Claiming My Mother's Husband

I Feel So Strange

I stared at the pictures the unknown number sent me, blinking rapidly as if it would change what I was seeing. But nothing happened, and the pictures remained the same.

The pictures of Aaron on his knees, holding a ring out to a woman whose smile was so wide it was a wonder her lips hadn't torn.

I stared at the picture until my vision grew blurry and my hands began to shake.

H-how…? No, why? Why would he do that? Why will he be on his knees, and why will he bring me here when this picture exists? Was he trying to mock me? Rub it on my face and present me to his family so they could all mock me together?

I didn't remember picking up my bag and bolting out of the house, tears falling down my cheeks. The security at the gate didn't ask any questions and just opened the gate as if they saw a crying woman running out of the house every day.

Who knows? That could be possible.

I didn't know where I was running to. I just knew I needed to get away. Far away from Aaron and his lies.

So I ran, with heels and a tight dress. I ran until my lungs and muscles begged me to stop. I ran until I left the quiet, rich neighborhood. I ran until it was dark, and that was when I finally stopped and broke.

I broke down in the middle of a busy street, my legs giving out, and I crashed to the floor, the sob coming fast and loud. I didn't care who saw me, who walked past, or how I seemed to them. All I cared about was getting this pain off my chest.

So I cried until I became numb, until the pain dulled. It was only then that I wiped my eyes, sniffling the snot back in as I slowly rose to my feet, my legs protesting, but they had to work.

I looked around, and I didn't recognize the street I was in. I thought to ask, but people stared at me like I was an alien. So I swallowed my question and decided to find my way on my own.

I resumed walking, but I had to pause and take off my heels when my legs screamed. I held my heels in one hand and my bag in the other as I moved through the street like a zombie, dragging my feet.

I could only imagine what I looked like to strangers.

I walked aimlessly, lost in my head when I was supposed to be trying to get out of here. When I came out of my head, my eyes widened as I realized I had walked myself into a dark alleyway.

Vivienne, are you crazy?!

This was New York. Everyone knew you didn't walk into a dark alleyway at night, especially as a lady who was alone.

I turned to leave quickly, and my heart dropped when I saw two shadows blocking my exit.

“Well, what do we have here?” one of them spoke, and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled the air.

Fear squeezed me by the throat and made my body lock down.

“Are we lost, little lamb?” the other spoke.

I shook my head. “N-no. I’m… I'm waiting for someone! I'm not alone!”

The men chuckled. “Is that so? Waiting for someone in a place like that? You don't mind if we spend a little time with you while you wait, right?”

When they took the first steps towards me, my brain jolted out of the lockdown and screamed at me to run. I didn't hesitate. I turned and bolted down the alleyway, but my legs had already reached their limit, so they gave out, and I crashed down on the ground.

No. No. No. No!

Get up! You can't fail me now! We need to–

“You’re quite feisty, aren't you?”

I froze when I heard one of the men’s voices so slow to me. Before I could force my legs to move, a hand grabbed my hair.

I screamed, the sound raw and filled with terror.

“What a nice scream,” the one holding my hair chuckled.

“Let go!” I screamed as I reached up and grabbed the hand, my nails digging into it. “Let go of me! I’m going–mmph!”

A smelly cloth was placed on my nose, the smell too sharp and foul. My eyes burned, and I fought harder to free myself, but there was no use. They held the cloth to my nose, and my body became dull as I sniffed in whatever drug was on it.

My eyelids grew heavy, and slowly they closed, my body going limp, and everywhere went dark.

***

There were noises, these sounds that dragged me out of my unconscious state. They… they sounded like… moans.

Was I hearing right?

I tried to blink my eyes open, to see what was going on, but it was like there were rocks on my eyelids. They wouldn't budge, not even a bit.

I tried to speak, but my tongue weighed more than a bodybuilder’s barbell. I couldn't move it.

I felt like a mountain was resting on me. And I was hot. So, so hot.

I heard the moan again, this time louder and more strained. It sounded like the person was in pain.

And I heard someone speaking, but I could barely make anything out.

“… yes… I have these… police…”

I couldn't make out what the person was saying, but the voice was so familiar. Maybe I was hearing things.

I felt a hand on my neck and under my knees like the person was trying to lift me, and as soon as they touched me, my body came alive.

I wish it didn't.

I was on fire, from head to toe. And I felt strange. There was a sweet sensation in my lower belly, and I could feel the wetness between my legs. It was so much that I thought it was dripping out of my clothes.

And this person carrying me wasn't helping matters. He smelled so good, and I was resting on his strong chest.

My hand moved before I could even think, feeling his chest, and I couldn't hold back my moan.

“Vivienne,” the voice called, cool and rough, and again, I noticed how familiar it sounded, but I wasn't in my right mind, so I kept touching, kept moaning as I moved my hips, seeking something.

“Help me,” I moaned, my voice breathless and sounding strange to my ears. “Help me… please. I'm burning. It's so painful.”

The man cursed. “I can't, Vivienne.”

But I wasn't listening.

My hand moved down, and when I found what I was looking for, I grabbed it.

He groaned deeply, and I moaned so loudly as I felt his d**k.

It was thick… and fully erected.