Don't Give Up On Me - Unedited

Chapter 22

"I was 13 when my mum died and I had to live with my aunt as you know. She was a drinker and a drug addict. How she was able to pass the system to care for any child I will never know. Then again appearances are deceiving. The mask she wore to others didn't define the true hateful, careless, neglectful bitch that she was. Her true character always remained hidden to the outside world.

I stub out the cig I was smoking and light another then carry on.

"Her and my mother never seen to eye to eye for as long as I remember. Some sibling rivalry my mother always said. It was jealousy. My mum was the sensible one, stayed in school went to college and earned a business degree. She took over the family business. It was only a flower shop but it ran through four generations, well was meant to but I sold it and split the sale with Owen. My aunt however was tw wild child. A rebel who was always off the rails. When I moved in with her she was great the first few months while mandatory checks were made. When all was a success, she changed overnight."

I stub out the second cig and Hunter remains quiet. Probably worried if he interrupts I'll stop talking.

"The drinking began, the drugs and then the men. I didn't know then why all the many men calling at different hours came to the house. I was oblivious. Any innocent 13 year old would be."

A gust of wind blowing had me shivering. Hunter ran his hand up and down my arm. Standing up he stuck his hand out.

"Let's get inside. It's chilly. You can tell me the rest inside." I placed my hand in his and walked with him into living room. Settling down into the couch, he sat with me with and wrapped his arms around me once again.

"I woke up one night to what I thought was my aunt screaming. Automatically assuming the worse, I ran downstairs and witnessed one of the men that regularly called on top of my aunt. The back of the couch disrupted my view to see them clearly. I screamed at the man to leave her alone. My aunt shot upright from the chair and told me to go back to bed that nothing was wrong. It was when she shot upright that I could see she was naked as the man was. Another man sitting in the corner I didn't see at that point walked over and asked my aunt a price for me. I didn't understand the conversation between the two. She told him I wasn't for sale. I was thinking the man wanted to buy me. How silly eh? He offered her double of the usual rate. She agreed and asked me to show 'the nice man my bedroom' and 'be nice and give him whatever he needs'. 'Needs' was the right term alright. So little me took him up to my room. He sat on my bed and gestured for me to come over to him. Told me not to be scared, he would take good care of me and won't hurt me. I believed him of course. I made my way over to the bed and sat beside him. He asked did I want to play 'mummies and daddies' with him. I agreed."

Hunters arms tightened around my body already knowing what was going to come next.

"The man told me his name was John and I told him mine. He lifted my over grown hair and put a tendril behind my ear. John lifted my tiny frame and placed me on his lap. He asked me did I know how to kiss, I told him no. He said 'but all mummies and daddies know how to kiss. Do you want me to show you how?'. I told him no. I was so embarrassed and my mother always told me as a child that kisses were only made for your husband. He said when I went to school all the boys would want to kiss me because I'm so beautiful and they would make fun of me if I didn't know how to. I told him I didn't want to kiss all boys, just the man that I was going to marry. John said if I wanted to make the man I was going to marry happy, I had to be able to kiss, so I agreed with him and told him to show me how to. He place his lips over mine and started to move his. I started to copy what he was doing. I pulled my head away when I needed to gather a breath. John wanted to kiss and again and that we were going to use out tongues this time. When he started to kiss me the second time, he bit my lower lip and rammed him tongue in my mouth playing with mine. I remember the disgusting pungent taste in his mouth. The noises he was making started to scare me a little and he held my head when I wanted to pull away again. His hands started to travel to my bum and then up to my hips where he held them really tight and pushed something hard up against me. I remember whimpering at the death grip on my hips when John stopped and stood up. He said we were going to play a better game and started to unbuckle the belt on his trousers. They fell to the floor and his boxers came down next. He had his fucking dick out. He sat it in his hand and started to stroke it and told me I have to kiss the tip of it. 'All daddies love it' and 'after you give it a nice kiss you can start licking it'. I started to step away from him and went to turn around to go do my aunt. I knew it was wrong then what he was asking of me to do. Before I could reach the door handle, he pulled me back by the hair. I started crying and shouting for my aunt. He hit me in the face, then took his belt out of his trousers and whipped it across my back. The intense pain of that belt strike made me realise I was going to have to do whatever he asked of."