my brother's best friend

chapter xxvi

“say anything”
through elise hampton

"don't put your shit inside of me" i snapped drunkely at the muscular man in front of me. he spread my legs even more apart as he rolled his hips.

"shut up you slut" annoyance flared inside me. with all my willpower, i separated us. his cum flew to my stomach instead. his eyes brightened with rage and he grabbed my ankles, dragging me towards him. the covers under me shrank, forming a little nest. a image of a baby came to my mind, i didn't feel like a newborn however. sure, i was naked and crying as he forced himself on me. but i didn't feel pure, i felt vulgar the most. like a prostitute who was too drunk to get a cruel man away from her. just a hole for him to prove his masculinity with.

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i heard the sound of the man circulating his belt around his hips, i looked up, feeling sleepy. my head was not pouding like usual.

his smirk turned to me and he ambled in my direction. he pulled the covers off. my body was fully exposed to him. his cold hand grabbed one of my breasts and he squeezed with force. i didn't look at him. he caressed my clit. he took his hand away when he didn't see any reaction and grabbed his shirt, buttoning it up. his hand searched for something on his pocket, his stance was stoic as he threw a small box beside me.

i glanced at it, switching positions i took it in my hands. plan b.

"i wouldn't want my kid to be born from a woman like you, do me the favor to take that pill, yeah?" he kissed me hard, walking away. i stood up and strolled to the hotel's bathroom, i heard him open the door and his monotone voice spoke "you should drink less by the way" the last thing i heard from him was the door closing.

what a night.

i sat on the bed for a while. i didn't feel anything, not a single emotion. and i didn't know why.

i stood and walked out of the door, i brought the room card with me. as i got closer to the balcon, i saw an uninteresting looking woman. i put the little key on the balcony and walked away.

just as i got outside, i remembered i had nothing with me. no phone, no wallet, nothing. i walked back inside, ashamed and asked to use the phone.

my mind raced as i thought of who to call. i couldn't call christopher, he wouldn't pick up, neither would my parents, they haven't talk to me since the discussion. who? a name came to my mind but i found myself dreading to call him. damn it.

"devyn?"

"..." silence was the only thing i could hear.

"devyn please i need you, i don't know where i am, i'm alone" my tone was rapid and my hands shook frantically as i held the old phone on my two hands.

"..."

"please devyn, i'm begging you. i need to go home. please, just this once"

"..."

my eyes started watering at his silence. my body was trembling with force, my sobs reaching the ears of the receptionist. "devyn, i'm so sorry. please just do me this, i need to go somewhere. i'm begging you, help me devyn please" my hand touched the filthy wall, looking for support.

"please, please don't do this to me" my voice cried. "say something, please, you can say no. just-" a sob interrupted. "say anything"

the familiar sound of a call being ended sounded on my ear. i cried silently, facing away from the woman. i had embarrassed myself enough. i heard a little voice "try going to the gas station at the end of the street, maybe someone will give you a ride" i turned my gaze to her, feeling the minimal sympathy she gave me warm my broken heart.