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Chapter 81: 7pm

Clay POV

It was just before 7pm, and so I knew that I had to get up and go to the restaurant where I was planning on meeting George. The ten hours were finally up and it means that from now on, Monica should be leaving myself and George alone, and we’ll be doing the same to her in response.

I was just finishing up the coke that Monica had given me earlier as she sat beside me and we watched something random that had been playing on TV. Noah had gone to bed almost twenty minutes ago and while I wanted to leave then (after all the entire day was for Noah), but I didn’t since I didn’t want to accidentally violate our agreement twenty minutes before it ended.

I glanced at the time on my phone before noticing I only had a few sips left of my bottle, with Monica glancing over at me. “Are you going now?” She asked, her brows furrowed as she looked at me from behind some of her loose hair.

“Well it is seven now, so I’ll just finish this last mouthful of my coke and then I’ll go.” I explained to her, standing up to begin heading to the door as I drained the last few drops from the plastic bottle. Just as I was about to reach the door Monica stopped me.

“Clay wait…” she started, walking over to me hurriedly to put her hand on my shoulder. “Sorry for keeping you waiting, but I had something that I needed to show you.” She spoke before hurrying into her room, causing me to watch the doorway she left through in confusion as to what she wanted.

A few minutes passed and I started getting anxious as I kept thinking about how I could be late for meeting George, but I knew that I would still get to the restaurant he texted me the address for at an acceptable time. I would still be fine. But it was taking the ravenette woman a while to get back out, and I was beginning to feel worried.

“Here!” Monica claimed triumphantly, obviously having found whatever it was that she was looking for, and holding it in her hand she let out an awkward chuckle as she delivered it to me.
“What’s this?” I asked, turning it over in my hand and seeing it was addressed to my home in Florida.

She didn’t say anything as she motioned for me to open it, which I reluctantly did. Any worries that I would have had earlier about her having some blackmail had slowly disappeared throughout the day, but even so, I was surprised to find that it was an official looking piece of paper addressed to me by a… genetics company.

I didn’t say anything to Monica as I started reading it, although from the way that she was watching me it was clear that she had been expecting something. My eyes went line by line and as each word was processed my eyes grew wider and wider.

“Clay…” Monica spoke when my movements paused as I reached the end of the page. “Please, say something.” Her prompts brought nothing out of me as I went back a few lines to read certain parts again, thinking that I must have missed something, but there was nothing that I had read incorrectly.

When I didn’t speak she shuffled closer to me, putting her hand on my forearm before lowering the piece of paper out of my gaze. “Clay, I told you.” She said, softness in her voice. “Noah is our son. He always has been.” My words were caught in my mouth, but I eventually did manage to stutter out a reply to her.

“I… I thought that you had been lying about that.” I said, shock still being the most prominent thing in my mind. She just shook her head before taking a deep breath.
“Whatever you decide to do, I’ll let you think about it. We can get split custody, or you could just pay child support or whatever…”

The ravenette’s gaze was away from mine, and I was about to tell her that I wanted to discuss it with George (after all George would technically be Noah’s stepfather based on the way our relationship was currently going), but before I could I felt bile beginning to flood my mouth. My head got woozy and as she continued to ramble I collapsed.

Her gaze followed me as I fell, her expression being indifferent and in fact she almost smirked at me. I was confused though. Why was she smirking? I was having a medical emergency! I couldn’t walk, my mouth couldn’t let out any sounds. It was as though I was having a stroke and she was just watching me.

I must have let out some pathetic sounding whine as a question as to why she wasn’t helping, at least that’s how she must have heard it, because she knelt down in front of me and stroked my cheek. “No need to be worried Dreamie~” She cooed, the snake-like voice now returningas she looked down at me. “You are okay.”

‘What did you do to me?’ I wanted to ask, but it didn’t seem as though I was able to as it just came out as some jumbled sounds. She didn’t pay any attention to those as she continued just stroking my cheek. “I just gave you a drug, it’s a muscle relaxant mixed with something to just keep you a little woozy. But you’ll be fine.”

Her words obviously filled me with worry as she connected our lips in a kiss, then she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me up. Monica had always been quite strong for her size, and she was able to hold my weak, putty-like body up and direct it wherever she wanted it to go, which just so happened to be her bedroom.

Warning: Sexual assault/r@pe

Alarms were flashing through my mind, knowing exactly what she was going to do to me as she pushed me onto her bed. My mind began clouding over, whether it was because of the drugs or my panic I wasn’t sure, but regardless I couldn’t make out her words any more. She continued to talk as she walked around the room, with my eyes following her as they filled with tears.

Her hands were on my chest in an instant, pulling my clothes off and beginning to kiss around my face and neck as I attempted to fight her off with limbs that could barely move. I noticed she was also pulling her own clothes off as her hands rubbed over my body.

My body was trapped under hers with her pale thighs on either side of my torso, trapping me even though she didn’t need to with the drugs. My breathing was rigid as I thought about George. What would he think when I didn’t turn up for dinner? He’d hate me. Or he’d be utterly humiliated when he was at the restaurant alone. Guilt racked through my brain at the thought.

Seeing her naked again after all these years made my mouth fill with bile, and I wanted nothing more than to throw up in her face, but the muscle relaxant stopped me from doing that. I felt my body being touched by her in ways that made me want to curl up under the covers of my bed like a child. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel good.” She attempted to reassure.

In an act of desperation, my body suddenly shut my brain down, forcing me to pass out, but before I did I saw her body streaked with colours of green and gold.
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So Noah was Clay's child after all. I don't think there's anything else in this chapter that needs mentioning.