Dark Waters

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Sarah's POV

WARNING: TRIGGERING CONTENT. CHILD ABUSE, RAPE AND OTHER FORMS OF ABUSE. IF YOU ARE DEALING WITH ANY FORM OF DEPRESSION OR ABUSE OR HAVE DEALT WITH IT AND YOU KNOW YOU CAN BE TRIGGERED IT IS ADVISED THAT YOU SKIP THIS CHAPTER.

"My name is Sarah Jameson. My parents are Barristers Elaine and Gary Jameson of Jameson law Chambers and to the best of my knowledge I have only one sibling, Bradley Jameson who is older than me by four years. Contrary to popular belief, that family does not care about each other, their reputations matter more to them so it was hard for me as a child to live with the negligence and abandonment. Nobody taught me anything or what to expect as a growing girl so when I got to twelve years of age in 2004, I saw my first period. Not knowing what was happening to me or how to stop the bleeding I went to my older brother Bradley who at that time was my hero and the only person that ever cared for me or so I thought. He taught me all that I had to know and even taught me how to take care of myself and use sanitary pads. It was all good until about a month my father called me into his home office to give me sex education. Sex education that included demonstrating everything that came out of his mouth which included kissing, touching, fingering, penetration sex and oral sex. By the time I left his office that day my father had kissed me, fondled my growing breasts, fingered me not caring about my obvious discomfort and made sure that I gave him a blowjob and he ejaculated in my mouth and he told me that very soon he would introduce me to penetration sex which would involve his penis and my vagina. I tried to resist him because as much as I was clueless as a child I somehow knew that a parent to child relationship does not involve such things but he forced me into it and when we were done he told me that I was his whore. He would come into my room every night and repeat the same thing, tying my hands to my bedpost everytime I resisted him and would beat me up, he told me that he was loving me. It continued until he decided that he wanted more so he started using his penis on my vagina and when he was close to ejaculation he would make sure that he forced my mouth open and finished there. He threatened to kill me if I told anyone so I kept it to myself but I had enough and told my mother, expecting her to protect me but my mother hit me multiple times and accused me of stealing her husband and whoring myself to him and that I deserved what I got so I did the next best thing, I told my brother. He was not at all happy about it but he couldn't confront our father so he started making me sleep in his room or he will sleep in mine and when he had to stay away from the house for the night, he would take me where he was going which consisted of parties or his friends. That way my father couldn't have me for two months and I was free at last but that was just for a while. After two months my brother stopped me from coming to his room and stopped caring and instead he would tell me to be a big girl and suck it up like the whore that I was. That was when the abuse got worse, my father started taking pleasure in battering me while he raped me but he did a good job of giving me those bruises in hidden places so no one knew. My brother later joined him and my fate was sealed and some of these times my mother will walk into the room while her husband and son raped me and behave nonchalant and even sometimes got videos of it. I started hiding away at the Davis household but I never told their daughter Cameron Davis what was going on. In her head she thought I was just fed up with stuck up parents and I chose to keep it that way because I had been warned not to attempt to tell her else they will kill me and kill her too and knowing those people, they will not hesitate to protect their stainless clean reputation. We continued living like that, my father and brother raping me and my mother only caring that the whole world didn't hear about it. Batter me, rape me and finish off in my mouth, anal sex, double penetration and making sure that I admitted to be their whore for the rest of their lives. When I got to sixteen in 2008 I got pregnant and unfortunately Cameron Davis had to leave the states that period before my bump showed so I was left alone. At first my mother suggested an abortion seeing as it could tarnish the family name but my father stood against it so instead I was forced to keep the child not knowing his evil intentions. There was no single day that they didn't rape me until the eight month, I had the baby prematurely with no medical assistance whatsoever, one of the ways that they prevented the the news from going out but I had a strong baby. Cameron Bailey Jameson, my little girl gave me the strength to keep pushing even though they would rape me every other night but I did all that I could to keep her away from that world. Nobody knew about her and she never stepped out of the walls of that house, not for one day for fear of being seen and people start asking questions. It continued that way until she was two years old, my father decided that it was time to execute his evil plans. He came into the room as usual and this time it was not for me, it was for Cam. He wanted her to watch him rape me or even participate. With only him and my brother at home, I decided to put up a fight. A decision I will forever regret, a decision that cost me my child. Stabbing a pen into his thighs and smashing a flower vase on his head was not enough to kill him like I wished it would but it put him out for a while leaving me some time to head to the exit with my baby, with a purpose of never to be seen but I encountered Bradley who in the spur of the moment grabbed my baby by the neck and like a clamp, he held into her and threatened to rip her throat out if I didn't let go of her. Any mother in my position will do what I did, seeing that fighting was useless and my daughter was losing consciousness, I left her and she dangled from his grip on her neck, he held her like that until he was satisfied and threw her to a corner and before I could reach her he forced himself on me as usual and my father had woken up. I watched as my father fingered my daughter while masturbating as my brother raped me and they enjoyed every moment of it. When they got tired and left us I took my daughter and made a run for it but I was only holding my daughter's corpse. My family raped me until they got me pregnant and then they raped my two year old daughter to death and made sure that nobody knew of it. She died in 2010, in pain and agony, from being raped by her grandfather who could be her father. I have kept quiet for all the seven years that I escaped from them but just three weeks ago at a fundraiser in Canada, I encountered Bradley who tried to rape me after seeing me for the first time in seven years. That is the family that I come from, that is my experience with being a Jameson".

My strength was failing me by the time that I finished, the room was getting dark and silence filled it up but I could still feel her presence. I called to her and she came and held my hands with her trembling ones.
"I have a brunette wig at my house, a brunette wig that I never wear and is always hidden inside my closet. I shaved all her hair before I buried her and turned it into a wig, I knew that a day would come when I will tell the world so I kept a sample of her DNA because I don't want her remains to be dug out, she is already resting and I don't want her to be disturbed. Secure the wig for me Cam", I closed my eyes and struggled to breath but I succumbed to the darkness that called my name but not before letting her know the cemetery that I buried my baby. I floated into the endless darkness and never looked back, I was getting some peace finally. In that darkness, I saw my baby again and as usual she climbed into my arms and slept off while I sang for her.
"Mama", she mumbled before she dozed off.

We are almost at the end..........
This chapter though 🥺