My Twin's Girlfriend (Book 1/2)(RE-WRITING)

Chapter 4 Danni

Beatrice has been in a bad mood all day ever since Andy showed up at school. He's been trying to get me away from everyone to make out. His way of coping with stress was sex and affection. I didn't know what his problem was. He knew that I wasn't comfortable with sex or making out so why did he keep pressuring me? I was partially glad that we didn't have any classes together because it meant I had time away from him.

I looked over my literature notes and thought of her. How could she possibly be in advanced literature, let alone third year university literature? Even I was struggling with this level of literature. I couldn't wrap my mind around how advanced she was in literature. I didn't understand how she suddenly came back. Why did she come back here? She seemed so closed off and edgy. Why did Beatrice hate her so much? I shook the thought of her out of my head and focused on the loud thumps coming up the stairs. I sighed heavily, and braced myself for what was coming next.

"How was school?" Mum asked, barging into my room.

"Good," I replied, ignoring Beatrice's attempts he had pulled to have sex.

"Have you done your chores?" Shit.

"No, sorry mum," I looked down.

"And why not?" She asked, her voice raising.

"I was focusing on my literature assignment,"

"You broke one of my rules Dannielle," she sighed, standing in front of me.

"I'm sorry mum," I panicked, knowing exactly what she was going to do.

"You know how I feel when you break a rule,"

"Yes,"

"And what happens darling?" She asked, her fingers tracing my arm.

"You punish me," I chocked, trying to keep the tears in.

"Yes, because bad things happen to bad girls," she laughed, lifting my head up.

"Have you been bad gorgeous?" She asked, tracing my face.

"Yes," I replied weakly, feeling her other hand grip my wrist tight.

"I'm glad you understand," she smirked, pulling me over to my bed.

"Now remember, the more you resist, the more you get," she smirked.

"I remember," I breathed, watching her open the door.

"This is Gregory, you're new friend," she smiled, bringing him into the room. He had tattoos scattered all over his body. He looked like he was going to murder someone. I looked down at his penis and wanted to throw up. He was going to hurt me.

"Gregory baby, Dannielle didn't do her chores, which makes me feel sad, show her how you make me feel better,"

"My pleasure," he smiled, walking towards me. I knew not to fight back. I knew that I had to give in. I felt him lay his body on top of mine. I felt the vomit rise in my throat, but I needed to hold it. His hands traced over my body, slowly slipping under my dress. My body shivered under him, wanting to reject him. His lips crashed into mine. He kissed me hard, he bit my lip, causing pain to radiate through me. I quickly kissed back. He began to ease up, slipping the dress off of my body. I felt one of the tears escape my eye. I couldn't do anything but let him use me. His hand found my throat, I choked, his hand was tight. Mum always stayed in the room and watched in case I resisted. I don't know what happened to her, but after dad died, she never went back to the mum I knew. I felt him move inside me, going hard and fast, not caring about how much it hurt me. I tried not to whimper, it was so hard. It hurt so much. He began hitting me, grunting to himself.

"This is what happens when you don't obey my rules sweetie," mum sighed, putting her face over mine. I looked into her blue eyes. They were cold. They had no love or affection. No mercy. No shame.

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Beatrice wanted me to come over his for dinner again. I really didn't enjoy being in his house. His parents always asked too many questions. They were so nosey. I looked at my naked body in the mirror. Bruises covered my stomach and thighs. I whimpered, remembering what he had done to me. I took my pill, making sure to not get pregnant. I hated it when she did this to me. I hated being used like that.

I slid black tights over my legs to hide the bruises. I put on a black and white dress, feeling the fabric tight against my fresh bruises. I felt the tears well in my eyes, looking at the hand grip on my neck. I got a scarf and slipped it around my neck. I wiped the tear from my eye, getting my hair ready. I brushed the knots out of it and put it into a loose ponytail. Two pieces of hair circled my face. I slid my glasses on. Keep you're cool Dannielle. Don't let them know. Don't let them see. You can't let what happened last time happen again.

"You fucking told her!" Mum yelled, pacing the kitchen.

"I didn't-"

"Yes you did!" She yelled, slapping my face.

"She came to me and threatened to call the police!"

"What'd you do?" I cried, a smile on her lips.

"The right thing to do. No one can know, you know your punishment," not again. Please not again.

"Once I'm finished with you you will wish you were Erica," I cried. Did she kill her?

"Please mum I'm sorry!" I pleaded, moving away from her.

"You broke my number one rule babygirl. The higher the rule the harsher the punishment,"

"I'm sorry," I cried, feeling her fist collided with my stomach.

"If only your pathetic father could see you. He would see the disgrace that I have as a daughter,"

I began to cry. I miss him so much. I never saw how me died. All I know is what she told me. She told me they had gone on their honeymoon and their was a hit and run and dad got shot. She never let me see him in the hospital, or his body at the funeral. I never got to say goodbye to him. I wish he was here. I want my real mother back.