Loving The Enemy

Chapter Five

Miranda's POV

How could he be back?

Where did he go?

Why is he back?

What does he want?

Money?

Sex?

Drugs?

All these questions pondering in an out of my brain. Such thinking caused my brain to damage and repair its self from time to time.

But one question remained on my mind.

Does Hunter See still love me?

Emily's POV

My mind blurred at the thought of the aged man. Touching me in places where it felt good but was too wrong to be approved of.

Phillip Brown.

36 years old.

Sex: Male

Pervert: YES

When my mother left the house. There was a separate book of rules for me to follow. One- wait at least 10 minutes before going upstairs. Two- remove all clothing and get into my bed. Three- unlock the door and wait for Philip to come upstairs. Finally, Four- ...

always have a condom.

The sexual abuse had started when I was 9 year old. I was 13 when the police finally asked some questions about what was happening at home.

I remember those day like it just happened a few hours ago.

Summer 05'

I had gotten out of school early because of an accidental fire set in our science lab. Luckily no one was hurt. That was until I got home. The wrenching pain down there was only getting worse. I am 10 years old. The sex has been going on since last year. I wished every day when I walked home my motet would be home, waiting for me and start becoming like a mother she has never been to me. But everyday I was disappointed as the door would read, 'the rules Emily'. I would take a last breath of my freedom and enter the world of Drugs, Sex, and Violence. None of what mattered to me. The 38 year old Philip entered my room with nothing but his hands covering his dïck. I would try to close my eyes and I peeled off my clothes in front of him. Letting him see everything. The harsh cold wind swept on to my body making me colder than every. Until he would start pounding in to me. Then I would be covered in sweat. As he came on to my bed, while carrying me. He told me nasty, disgusting things he would do to me. Like every other time. He laid me down and stuck 3 fingers in me, waiting my reaction. Uncomfortable but every time he did this I had to moan. Moan like there was no tomorrow. He fondled with my 'boobs' (I was barely growing any) and kissed me. The kisses were sloppy until he reached... down there... His warm mouth was me eating me. From the inside and out.