Stolen Hearts

IV. A Failure of Ninja-ic Proportions

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I walk up the stairs and stop outside his office.  The door is slightly cracked open.  I push it and walk inside. 

"Ali, baby,  come here."  he slurs patting his lap.  Shit.  He's drunk.  Again.  Shaking I walk over to him, knowing if I don't I'll be beat.  He grabs me and pins me onto his desk.  He begins to trail kisses along my jaw and I shiver in disgust.  I begin praying that he stops or that someone comes to help me.  But I know its pointless.  I know because for some foolish reason I make the same prayer every time.  It never comes true.  The only person whose allowed to get past security is Conner.  And he has practice today.  Otherwise my father wouldn't have summoned me.  He is always careful like that.  He rips off my shirt and for some reason tears begin to flow from my eyes.  Thank god he's too drunk to notice.  He rips off my bra and his eyes lustfully roam down my body, pausing at my panties.  He pushes his lips onto mine and shoves his tongue into my mouth, while his hands begin massaging my breasts.  Moaning he begins to strip.  That's when I hear the door open.   Conner was home.  But how?  I didn't know, thanking God,  I try to squirm out of his grasp. 

 I scream, "HELP!", hoping Conner will hear.  I hear footsteps on the stairs and sigh in relief.  My father growls and slaps me just as Conner bursts in.

"What the fuck?  Dad?  Alicia?"  Conner looks around, confused.  Then he sees my ripped bra and discarded shirt.  His eyes travel back to me and when he takes in my red cheek his eyes darken.  He steps forward and rips Dad off me.  

He throws me his shirt and points to the door, "Get out Alli.  Now." 

Shakily I rise to my feet and walk out.  I hear a Conner punch him and then he comes out and locks the door.  Turning to me with a blank look in his eyes,  "How long?"

"W-wha-at"

He scowls glaring at me and yells, " HOW FUCKING LONG HAS OUR DAD BEEN FUCKING RAPING YOU?"

"S-sin-nce Mom l-lef-f-ft."  Why was he yelling at me?  Did he think I was really the slut rumors pinned me as?  Even if I was some sex-craving maniac I would never turn to incest.  Ever.  Conner knows that. Tears begin to pool, and his eyes soften.  

Regret crosses his face and he sighs, "Goddammit, I'm sorry Al.   Its just-" he runs his hand through his hair before continuing,"Why did you never tell me?  Does anyone even know? "

Glaring, "Oh yeah, you know I was just supposed to walk up to my twin who was fucking ignoring me and fucking tell him that our father had just raped me.  You wouldn't even look at me for the first year!  How the hell was I supposed to tell you?  That's what made it worse.  My best friend, my twin brother wasn't there for me when I needed him.  Honestly don't tell me that if I had just tried to tell you, you would've listened.  Logan knew. I had to turn to him when I needed you.  We went to the police.  They didn't believe me.  Who was to say that you would?"  

Throughout my mini rant so many emotions flew across Conner's face, anger, shock, regret, guilt among many others.   He reached out for me, "Al, I'm so sor-"

"Shut up.  Saying sorry won't give me back my innocence,   it won't take back everything that happened,  it won't heal my scars.  So just shut up."

I run out the house and jump onto my motorcycle.  I drive and drive until I reach a giant mansion.  Olivia Hunt's mansion.  More specifically, my mother's abode.  But I wasn't here to see that skeptical bitch.   I was here for Sebastian, my step-brother.

 Before his father married my mother, Sebastian was one of Conner and I's best friends.  We knew each other since birth.  He was 2 years older than us, but we had done everything together.  I was the ring-leader and Conner and Sebastian my bodyguards.  

If a kid so much as looked at me the wrong way Seb and Conner would be on them faster than termites on wood.  So when Conner became a bitch, Seb was there for me.  Until I found out he knew my mother was cheating with his father. I haven't spoken to him for 5 years.  I don't know what I was doing here, or what I expected.  He may not even be here. 

 But at the time I was too numb to think.  I slid my access card at the gate and parked my cycle.  I scanned my thumb and walked in.  "Sebastian?!"

"COMING!" he called out.

"Hey, whats- Alicia??!!?"  he was shocked.  He came forward and poked my cheek.  

"Holy shitballs" he breathed out, as if afraid if he spoke too loud, I'd be gone, "It's really you."  

Then he saw the red hand print on my cheek,  and my disheveled state.  He saw the tears in my eyes and pulled me close to him.  That's when I begin to sob.  He just picked me up and carried me to his room.  Without letting me go he produced a box of tissues and a bag of chocolate.  "Hey,  Al, its alright.  Calm down.  What happened?"

Mortified I realize that I just burst in and begin sobbing when I haven't seen him for 5 years, while dressed in only my panties and Conner's shirt.  Shit.  I got up and ran down to my cycle.  

I drove out, while Sebastian called after me, "ALICIA!  COME BACK!  WAIT AL!"

Shaking my head I returned home.  What in hell was I thinking?  Going to Seb's home?  Ugh!  I creep into my house and am going up to my room when I hear voices coming from my dad's office.  Strange.  His car wasn't home, and neither was Conner's.  I tip-toe to his office and see 2 men dressed in black rummaging through my dad's drawers.  One man came across a box of condoms and held it up, elbowing the other guy.  They both chuckle and Guy number one puts it back.  Then he comes across my bra.  Holding it up, the blood drains from my face because I realize that's the bra that I got as a gag gift from one of my aunts.  

Inside the cups it said 'Return to Alicia White' Guy 1 nudges Guy 2 again and says, "Holy shit Ax.  He's fucking his own daughter." Guy 2 glares and replies, "Idiot.   How do you know that's the daughter's."

"Look at the inside." Guy 1 shoves my bra into Guy 2's face. 

"That's not what we're here for.  Ok?  So get back to fucking work."

Guy 1 nods and places it back.  I begin to creep away when Guy 2 calls out, "We got it.  Let's go."

Shit.  I frantically search for a place to hide and end up behind the door.  They come out, and I pray they don't see me.  No luck.  They laugh, and grab me.  One of them pull out a hankie and I begin to violently wriggle, kicking out my legs.  They stuff the hankie in my mouth and I hold my breath.  Then one of them begins to tickle me and I pass out.  Holy motherfucking shit eating ass faced fudge balls.  My ninja moves failed me.   

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