I was bent over his desk sobbing eyes out desperately for a release.
"P-please!" I screamed as he plunged a fourth finger into my wet core. "Please what Fleur"
"Please l-et me c-cum," I said blubbering with his cum in my mouth. "What happened to me...
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Saint Tai Banks
POV
Naih grabs my face looking into my ears with her sad dark brown eyes. She hugs my head into her chest and I hold unto her. Never wishing for it to end.
Flashback...............
I wake up and I feel groggy, the expensive sofa beneath me feels like a cloud and there's the feeling of something stuck in my arm. I look down looking at the needle in my arm and pull it out.
What happened?
I look around confused.
Where's Papa?
Most of all....
Where's Heaven.
I look up clutching my arm where the needle was and notice my dad sitting on the opposite couch with a bottle of vodka in his hand. 'Sonnnnnnn, you're awakeeeee, how'd you like that?' he says smiling at me with his meth teeth.
'What did you do?' I say feeling tears cloud in my eyes. My nine year old mind couldn't comprehend what he'd done to me.
'-What was that?' I ask stumbling.
Everything feels woozy.
'I gave you a little some of this,' he says holding up a packet of white stuff.
'What the fuck is it?' I grit looking for my sister frantically.
'Heroin.' he says bluntly.
We learnt about that in school.
Drugs.
'Where's Heaven.'
He chuckles darkly taking a large swig of him vodka and stumbles out leaving me in the dark room.
I run up the stairs up to her bedroom hoping to find her safe and sound. Unharmed. I hear the sound of faint crying and thumping.
She's only five. As I get closer to the pink painted door my heart drops. There's sounds of moaning and muffled crying.
I hear a loud sound, then the crying gets louder.
No.
No.
No.
I run towards the door looking at the chipped paint and pushed the door open.
My sister is lying on her bed crying her beautiful green eyes out. There's a man. Large and bulky. He has a scar running across his face standing over her with his pants unbuckled. I don't know what, but I know it's hurting my sister.
She cries my name and I go to help her, but there's a hand on my shoulder holding me back. I thrash and cry but the person don't let go. 'Look, take a long hard look. Your sister is finally showing you what she really is.'
