I Hosted Parties and Starved my Body

Chapter 4-- no body, no crime

(Warning: Character death, implied rape, suicidal thoughts)

Wednesday, April 25th, 2024

She'd never had an easy life. From a young age she had wild expectations put on her shoulders. By her own mother no less. A lot of people had bad parents, but few of those were as hellbent on putting their daughter as her mother had been.

But her mother hadn't been seen in years. That was because she'd died. Nobody knew of course. She had died at the hands of her own daughter. She had faced the consequences of her actions. And so would he.

He had visibly hurt her daughter. He had visibly hurt her. Her mother never cared though, in fact she'd encouraged it. Maybe that's the reason she wanted to hurt him. Not just because he'd hurt her daughter. But because she was doing what a mother was supposed to do. Protecting her children from an abuser.

From her abuser.

April 26th, 2004

A short, brunette girl around 14 stood on the balcony outside her messy room. She was wearing a glittery dark purple dress and white heels. Mother preferred when she dressed up, so she did. Mother liked that she was dating a guy twice her age. Mother liked to hurt her. At least that's what young Mikayla thought.

Sure, she had friends, but mother got mad when she went to their houses. She didn't like when mother was mad. She was scary. Too scary for young Mikayla.

When she was 7, mother introduced her to a guy. Jeremy Hawkes. He was 21 and fresh out of College. Even better, he was rich. Mother liked Hawkes, she like Hawkes so much in fact that once Mikayla had turned 14, she made her go out with him. 

Only problem, Hawkes was 28, she was 14. It was illegal, but mother didn't care. She made her do it anyway. Why? Mikayla never knew. She always assumed she deserved it. But did she?

She felt his strong hands on her waist, "You look beautiful tonight darling," Mikayla looked up at Hawked as he spoke. Sure, he was handsome, just not in the way she liked. She liked other kids her age, not grown ass men.

Mikayla tucked a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear as he kissed her cheek. She felt nothing whenever he did this. She was numb. She was tired. She wanted it to end. Why couldn't it just end? 

She wanted to jump off that balcony just then, but mother said if she died before she was an adult, she'd go to Hell. And that scared young Mikayla. The idea of dying scared her. But so did Hawkes. Dying scared her more though. 

She felt the mans hand go up her dress, she winced as his cold hands touched her bare skin. She felt tears in her eyes. He'd never touched her before, not like this. She didn't ask him to stop though, if she did that, he might kill her.

His hands were on her waist under her dress as he kissed her neck, "I love you Mikayla." It sounded more threatening than loving to her.

Mikayla. She hated that name. Sure, it was her name, but it was the name the people who hated her insisted on using. "I love you too." She whispered, lying. She didn't love him, he was a grown adult man. Grown adults who dated 14 year olds were creepy.

He somehow got between her and the balcony, kissing her lips almost forcefully. She had to force herself to kiss him back. His tongue entered her mouth. Ew, Mikayla hated that. She felt her bra loosen as he massaged her back.