My Stepfather's Darkest Secret

Laura’s Pov "Okay, so Corey, I have been meaning to tell you this, I don't think I can hide it anymore. I love you—” A high pitched moan tore through the hollow corridor from the end of hallway, cutting me off. “Yes, oh yes.. Dadddy!” Corey occupied the last room... “Harder! Harder, please! f**k me harder!!” Not again... My legs trembled with each step that brought me closer to his door. My ribcage ached from my heart screaming out like a jail bird. I laid my ears against his door like it was made of fire. I was scared to burn from the harshness of reality before me. “Want me to gag your f*****g mouth?” Corey husky voice jabbed my heart. I closed my mouth from weeping out loud. Tears welled up in my eyes. “Yes, I want you to do anything you want to me...ANYTHING.” I stood there, soulless, listening to them bang and talk and bang harder. “f**k me!! Argh—” “Keep your voice down Cy!” Cy? As in Cynthia, the pumpkin farmer's daughter? “This room is not f*****g soundproof.” Corey huffed. So he Cious pick her at the farmer on the other side of town but couldn't make it to my graduation... My legs nearly gave out. It was the coldest slap to the face. Everywhere hurt as breathing got harder. He.. He said he was done with f*****g every p***y in a skirt. He said he loves me. I chuckled bitterly. I have always been the naive full. My eyes blurred over. Holding back the tears was impossible when my heart shattered all over again. . A loud scratchy moan tore the veil. He f****d her to the finish line. I pulled away, staggering. “Tell me you want to f**k me again, please Corey, tell me, you want to f**k me forever.” Her pleasure drunk voice pleaded like a child begging for ice-cream. “I want..to be in you..over and over again,” Corey proclaimed between heavy breathes. “Now shut up and enjoy the moment.” Flesh pounding flesh echoed, followed by an exhilarated high pitched moan. "I am so done with this.." I wondered what excuse he would give this time. I felt a crack in my chest the more I imagined him holding her hair back while he plunged her. What I spent years fantasizing about, the farmer girl got to have a taste so easily. I stumbled back down the hall, pressing my fingers against the casing walls for support. My legs were wobbling, making me realize heart break was so similar to a bad alcohol trip. I escaped into my room which was three doors from his, along with my broken heart and heavy suitcase. I threw it with all my weight against the wall, hoping it would drown out the filtering moans from the paper thih walls. This was supposed to be my best day. I graduate valedictorian. Corey comes to see me, we kiss and begin dating as he promised. None of that happened. Instead, I am faced with blatant betrayal. I felt like I was corroding from the inside. A heavy wave of vile irritation snaked through my veins. I needed to let it out or it would kill me—that's how it felt. I sighted my opened door and took my anger out on it, slamming it against the post, evoking a loud disruptive noise. The moaning stopped from down the hall. I waited for relief but it didn't come. The damage was truly done. I’d heard enough to ruin my entire life. I breathed heavily, in and out, trying to regulate the chaotic emotion tearing through me. But regret as bitter as bile sipped up my throat. I needed to leave this house. I needed air. I lowered myself into the half of my bed, digging my fist into the soft sheets. There was a slight chill in the air in my bedroom. The kind that reminded one of emptiness, just as I was feeling inside. When Isabella, our caretaker, had opened the door for me earlier and told me where to find Corey, I had taken my time to rethink my decision about his dating proposal, on the condition that I finished high-school first. He was the reason I pushed through that hell hole of a school and finished top of my class. My best friend, Cassie, spent hours convincing me not to agree since we both know how much of a w***e he was but I was foolish to believe he had changed finally because he had a condition set for me. I thought it meant he was taking me seriously now. Corey was the most handsome man ever. We met when I was fifteen and he was nineteen but since then, he has been my undying crush—now I was the one who felt like dying. Hypersexual my ass! All of these girls were like s*x toys to him and I was naive enough to believe him that I could be any different. I would be 18 tomorrow and Corey 23, but obviously, he never took any of the promises he made to me seriously. Maybe to him, I was still a teenager. Which was why I decided to confess my feelings to him on the eve of my 18th birthday. I could swear he felt the same with the way his eyes always lingered intensely anytime he visited me in school. “f**k you, Corey,” I cried angrily. I knew deep down, I was more mad at myself. I couldn't believe I was still thinking about him in the best light, even after what I had just witnessed. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't unhear what I heard and still hear. Yes, they resumed f*****g. The couple were rooms away yet it felt like it was happening outside my door. Thanks to the paper thing wall of my step-dad's century old paper castle. I want you to do anything you want to me. Her dainty voice played over and over in my mind. I gritted my teeth as I recalled how needy she sounded. How good could his d**k be that every girl was dying to have a taste? How come I was the only girl he hadn't done more than look at? . I was at the brink. I was sinking too deep and I was beginning to think about Corey doing the same to me. I was reducing myself to a s*x toy, to be desperate, just like he did to the other girls. I felt a surge through me. A determination to not become someone I wouldn't recognize. I grabbed my keys and phone, heading down the stairs so I could hang out with Isabella for distraction. The smell of pasta and tomato sauce filled the air from the kitchen’s post itself. Corn beef broth too. Subconsciously, I moved towards the cabinet to set the plates. “You know that you don't have to do anything now, you just got back from school—” “I am fine, Isabella. I want to do this.” I grabbed her shoulders, kissing her sweaty cheeks. I didn't mind the little dab of salt. She knew my feelings for Corey, and could obviously hear the show he was hosting. Her smile was weary and full of sympathy. “I don't think he knows you're around,” Isabella said, as if to comfort me. “So he does this when I’m not around.” I cackled bitterly. “You know that’s not what I meant…” I didn't give her a response. I was too sad to confront the truth. "I don't really care anyways." I shrugged my shoulders, lying through my teeth. The take was all set when I heard his heavy steps descend down the stairs. I fell into a flight or fight mode, stuck in a limbo. Should I leave or stay and face him? My phone rang as he entered the room, sweaty and shirtless. I allow my eyes linger on his pointed n*****s, watching him head to the fridge without a word to me. I seized my ringing phone and car keys off the counter, sprinting out the back door equally without a word to him. Two can play this game. I didn't attend to my ringing phone till I had driven out of the enclosed estate. It was Cassie.