My Stepfather's Darkest Secret

Laura’s Pov “Yes, oh yes.. Dadddy!” “Harder! Harder, please! f**k me harder!!” “Want me to gag your f*****g mouth?” “Yes, I want you to do anything you want to me.” I could hear these titillating conversations and loud banging sounds coming from my brother’s room. “f**k me, yess, Yess.” “Keep your voice down, b***h. This room is not f*****g soundproof.” I heard Corey’s hoarse voice again, and my legs nearly gave out. He.. He said he was done with f*****g every p***y in a skirt. He said he loves me and wants me to be his wife! Why? Why couldn't he just keep to his promise for once? H- how could he do this to me over and over again! Tears poured from my eyes as I felt my heart shatter into a thousand pieces. I heard a loud scratchy moan that shot an icicle through my chest. I wished I was the one he was f*****g like that but I couldn't give myself to him without being married to him. I was scared our dad would never let us be together. I was paralyzed on the spot. “Tell me you want to f**k me again, please Corey, tell me, you want to f**k me forever.” Her cloaked voice rang in my ears. “I want to f**k you now,” Corey replied breathlessly. “Now shut up and enjoy the moment.” I understood that none of the girls he f***s meant anything to him but it still hurt to catch him and not be able to do or say anything. Tears prickled my eyes as I stayed glued to the door, torturing myself with yet another one of his ravaging sexcapades. I wondered what excuse he would give this time. For some reason—maybe to hurt myself even more—I imagined him choking the girl and thrusting inside her with so much fervor. I felt a crack in my chest the more I imagined him f*****g anyone but me. I couldn't take it any longer. I stumbled backwards, away from the door like it was the plague itself. I dragged myself back into my room, which was two doors away from his, along with my broken heart and heavy luggage. I was a High School graduate just arriving from boarding school. He was supposed to pick me up but well… he was pretty much occupied. A heavy wave of vile irritation snaked through my veins, and it prompted me to slam the door to my room so hard the post rattled and the voices stopped. It seemed they had stopped f*****g but I didn't care. 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 marriage proposal. 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. Corey was the most handsome man ever. We met when I was fifteen and he was nineteen but since then, he has been my crush. He said he was hypersexual. That all of these girls were like s*x toys to him and I was naive enough to believe him that I could be enough for him. I thought he wouldn't want to have anything to do with any other girl now that we would be getting married. I would be 18 tomorrow and he was 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, sniffing back the angry tears that wouldn't stop pouring from my eyes. 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. They had resumed f*****g. Corey’s room was rooms away yet it felt like it was just outside my door. The banging sound taunted me so much I couldn't help but begin to imagine I was the one he was f*****g at some point. I nearly touched myself for how horny I was but I was also very angry and disappointed. I want you to do anything you want to me. I gritted my teeth as I recalled her needy voice. How good could his d**k be that every girl wants a taste of it? How come I was the only girl he hadn't done more than look at? He literally could just come into my room right now and I would let him do anything to me too. I could no longer take these raging hormones and pain anymore. I was sinking too deep and I didn't want to shamelessly touch myself. I grabbed my keys and phone, heading down the stairs so I could hang out with Isabella in the kitchen. The smell of pasta and tomato sauce filled the air from the kitchen’s post itself. Subconsciously, I moved towards the cabinet to set the plates. “You know that you don't have to else with anything, 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. “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 helped her set the table as a way of distracting myself. I had no intention of having dinner on the same table as him and having him look straight at me across the table with his intense, overwhelming gaze, but I took joy in not just screwing my own brain out of its shell with inner thoughts. I heard his heavy steps descend down the stairs and my heart suddenly caught in my throat. My phone rang when I felt his presence in the room. I seized it and my keys off the counter then sprinted out with a foolish excuse falling off my lips as I walked out through the back door. I only looked at who was calling after I drove out of the mansion. It was Cassie.