SIXTEENTH

SEVEN

             LEAH ANDREWS

My parents had me and my sister when they were quite young. So we were brought up by different housekeepers, my mum was a chef and my dad worked as a manager in a hotel and somehow years later he started up his own business and owned one of the biggest hotels in town.

Since they had us early and were trying to build their career and future, we had no care from them, what we saw was their money. They didn't sit with us at the table to have breakfast because they had to rush to work and they got back late at night when my sister and I would have gone to bed.

I still remember it like Yesterday. I was going to be 7 and I wanted to have a party, I had the party but my parents didn't make it to the party on time. I spent the whole time at the party looking at the door wishing they'd be the one whenever the door opened, but they didn't come until after the party was over and I sat in the middle of the huge garden and cried my eyes out.

Growing up, I had come to accept that all they had to give was their money, and I made up my mind to spend it anyhow I wanted.

I met Mara in preschool when we were six, the short girl stood in front of the class, smiling, with her blue eyes that looked like the sea, I was captivated by how cheerful she was. The teacher made her sit beside me in class and when she didn't have a color in her palette I offered her mine and the rest is now history.

Later on, I found out she was friends with Leonard Peter, My crush for as long as I can remember, and I think it made me closer to Mara. It's selfish I know, but I had to do what I had to do. Right?

My parents were never available but didn't fail to show that I wasn't their favorite child, they named my sister Cinderella, she was their little princess and had all their love, they never missed any of her parties but made sure to be unavailable when it concerns me.

It felt like Yesterday when a boy slightly older than me took advantage of me, and I had no one to talk to. My parents for some reason decided to change our housekeeper and this housekeeper had a 15-year-old son, well maybe he wasn't slightly older, but still, who rapes a 12-year-old at 15???. Well maybe not exactly.

It was a sunny afternoon and my sister had gone out with her friends and I was home alone when the housekeeper came.

"Ma'am, I noticed you are always on your own so I brought my son along today to keep you company, is that fine?" the housekeeper asked.

she cared about me. She was a tall woman who always wore dresses that covered her legs, and she wore glasses and I thought she was too young to wear one. She was pretty and had light brown hair that sat gracefully on her shoulders and her eyes looked like honey brown that shone brightly in the sun.

"Sure," I said excited to have a new playmate.
Edward stuck his head from behind his mum as if he was scared I was going to swallow him.
"Hi." I signaled him to come sit with me.

My parents didn't care for us, maybe just me because they set out a playground at the side of the house for Cindy, it had a swing and a slide. I sat there all the time and wished I had imaginary friends.

I sat there staring at Edward for a while, he was tall and had bouncy brown hair like his mum and had the same eyes too.

He was cute.

He taught me new games that day and kept coming along with his mum every other day. I wondered if he went to school at all.

Two weeks after meeting Edward, I would always rush home from school to meet him. Paying little or no attention to Mara at the time.

It was a sunny Wednesday and it was really hot, so I dressed really scantily, having on a pair of jeans and a tank top that barely covered my stomach. I invited Eddy to my room because I didn't want to go down to play.

That was when he dragged me close to him and held me by the waist, his grip was so tight I couldn't wiggle my way out, he kissed me and I let him, I kissed him back because I liked him.

"Let's play a game, a blindfold game", he said. He sounded so casual. I nodded and he asked me to lie on the bed. I followed all his instructions and lay on the bed while he tied my face with a scarf I usually used to tie my hair.

I lay there and felt him trail my body with his tiny hands, he kissed me and lifted my tank top off my chest exposing my just budding boobs, I felt him suck on them for a while. I could have stopped him but I didn't. I have seen a few adult movies so I felt it was normal. He unzipped my shorts and took off my panties.

"Eddy? What are you doing?" I asked, I could have gotten up and ran downstairs but I didn't. I just laid there frozen in my own bed.
I felt a really sweet sensation bustling in my tummy when he touched me.

" I want to help you feel good, just relax and let me help you, I won't hurt you," he said, his voice was soothing and I didn't object any further. He stopped, I couldn't see, but I heard him unbuckle his belt and I heard his pants fall to the ground.

He came back to the bed and I felt him trying to lie on me, but on second thoughts he hesitated and knelt instead, spreading my legs and balancing his legs in between. He used his fingers to play with my insides and I let out a moan, he kept fingering me for a while and went back to sucking my breast and letting his fingers work magic, I laid there wriggling and surrendering to him, and I wanted more, I drew him closer to me and kissed him.

"Are you ready,?" he asked between kisses.
I felt blank and couldn't think straight, I was letting the spot between my legs do the thinking.

I nodded my head and asked him to go ahead.
He steadied himself right on top of me and slowly tried to gain entrance into me, I opened my leg more to welcome him, I had a lot of thoughts flooding through my head, but at that point, nothing mattered more than letting him in and owning me.

He tried slowly, and I flinched as I wasn't ready for the pain that followed, and I let a teardrop.
The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure I was feeling, his thrust became steady and I wanted more.

"Eddy, faster ", I moaned, I wanted all of him, he increased his pace and I raised my legs to welcome him more.

He was thrusting faster now, and I felt my eyes rolling like they would fall out at any moment, I loved this, he increased his pace even more and I liked it, I was busting inside and let a moan that was followed by shaky legs and he pulled out just in time and let himself out all over the bed.

My life didn't remain the same after that day, it's been three years and I remember it like yesterday.

I didn't see Eddy after that day, he stopped coming with his mum, I felt used and empty, I didn't step out of my room for days, and no one cared about me, I was a shadow of myself and it took a lot for me to come out if whatever depression I felt.

Now I don't even care anymore, if it wasn't about getting the latest designer items, nothing more mattered. I was done trying to get my parents to love me, they didn't care anyway.

My life wasn't perfect, my parents didn't love me and my "best friend" has a perfect life?