Ace-The Secret Assasin

Chapter Ten- Because of Him

[Warning this next part contains graphic content that can be difficult for some readers.]

~Emma’s Dream~

     The sound of the door creaking open, jolts me from my thoughts as I hide under my Winnie the Pooh blanket again. Slowly breathing in and out hoping that he would think that I’m asleep and leave me alone tonight but I knew deep down that wasn’t going to happen. I could smell the alcohol coming off of him before he was even in the room.

     With each breath I took, I heard his heavy feet taking another step. Until they stopped all together and I felt his body looming over me. Squinting my eyes closed I whimpered when the bed dipped from him sitting down on the edge. A hand rubbed my leg from above the blanket. I wanted to scream or throw up but the last couple of times I’ve screamed no one came to help. No one, not even my so called ‘foster siblings’ or ‘foster mother’ , they all knew what he did but never stopped him. He didn’t seem to bother any of the other kids because they were either boys or too old. I was his favorite or so he told me. 

      I figured out too the more I struggled, the more he beat me, making it all last longer. I keep repeating to myself over and over again ‘it’ll be over soon, it’ll be over soon’. 

     “Hi princess, I’ve missed you today.” He says to me in a rough whisper as the vile in my throat threatens to rise up. I swallow it back down, trying to contain my disgust. 

     His hand that was rubbing my leg slowly runs up my thigh reaching dangerously close to my girly area. I shake from nervousness not even bothering to respond to him. 

     Before I knew it the blanket that was pulled over my head was yanked from my hands and torn away from my body. Without the blanket as a barrier I could smell him even more than before. He smelt like he bathed in whiskey. A nasty yellow smile looks down over me as he sees me curling into myself. Callused hands scratch my bare skin that wasn’t covered by the used old Pajama dress. 

     “Princess, come and see daddy.” As he grabbed around my throat pulling me up to his face. I start to choke when he pulls my face up to his, looking into his nasty brown eyes. Lust and evil swirl around them creating the perfect storm. I start to scream out of fear but nothing comes out of my mouth. He slightly picks me up with his hand still rapped around my throat, then forcefully pins me against the bed, tearing away at my pajama dress. 

     Kissing my lips, down my neck until he reaches my stomach. Closing my eyes from the horror that was about to take place, I let a couple of tears slip through my eyes. Hearing screaming coming from somewhere wanting to look around but too scared to open my eyes again. 

     The painful screams keep getting louder and louder until I realize that they are coming from me. Which meant no one was coming to help. 

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Liams POV

“NO! GET OFF OF ME!”

“SOMEONE HELP, PLEASE!”

“YOU'RE HURTING ME, STOP!”

     I was startled awake by faint screaming coming from far away. Always being a pretty deep sleeper I was surprised that it woke me up at all but realizing who it was most likely coming from made me react faster than I ever had. My heart was racing fast at the sound of her voice yelling for help. 

     Making my way to Emma’s room in a full sprint, I follow the painful nose until I reached her door. Worry taking over me, I burst through the door quickly not even thinking about possibly breaking it. I search through the pitch black room, to find Emma thrashing back and forth while crying and yelling for someone to get off of her. 

     Her eyes are screwed shut tightly with her face moist from tears. 

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” She screamed again at no one in particular. 

      I quickly realized that she was having a very vivid nightmare. Walking up to the bed I lean down over Emma gently brushing her hair back out of her sweaty sticky face. Shushing her softly I try and calm her down but having the opposite affect her eyes flash open towards me. Jumping back from the bed she pulls the covers with her like a shield. 

     “...Emma...” I whisper with concern, my hands up for her to see that I mean no harm. Her wide eyes letting me know that she’s lucid. Before I could finish what I was going to say she interrupted me.

     “How much of that did you hear?” She asks with a cold voice. Looking down at her hands still laced with the blanket. 

     “Just that you were screaming for help.... you sounded scared. I needed to know that you were ok.” Giving her my honest answer because I was really worried about her. 

     “It was just a bad dream, I get them a lot.” She sighs still not showing any emotion. “I’m sorry that I woke you, just go back to bed.” Now looking up at me, her eyes glazed over with something I’ve never seen before.

     Instead of leaving like she said I sat down on the side letting my feet dangle off of the bed and faced her. “It seamed like more than just a bad dream to me.” The flinch of her body at my words gave her away. She’s usually so good at hiding her emotions from me but this was different. 

          She stays silent looking at me not even dropping my gaze. I can tell she’s weighting if she should talk to me about it or not. I want her to know she can trust me- No, I need her to know that she can trust me.

     Letting out a big sigh she drops her gaze to her hands again “More like a bad memory I guess.” She whispers almost too quiet for me to hear “One of many.”

     I nod slightly and reach over to hold her hand. When our fingers touch, feeling the tingle spread across my hand. I look at her waiting for her to continue. Wanting to listen to whatever she has to say. 

     “When I was in foster care I got put into a couple of really bad homes. Some worse than others.” She gulps nervously. “One home, the foster dad was an alcoholic who got...handsy with the little girls and took a liking to me in particular.” She stops still not making eye contact with me. 

     “Was he the one in the dream?” I ask softly 

     “Yes.” 

     “What was he doing?” Pressing more. She stayed quiet though until I rubbed my thumb back and forth on her hand reassuring her. 

     “He came into my room again, pinned me against the bed, choking me. His hands touched me in places I didn’t want to be touched.”  Her eyes snapped to me looking for a reaction or pity but I didn’t let it show. This girl is strong, stronger than she knows. All I felt in that moment was pride for her strength and perseverance through it all.

      The pain swimming in her eyes made me lose all sense of control as I got up and crawled under the covers with her. Wrapping her tightly in my arms and letting her head rest on my bare chest. 

     She laid stiff on me nervously but slowly her body relaxed and so did her breathing letting me know she fell asleep. Leaning down to kiss the top of her hair that was braided back, I thought about how amazing it felt just to have this girl in my arms. 

     I slowly drift off to sleep watching the rise and fall of her chest. I could get used to this....

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Emma POV

     My alarm jolts me awake,making a small gasp slip from my lips. I’ve always had my alarm set but I usually wake up before it even goes off so I wasn’t used to the rude awakening. Stiring around trying to get to the phone to shut off the horrid noise I realize, I’m stuck. 

     Two large pythons are wrapped around me tightly, holding me in place. Lifting my head to the man who seems to still be dead ass asleep. My efforts started as sweet and gentle until I got tired and decided that force was going to be the only thing to get me out of his hold. Even though, honestly I might admit I didn’t really want to get out of it.

     Thrashing a little now I kick and push Liam until he is partially awake enough to release the death grip he has on me but he doesn’t completely let me go. “Good morning sunshine.” As he let out a very adorable yawn and smiled down at me.

    “Hey...” I say slightly annoyed “ can you release me so I can turn that off?” 

     He lets go of me long enough for me to wiggle out of the cocoon we made in the bed. I reach over and turn the alarm off quickly, I might be an early riser but that doesn’t mean I’m a morning person.

     Noticing that Liams eyes never leave me I turn back towards him and star at him remembering that nights events. I told him too much about my past and he still managed to make me feel safe. I haven't slept that good since I was sick and took a s**t ton of sleeping meds and even then I didn’t sleep through the night. 

     “Wow you even look perfect when you wake up.” He smiles at me making that same blush as always cross my cheeks. I roll my eyes but I can’t stop the smile that spread across my lips. 

     Needing to get out of this bed with him before I do something that I should. I get up to stretch for a second and move around the room. “Are you hungry?” I ask as I step into the closet and pull out a fresh bra, panties, ripped boyfriend jeans and a tight black v-neck t-shirt. 

     I walk out of the closet still waiting for his reply but when I look up to find him he’s is leaning his back against the headboard of the bed bare chested and arms behind his head staring at me slightly annoying me “What?” I ask  in a snappy tone but not keeping it straight because his stupid smile is contagious. 

     “You left me here alone and those pajamas are distracting.” He says with that smirk still on his face.

     Glancing down I realized that I was wearing my grey silk pajama set. Spaghetti strap tank top and short shorts with no bra. I’ve always been comfortable with my body so I just shrug it off. Grabbing a pillow from the sofa, and throwing it straight at his head. “Do you want breakfast or not?” I ask again while laughing. 

     He laughs with me after the pillow hits his face. “Yeah, I’m starving!” As he jumps out of bed in only his boxers. I noticeably gulp when I stare at his sexy built body. The very large bulge from down under more noticeable than ever. Not believing that I didn’t even notice that he was only in his boxers before. 

     Watching me stare he looks down and probably thinks the same thing as me, “ Sorry when I heard you screaming last night I just rushed straight out of my room, I didn’t even think about my clothes” he laughs “or I guess the lack of.” Making me laugh now. 

     “Well let’s get going, I’m hungry and I need a shower.” Looking at him as he goes to walk past me but stops next to me and plants a soft kiss on my right cheek. Then leaving the room. 

     Somethings different between us this morning. I’m not sure if it’s from the midnight confessions or from the fact that I feel well rested after being snuggled all night but we were more playful and silly than usual. Or maybe I guess I was. He made me feel comfortable and open, when usually I’m just an observer. Watching people live their lives from the outside. 

     I walk to the bathroom still not being able to control the goofy smile that doesn’t leave my face. Hmmmm maybe I want this more than I thought before. What if I could make this thing work with Liam?