, what's that? Are you kidnapping me? The money, did he sell me to you?"

"You're riding no Ferris Wheel but I promise, you'd ride something better. You're going to ride this." He said and clutched his b***r. "You want some ice cream? Let's make that high scream because you're going to be screaming the whole night until when I'm done with you." He told her and moved to used the blindfold and gag on her. She screamed and tried to fight him but it was a very weak attempt and within seconds, both the blindfold and the gag were just where he wanted. "Sshhh, stay still or I'd tie you up and throw you back there in the trunk." He threatened and almost like an afterthought, produced a cuff. "You never can tell the chances of finding a f*****g cop. What'd you think?" He asked and took off both the blindfold and the gag.

"She panted heavily for a few seconds. "I promise I can sit here calmly." She pleaded.

He smiled. "Alright, I trust you." He replied and broke into a laugh. "I was only f*****g playing with you. I'm sorry. You're too young. I never should've."

"Really?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure. I got a daughter your age. She'd be ashamed if she ever hears this. Promise me you won't tell her when you see her?" He told her.

"Er, am I seeing her tonight?" She asked and smiled when he nodded. "I promise." Then like an afterthought added, "Where's she?"

"Where every little girl should be by this hour of the night. Home. I took you away from your stepfather because you deserved this freedom albeit only for a few hours." He replied. "Cops." He said as they approached a checkpoint. They exchanged pleasantries and after an inspection of the trunk, waved each other goodbye.

"Ha, that was close. You thought I was going to maybe raise an alarm?" She smiled.

He smiled back at her. "No, there's no need to." He replied and they drove in short silence.

"I won't go back. I'm going to run away. You could help me. Please." She said suddenly.

"No, you can't. You left home with me so he'd easily report to the cops and have me arrested. I don't know but I'm sure you wouldn't want me getting into trouble because of you." He smiled when she shook her head. "Good. Let's take you home. What is left of the night is short." He told her and smiled when she replied with a little snore.

He pulled up few minutes later in a little cottage and carried her inside, up the stairs and into a bedroom which had already been properly set in her favorite color, pink.

"What are you doing?" She asked when she felt his hands pressing her breasts. "How about your daughter?"

He smiled mischievously. "Don't you get it? It was all a made up story to avoid an episode with the cops. I have no daughter but I'll cut you a deal though. You said you want to run away, huh? Here." He said and gave five one dollar bills to her. "That's five dollars more than you had staying home. I could get you twenty more dollars if only you let us have sex."

"What?" She screamed fearfully. "I've never slept with nobody. I can't sell my virginity."

"You have two options. The first is to have s*x with me for the money and the second is to have s*x with me without any payment whatsoever. I'm being generous but the offer won't last forever. The choice is yours to make." He said and left her alone to ponder while slowly taking off his shirts. "Time up. Im-"

"Please, I'll have the money." She cried and cursed herself for giving in.

"You've chosen well." He told her and eyed her as she stared at him undressing. "Your clothes won't get off on their own accord, you know!" He said as he readied for a mutual s*x that was however heavily forced.

*****

She returned home the next morning with a deep feeling of guilt and regret. She had regrets for choosing to go outside and very deep guilt for caving into his lustful demands as she felt that she should've done more to put up some sort of self defense or at least, sensed foul play from the onset and notified the police officer they met on the road. She had no doubt in her stepfather being fully aware and sowed a fresh seed of resentment and hate for him. She headed straight to her room and crashed into the bathroom to wash herself up. She'd been hurt from the rough intercourse and felt ashamed of herself for losing her virginity in the manner she did.

She got in bed and tried to sleep as she barely had time for that the whole night but all she could see was a mashup between scenes from the previous night and images of her mother's most disappointed look whenever she tried to close her eyes. She remembered her mother ending it all and with tears, reached out for the knife which was surprisingly in her room as she had no memory of taking it there from the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, momma." She whispered and released a loud scream.