The Nanny ✔

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Sophie's POV

I stare at him with wide eyes, my heart hammering dangerously against my ribcage as my heart palpitates.

"You're home." He mutters and takes gracious steps in as if he was invited.

I sit up in alarm, suspiciously glancing around so that in case he tries something, I'll fight him off with whatever I lay my hands on.

"Yes." I grit out.

"When did you get back from school?" He questions again.

"Not too long ago. Do you need something?"

"Why were you screaming?"

His question prompts my next action as I shake my head repeatedly. "No-nothing."

His gaze softens as they hold mine piercingly.

"Tell me. I care for you, you know?"

Wow. Really? I raise a questioning brow and adjust in my sitting position, knowing fully well that there is no room for relaxation where he is concerned.

"You do? How so?"

"I really do. And I'll show you-" he moves closer to my bed and plants one kneecap on it. The warning bells go off in my head and blood pumps through me in a faster motion, almost making me go deaf as I hear my heartbeat in my ears.

"Don't come near me." I snap. He raises his hands up and drops his leg, moving back.

"Ouch." He says, straightening up, then all of a sudden, "too late."

He pounces on me, pressing me down with his weight on me and his long hands quickly hold me in place. That catches me unaware because I didn't do anything to stop him, having not expected such a sudden move from him.

I struggle with ragged breathing, blaming myself for not locking the door as his hands move to hold me in place.

I lock the door all the time, except mom is around and there was even a time when my mom was around and he still managed to get into my room and grope my breasts with his calloused hands when I was asleep. He had only stopped the act that day when I told him I would report to my mom.

I flail my legs around with determination to not give him that satisfaction he wants to derive.

"Don't move, stupid b*tch."

"Help!"

"Keep your fuckin' mouth shut!" He grabs one breast and fondles it, bringing his head low to suck on it from my chiffon top.

"Hel-" his hand reaches and swings over my face twice, so hard I feel the metallic taste on my lower lip. Desperate and agonizing tears instantly blur my vision. My head begins to feel heavy as if a heavy weight has suddenly been placed on it.

"No one will help you, b*tch."

"Leave me alone!" I mumble into his hand on my mouth, feeling tiny dots obscure my vision. It however comes out muffled.

"You are alone. Your mom would never believe you because I take my time f*ckin' her all night and you've got no one else. Stay still and it'll be over before you know what." He says with hooded eyes and the strange but familiar smell fills my nostrils.

That's when I realise it, he started smoking. As if the constant drinking hadn't been enough.

I shake my head defiantly and he lets out an animalistic grunt.

He hits me twice more on both cheeks and I feel strength leave me as my head instantly feels hot and heat radiates over entire system. Panic grips me but immediately settles at my core when he grabs my slacks and pulls it down with his eyes daringly pointed at me, threatening me the worst if I do as much as move.

A desperate finger seeps into my panty and he finds my most feminine part, caressing it hungrily while I squirm to no avail under his strong hold despite him using only a hand to hold me down.

"Ngh-nooo." I moan when he works his pace.

I hate the reaction my body gives and I try to ignore the pleasure but my body yields. I have no control.

"You like that huh?" He questions. I shake my head, or attempt to because it feels really painful to do as little as blink.

His fingers work their evil act over and over until I feel my legs shake rapidly and a warm sensation fills me below the abdomen, making me grunt in pleasure. His left hand moves from my mouth to my breast and gropes it repeatedly until I moan into his chest while he sucks on my neck.

All of a sudden, his phone blares into life from his pocket and he stiffens above me. He pulls out his finger with ragged, short breaths and lifts his weight off me.

He raises his finger and tucks it into his mouth, sucking it clean.

"Hmmmm. So fine and so sweet." He chuckles.

I choke out a weak sob at my vulnerable self. I had always been light, weightless, clumsy. I hate myself for it.

"I'll tell my mom." I breathe out with heaving chest. He tenses, his smile dropping and shifts his attention to me with evil lurking behind his eyes.

"You will?"

"Yes." I nod defiantly, head heavy.

He ignores his ringing phone.

"You do that and I'll tell her it's a lie and make up a story, saying you tried to seduce me when I scolded you. But you know what I'll do after that?" He questions, his eyes looking emptier than I've ever seen.

I nod with a wince, trying not to think of what he could do.

"I'll repeat this for a week after sending your mom on an expensive, all expense paid trip and then I'll make you regret talking to your momma about it."

And then he walks out.

And then I break down.

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Tried to make it as less violent or romanticizing as I could because there's nothing romantic about sexual abuse. Hope I succeeded. Thanks for reading. Please vote, share and comment. Thanks.
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