housekeeper

14. The messages.

Kevin and I travel together so frequently that the paparazzi have snapped our photos on several occasions. Then, there was the initial call from Stephanie, who had spotted us on the internet during her holiday in Spain. News travels globally at breakneck speed. But you know what? It doesn't bother me. I'm just glad to have Kevin in my life.

Today, we're relaxing in my flat. I'm engrossed in a TV series while Kevin is in the bathroom. His phone keeps lighting up, drawing my gaze. He has four missed calls, and right now, another message pops up.

Message 1: Kevin, Dave has been gone all day and doesn't answer my phone calls. Sara xx

Message 2: Kevin, I'm scared, and I miss you. Dave has just come home and is furious. Sara xx

Message 3: Kevin, Dave knows we drugged them at his birthday party.

"Drugged? Have I been drugged, and does Kevin know about it?" I whisper, my confusion turning to horror. My world crumbles. Dave and I have been drugged, and Kevin is aware. Nausea overwhelms me, and I turn towards the sound of the bathroom door.

Kevin steps in, his brow furrowed as he sees his phone in my grasp.

"Why are you holding my phone?"

"Kevin, please say it isn't true."

"What are you talking about?"

"What does this mean, Kevin?" I demand, anger rising.

"You read my messages?" he retorts, visibly irritated. His harsh look sends a shiver down my spine.

"I'm sorry, yes. The messages popped up, and I saw them by accident," I admit, fearfully. He grabs the phone from me and looks at the message.

"Kevin, is what Sara said true? Did you drug Dave and me that night?" I ask, my heart pounding with fear.

Kevin's smile turns sinister as he answers, "Yes." 

Shocked, I stare at him and ask in a trembling voice, "Why? Do you despise Dave that much?"

"Hating him isn't the only thing I do. I hate he was with you. I hate his success. And now, I possess the very thing he desired above all."

"What is that?"

"It's you, obviously, sweetheart. When I captured those photos..."

"Which photos?"

"Yes, true. You haven't seen it yet. Wait, I'll show them."

He rummages through his jacket pockets, pulls out an envelope, and presents me with a photo. Dave and I are sharing an innocent kiss. Kevin flips to the next picture. There you see a naked me and Dave entwined in a missionary pose. Now I can see it in different colours. Dave and I have been intimate. It's not a dream, but rather a blurred reality. I toss the photos onto the sofa, stand up, and begin to pace back and forth.

"I wanted so badly to fuck you when I took those pictures. I had such a hard one when I saw you busy."

I cease my anxious pacing and turn to Kevin, who seems overly happy at the moment. As he draws nearer, I can't shake the feeling that something will not be alright.

"I was thrilled that our plan succeeded. The one thing I've longed to do with you, I'm finally making it happen. The wait has been too long."

I observe him holding his pants with one hand and pressing the fabric near his crotch. He's getting even closer to me. My instinct is to step back, but I quickly find myself cornered between the wall and Kevin.

"Do you really think I want to sleep with you?" I snap.

I know you don't want to have sex with me, but it doesn't bother me. You can't go anywhere, Vanessa."

Kevin moves closer to me until his chest presses against my breasts. I feel his hardness pressing against my lower abdomen.

"Kevin, this isn't fun for me, That's rape you're talking about," I murmur with a hint of panic.

"Well?" he replies after a brief pause. "I'm certain I'll enjoy it."

My legs are as wobbly as jelly, and I'm trembling like a leaf caught in the breeze. Fear has completely taken over my body and mind. I continue to stare at him, mouth agape.

"And by the way, I apologize for saying this, but nobody mentioned that you would enjoy this." He gently brushes my hair out of my face and then grabs it with one hand. He pulled my head back with my hair, feeling the pain in my scalp so that my nose almost touched his. A squeal rises from my mouth. I freeze in fear as he presses his lips to mine. I can't hold back the tears when he looks into my eyes. The first tear rolls down my cheek. Kevin licks the wet skin of the drop.

"You shouldn't cry, sweetheart. Before you know it, I will have completed my task, and we will embark on a brief excursion to collect my money."

"Let me go. Dave will look for me and if he finds you then..." I attempt to break free with all my might, but all I receive is his body pushing me even harder against the wall and him grasping my hair even more tightly and pulling it back with a jerk.

"Don't threaten, sweetheart. That doesn't sit well with you." He kisses me once again, and this time I don't stiffen. I give him a knee punch in his balls and when he backs with a cry of pain and grabbing at his balls, I see my chance to flee.

"Ouch," I shout as I'm pulled backwards by a hard tug on my hair. I fall with my buttocks to the ground with a loud bang, and am overpowered by Kevin. He pushes my whole body to the ground and holds my wrists tightly above my head. I'm struggling with all my strength, yet he overpowers me.

"Stay still, bitch," he growls, his face unrecognizable with anger.

I shout, "Help, help," as loud as I can.

"Shut up," he shouts. He releases my single wrist to silence me. However, I take advantage of this to beat him with my freed hand.

"Fuck, stop it, you stupid bitch!"

That's the last thing he says before he punches me, that blurs everything and I end up fainting.