"breathe a little bit, beautiful, you're all out of breath."
Disconnected from the present, Twitch is haunted by his parents memories, the guilt coursing through his veins as he unconsciously holds the key to the freak accident that killed his pare...
(warning: this chapter contains sexual abuse, I hate writing this but I have to, I'm so sorry)
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Erica was back in her old pink bedroom. She was wearing her hair down and a skirt that was too short for her bony legs and tiny body. "Hey there, Erica!" It was her favourite uncle, Andrew. Well, he wasn't exactly her uncle but he had been in the family since forever.
She ran and hugged him. "Hi, uncle Andrew." She said, shyly. Andrew Givonni was good looking, even 13 year old Erica with her just developing hormones wouldn't mind kissing him. She wished too quickly though, much too fast.
Andrew closed the door behind her and Erica didn't question anything. Uncle Andrew had been a family friend all her life. He locked it.
"We're going to play a game, Erica." He said, his smile was wide and even though, Erica knew that something was off, she nodded.
"Why did you lock the door, Uncle Andrew?" She asked. See? She wasn't stupid. Andrew looked at the door and then back at her, his smile widened as if glad she asked that question.
"Well, Erica, I don't want to be disturbed. Now, we're going to play dress up. I like the skirt but it's too black. Wear you best pink outfit and do you know how to tie your hair into pigtails?" Erica thought this was a weird game and hadn't her mom told her that strange men shouldn't be alone in the room with her. Then, she shrugged. Andrew wasn't a strange man. He was family.
She quickly changed into a pink sequinned dress she had and tied her silky brown hair into pigtails. She then strutted out of the bathroom and laughed but Andrew wasn't laughing. He was eyeing her with a hunger that frightened her.
"Uncle Andrew?" She asked.
"Don't call me that, sweetie. Call me daddy." He said and he grabbed hold of her and put her upside down on his knee and she thought he was going to do that affectionate and over enthusiastic tickling that he sometimes did but his fingers touched somewhere else.
"Uncle Andrew!" She said again, urgently. She didn't like the touch. She hated it.
"What did I tell you? Don't call me that." Every trace of the familiar uncle Andrew she knew was gone. His voice was harsh and lust-filled.
His fingers pushed right into the area from where she peed and his big burly hand covered her mouth before she could scream out in pain. Oh god, the pain. His fingers went in and out, going more fast paced. She bit his hand in the pain but that only seemed to push him further.
Suddenly, he threw her on the bed and she scrambled off, trying to cover herself up. She felt dirty. "I'm telling my father!" She said, pushing herself into the wall as he menacingly moved forward, a small smile on his lips.
"You won't tell your father anything." He said and she pressed herself even further into the wall.
"Help!" She screamed but Andrew grabbed her and threw her on the bed, he pulled his handkerchief out and gagged her. He pressed on her legs and held her hands and surveyed her.
"You really are a pretty little thing, aren't you, Erica? I can imagine you all grown up already." He smiled at her and Erica yelled but all she got was a handful of cotton in her mouth. It smelled like him, too and she hated it.
"Quiet now." He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "If you make a single noise, I'll kill you and your family." She had tears in her eyes now and he let go of her but this time, she didn't move a muscle or object as he slowly undressed her.
When he pushed something inside her, she nearly screamed from the pain. He was on top of her, sweaty and pushing into her. In and out and in and out. Erica was crying silently as he smacked her still developing breasts. Biting her everywhere, she didn't like it, she didn't enjoy sex like they seemed to in movies. She just stared at her pink ceiling and when he turned her around, she cried into her pink sheets.
When he was done, he removed his handkerchief and smiled at her but it took every ounce of willpower to not hit him. "Don't tell anybody, Erica. It's our dirty little secret." He leaned down and kissed her mouth. Oh god, his mouth on hers. He tasted like what Erica imagined pee to taste like.
Wake up! She screamed at herself. I don't want to see this anymore! Wake up! Wake UP!
But her subconscious was laughing at her and when Andrew left, she saw the pink bite marks all over her neck and breasts. Then, she screamed and screamed.
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Erica jolted awake and hugged her knees. She hated pink. She made sure to never wear pink ever again.
