The Step Brother

Prologue

Date: April 15, 2013

Location: Atlanta, Georgia - The Wilson Household

Kiara. .

I don't know why this is happening. All I can is run. My step brother is angry at me. I have no clue why. All I do is run. I ran into my room, and hid under my bed. Sad that my mom is at work. I can't stand Chresanto [my step brother]. He grabbed my ankles, and yanked me from under the bed.

"Chresanto, please," I cried. He slapped me in my face pinning my arms down. "You've been a bad litttle bitch today Kiara, and you have to pay the price," he growled in my ear. I whimpered with the tears racing down my face. "Please. I promise to be good. Just, please don't do it," I begged crying. He smirked at me, and pulled off his shirt.

"Now, Kiara. Don't cry," he inquired pulling off my pants. "You haven't been good. Your attitude toward me, your mean mugs." He pulled off my underwear and I cried harder. He pulled off his pants and boxers. "Now, if you resist, it's only gonna make it worst," he said. I shook my head sobbing. "This is only gonna hurt, a little bit," he rammed himself in me.

I screamed, the pain was agonizing. That didn't do me any good, because everyone's at work. He pounded himself in me merciless watching me sob and whimper. The pain was too real to even imagine. "C-C-Chresanto," I cried. "What?" he growled ramming himself in and out of me. "P-Please stop," I stuttered. 

That only made things worst. He started to pound harder, and faster. I screamed louder because this is very painful. I just wanted this to be over already. After he rammed himself in me a few more times, he yanked himself out of me, and squirted on me. I balled up into fetal, and sobbed my eyes out. I hated being here.

~

The next morning, I woke up to a note on the fridge. 

Kiara, 

your step father, and I had to leave a little early today for work. Be good, mommy loves you.

I feel that's a lie. She doesn't love me. If she really love me, then she wouldn't leave me here with Chresanto. Then again, she doesn't know what he does to me. I balled the note up, and threw it away. Then, Chresanto came in behind me.

"Wassup Kiara," he said walking to the fridge. I scoffed, and went into the living room. He chuckled smirking, and opened the fridge. I flopped onto the couch, and turned on the TV. Flipping through the stations, nothing was on. I laid back, and watched Teen Mom. Chresanto walked in with a big bag of hot chips.

"What's this?" he asked sitting on the recliner. I ignored him, and continued to watch TV. "Uh, hello? Do you hear me talking to you," he remarked. I still ignored him. He threw a small ball at my head. I winced and held onto my head. 

"The fuck you want," I raised my voice. "Don't get loud with me! You don't want a punishment, now do you," he challenged pulling on his pants. I turned into a coward there. "No Chresanto," I cried. "That's what I thought," he smirked. "Now, what are you watching?"

"Teen mom," I replied. "Oh. Where those bitches get pregnant at sixteen, and end up with a deadbeat," he laughed. I looked at him with that 'the fuck' face. "They're not bitches Chresanto," I remarked. "I can call them whatever I want, and you ain't gon do shit about it! Got that," he declared. I nodded. He sighed and smiled.

~

Later that day, I was in my bedroom, getting prepared for bed when Chresanto barged into my room. I was still naked from my shower. I turned around, covering myself with my towel. 

"Chresanto, what the f-" he pushed me onto my bed. My parents, had come home and were in bed for work the next morning. He pulled down his sweatpants, and pulled down his boxers. He was already shirtless. I got up, but he pushed me back on the bed. I tried to flip over, but he pinned me down from behind. He rammed himself inside of me.

He rammed himself inside of me. I cried, and he pounded himself in me. 

"Chresanto please," I cried. "Please stop." 

He continued to thrust in me until he nutted. I balled up fetal style and cried myself to sleep. I can't take this anymore.

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Sidenote:: Chresanto at the side