Please Me, Pretty Boy

chapter 2

I stretched my fish net thigh highs over my legs. My bikini string bottoms were black and lacy, as was my corset. I slid my feet into my lace-up, heeled, combat boots. I walked over to the mirror across my bedroom and looked into the mirror. "Shit!" I yelled. My makeup smudged. I grabbed the black pencil off the counter as my phone started ringing. Ugh it was Rob again. I guess I'm just glad I didn't run into him on my way out of the office.

"Hello?" I said already quite annoyed. Had he not picked up on the acidity of what I have told him in the past? I just used him to get closer to one of my killers. Of course, he didn't know that but it was the truth.

"Hello Lovely...I just wanted to see if you were still upset with me. I'm not exactly sure what I did but...I want to work this out...I want to talk about it." I heard the pleading in his voice. It was disgusting and pathetic.

"Okay which one would make you feel better about yourself?"

"I'm sorry?" he asked sounding genuinely confused.

"Oh God" I sighed exasperated. I could hear his hopes deflate through the phone. "Look Rob I don't know how to tell you any other way. I've been nice, I've been a bitch, I tried to make a clean break, but you won't let me. So which way will stroke your ego best? It's not you, it's me? I'm not ready to be in a serious relationship? Oh, how about my favourite? I need to learn to love myself, before I let someone love me? Take your pick Rob!". He was silent on the other side for awhile. I thought I had finally pushed him away, but I couldn't be more wrong.

"Babe, you need to let me love you until you learn how to love yourself! I can build you up, I won't break you down. Please baby let me love you, take me back please! I can't live without you!" Oh dear God! He was clinging on for dear life.

"Goodbye Rob. Don't call me again or else I will call the police. And my name is Kerri."

"I've heard that before. I'll make you love me eventually...or die trying!"

"Sure Rob" and with that I hung up my phone.

I grabbed the bright, cherry red lipstick and re-applied. The doorbell rang. Who the hell could that be? I ran down the stairs and opened the door. Holy shit it was Rob.

"How did I know you were getting all dressed up for me baby doll?" Oh hell he was drunk! I backed up I knew what any man was capable of when he was drunk. With my backward steps he advanced on me and slammed the door shut behind himself. He then proceeded to lock the door. I needed to make my way to the living room where my gun was hidden. Then he moved faster than I had anticipated and he pinned me to the wall and soon after his lips crashed on to mine. I tried to push him off me but he was too big even for my strong arms. His hands went to my arms and he squeezed tightly, too tightly. It hurt, there would be bruises tomorrow. His hand reached around to the small of my back as I continued to struggle. I finally managed to get my face free of his sucking lips.

"Rob cut it out. I don't want you!"

"But I want you" he growled at me and then he continued to kiss me. His hands slid down over my butt where he squeezed tightly. I finally got him off me and ran into the living room. I almost got to the side table then he tackled me. I screamed in pain as my head hit the floor so hard it was bleeding. I knew this because when he picked me up to throw me on the couch I saw blood. He put all of his weight on top of me and I could barely squirm anymore. I was beginning to get tired. Then his hand gripped my panties and I had a flashback which caused me to blank for a little bit.

I remembered when I was seven I was running in the back yard with my two older brothers. Kyle, 9, and Ian, 10. Then my daddy called me inside.

"Yes daddy?" I loved my daddy so much. He meant so much to me, he was my hero! He was my favourite person in the world. Aside from my mother who died when I was five. I was old enough to remember her, but the memories far and few in between. He took my hand and led me to my room and told me to sit on my bed. I did as I was told. He then kneeled in front of me.

"You know I love you right?" he looked straight into my eyes and took my hand.

"Yes daddy." He then started rubbing circles on my tiny hand with his thumb.

"And you know I would never try to hurt you right?"

"Of course daddy, why would I think any different?"

"Just asking sweetheart" he smiled at me and kissed my cheek. I will never forget the smell that came off of him. Alcohol. I got up to leave because I thought that was all. "sit back down" he growled. He grabbed my arm and squeezed too tight. Did I do something wrong? Was this what this was about?

"Did I do something wrong daddy?" I asked and squirmed uncomfortably his hand still applying pressure.

"Oh no sweetie, you did everything right." He kissed my cheek. Then planted little kisses on my face until his lips met mine. Then he started kissing me...like how adults kiss. I was too young to think anything was wrong with it because I was so young. Plus daddy just told me he would never hurt me. His hands started exploring my little body. He then crouched over me and removed my clothes. This I had to be wrong I thought. This never happened before.

"Daddy....are you sure you're doing the right thing?" my parents had always taught me that as long as you were doing what was right and what you were supposed to do. It was okay.

"Yes honey. Daddy is always right." he smiled again and looked at my body. "you will always be my beautiful little girl." he then dove into the crook of my neck and started kissing and sucking that area. Then he made his way down my body. Then he undid his belt and zipper then his pants were around his knees. Then it started to hurt in my girl area. Mommy always told me no one was allowed to touch that area, but here daddy was doing it. But daddy was always right. It started to hurt really bad then my bed started to hit against the wall. I tried to be strong and not cry but I couldn't help it.

"STOP CRYING OR ELSE I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT!!" he shouted in my face. It made me cry harder so he stopped what he was doing, turned me around, and started to spank me with his belt. It left bruises on my bum. he then was angry. "You can come out of your room after you have put your clothes on and have stopped crying." He slammed the door shut behind him. That was the first, and far from last time, my father raped me.

That's when I came to and realized what was happening. Rob was having a hard with his zipper. He couldn't get it to go down and my panties were already off. I did what I had to. I brought my leg up as hard and fast as I could. He screamed out in pain and fell to the floor. I jumped off the couch and ran towards the side table. Not until he grabbed my ankle. I fell and he screamed "YOU WILL BE MINE! FOREVER!" Oh hell no! I reached up to the coffee table above me and pulled the vase down and smashed it on his head. My favourite porcelain vase shattered. He only seemed a little dazed. I got up and grabbed my gun. As I was turning around he lunged and I pulled my trigger. I didn't intend on killing Rob that night, I meant to kill a child molester, much like the one who ruined my childhood. That was my ultimate mission in life. But Rob pushed me to a point where I had no choice.

So now instead of doing something productive with my night....I had to clean up his mess. Perfect

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