When She's Not Here. (Sequel to 'Him, Me and Them.)

Chapter 28

<<~~ Maddy's POV ~~>>

Same old story, different day. He takes us into the sitting room and ties us to a chair each. Michael looks at me, puzzled, confused to who the man is. I don't know, I've never met him in my life, but I'm guessing he is one of Sean and Marks buddies.

He crouches down in front of me and licks his lips. He trails his fingers up and down my thighs, and then moves his hands up my t-shirt. He leaves his left hand on my waist, while his right goes to my back and flicks off my bra. He unclips the straps, pulls the bra off and casts it aside. His hands cup my boobs and he delicately pinches them. His right hand caresses my face as his left is gently squeezing my right boob.

He leans up and straddles me, his place grinding against me. I can feel how happy he is down there against me and I feel rotten. I watch as he lifts his finger and puts it on my lips softly. He trails kisses from my jaw line, up my neck, until he reaches my ear and he slowly nibbles on my earlobe.

"You don't even recognise me." He whispers.

"What? I've never seen you before."

"Oh but you have my dear Madeleine. I can't believe you can't remember me!" He trails his tongue down my neck and up to my lips. He pulls away and caresses my face again with his right hand.

"What are you talking about?!" I snap at him.

He slips his hand from my cheek to my neck and his grip tightens. The goes on for about 30 seconds until I have to fight for air. After another 20, I shake him off.

"Don't talk to me like that. Ever "

I shake my head and mutter a small, "sorry".

"Better. Now, before you rudely interrupted me, what were we discussing? Oh yes. You don't remember me." He gives me a small smile and continues whispering into my ear, while straddling me on the chair. His left hand is still at work on my left boob, softly stroking it, while the right hand has decided to do the same.

"You see, I knew, because I was in the background, I never got any of the action, only the distraction, that you wouldn't remember me. But when Mark asked me to come and assist him in the next phase of his plot, I gladly accepted. Because, when you were a little kid, I only got to SEE... But never to touch. Never to feel what your skin felt like. Never to enjoy all the action John and Mark got. Because, you were an eager little child weren't ya? Always loved the attention that your mother didn't give you. But, something that you don't realise is, you don't give your daughter any attention at all. And guess what? Di you know the way she has been going out so much lately? She's dating Mark. Yup. She's fucking her step dad. But she doesn't know he's her step dad because you never fucking told her. So. It's your fault."

"She's not... She can't be with Mark!"

"Oh but she is. Enough about her for the minute. You know me now? You remember Mads?"

I shake my head. I vaguely recognise him but...

"Tom. Tom Boyd. Remember little Sam? Yup, you guessed it. I'm her brother"

"What?"

He smirks at me. He laughs as I say,

"We were told you were dead!"