Race to the Finish

Race to the Finish chp.59

A low chuckle resonated from his chest which was pressed up against my back.

"Missed me?" His deep voice sent chills of disgust down my back.

His voice was so familiar. It made my skin prickle with fear; a fear I hadn't felt in years. His voice sparked self-loathing, insecurities, and disgust in myself. But for the dear life of me I could not remember who this was. It felt as if my mind was purposely trying to block his name.

I broke away from my deep thoughts when I felt his hand running down my body. He stopped it on my thigh and squeezed hard. I was shaking on the inside, but it seemed as if the outer me was still somewhat numb to everything around me. It was as though most of me didn't really care what happened to me, yet there was a part of me who was terrified of the person holding me; touching in a familiar, degrading way.

He groaned in my ear and whispered huskily with a smirk. "You remember me now? I missed your beautiful body." He groaned once again and kissed my neck.

That's when realization hit me. I remember his name. I remember him.

"Fausto." I whispered without emotion, but inside I was horrified.

I had forgotten about Sebastian's son, Fausto. He fooled me so many times, he molested my body more than Sebastian did, and he found so much more pleasure in my suffering than Sebastian did. I hated him more than I hate his own father and that's saying a lot.

He kissed my shoulder more which made me want to puke on the inside, but on the outside my body was slack and void of any feelings. I didn't flinch at his rough touch, my eyes didn't water at the way he touched me, my face didn't scrunch up in disgust, and my body didn't shiver in self-loathe. I just stood there; nothing more than just standing there letting him get away with whatever he wanted because I no longer cared what happened to me. I was done with life.

He ran his hand back up my body and grabbed my upper arms harshly with his rough hands. He ran his lips up my neck and whispered in my ear.

"I missed you beautiful. I want you to see how I've turned out throughout the years."

My eyes were unfocused and my head lolled to the side. I starred at the wall straight ahead of me. The numbness was once again beginning to overtake my entire body inside and out. I honestly don't care anymore what he did to me or with me. I just don't.

He growled in frustration and spun me around. He pushed me against the wall forcefully causing some of the pictures on the wall to shake, but I felt nothing. No pain, no anger, no anything.

"Look at me you bitch!" He screamed in my face.

I drifted my eyes lazily from the ground up to his face. What I saw would've shocked me if I was still able to feel emotion, but since I'm not, I just starred at him blankly as if I didn'r understant what the big deal was.

I knew I had recognized him from somewhere, but I didn't really think it would be Fausto. I think it could've been because my mind just didn't want to accept that my worst nightmare was closer than I thought he would ever be again.

Fausto is Mystery Dude.

He has been so close to me. He knew about my street races, he knew when I'd be at 'Grounds'. He could've done anything he wanted to my vulnerable state, but he didn't.

And it's not because he's a good person. I'm pretty damn sure he just wanted to know he had the power to do as he please with me and I wouldn't be aware until too late. He wanted to play with my mind so I'd be more defenseless when he took me back to him and his father, but what he didn't expect is for me to be so mentally, emotionally, and physically f*cked up, that I just didn't give a shit if he f*cked me up even more.

He had a smirk planted on his face as if he was expecting me to be surprised or scared or any reaction really, but once he saw I didn't react to him at all he seemed to start getting pissed. A pissed off Fausto is the worst type of Fausto there is.

"Oh so now you are going to act all tough aren't you? Well I think I have to remind you of how things worked." He sneered before he slapped me across the face.

My face flew to the right and my left cheek was stinging, but I didn't feel any pain. I kept my face blank. I was just a rag doll. I'd let him do what he wanted with me until he was satisfied and just move on from it.

His face contorted with anger due to my lack of reaction to what he was doing to me. He grabbed me by the hair and threw me on the ground. I landed on my wrist and I heard something crack, but not even then did I feel anything.

I was literally nothing now. I was nothing.

The realization hit me hard, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I didn't have a need to talk, I didn't have any emotions, I was dead inside.

I was dead.

"You f*cking bitch you really think you are all that now because you gained some confidence from your pathetic life? Let me break the news to you sweetheart. You are nothing but a way to pleasure me and my father. You will never be more and you will be ours again." He smirked and lowered himself to the ground next to me.

Again I didn't cowar away like I normally would've done, I didn't cringe, nothing. I just laid there still on my arm because I hadn't moved a fraction of my body. I didn't need to.

"God, I missed your body." He groaned.

His eyes shone with lust. Putrifying, disgusting, lust. His eyes shone with every image that must have been popping into his head of what he could do to me. He licked his lips hungrily like a savage eyeing it's next meal.

To him, I was nothing more than a body he could use. He didn't see me as a scarred child with a f*cked up life who just wanted to be free. Free from all the pain and abuse.

But now, he's not wrong. I am no longer a scarred child. I am no longer a person. I am now just a body and nothing more. Whatever he does to me I deserve because I'm a f*cked up, worthless person. I deserve all the pain that comes my way. I don't even deserve to cry because crying is a form to relieve the pain that is inside you, but my pain deserves to stay inside me eating at me like the monster I truly am.

He ran his fingers up my stomach. His rough, calloused fingers trailed up my stomach until they reached right below my breast. He was about to molest me again like he did all those times when I was 11 years old, but before he could, headlights shone through the window.

He froze and glanced over his shoulder towards the window. He looked back at me with that sick smirk of his and lowered his head to be right above mine. Our breathes were mingling and our lips almost touching.

"I have to go. I will be back for you beautiful. I promise. But before I go, I wanted to tell you that I enjoyed killing her. Her screams echoed throughout the house and rang like music in my ears. Too bad you weren't there to see the person you love die along with the horrified look imprinted in their eyes." He whispered before he sloppily kissed me.

He stood up and walk away from me. I heard a window to the side of the house being opened and him shuffling out before it was closed again.

At that moment, at that precise moment is when I finally moved; I rolled off my wrist; and at that moment is when I allowed myself to cry again.

----------Author's Note--------

Ugh I know it suck im sorry im half asleep is 1am and im so tired because i didnt sleep the night before and ugh! so the story is coming to an ending soon-ish... i honestly don't know how many chps are left but not too many... i hope... sorry i just don't plan my stories ahead (i dont even know the ending) but it seems like it is ending. alright guys peaceskies i hope this chp wasnt so bad hopefully the next one will be better xD