"You're so pretty, Kathleen" my foster father says as he pins me to the wall.
"Please" I whimper. "Don't"
"Don't?" He tsks. "Kathleen, Kathleen, I thought you were my special girl?" He croons. "Make daddy happy, and be my special girl" he says softly but you can hear the warning in his voice as his hands slide down to my ass. "Fuck" he hisses. "Such a nice tight ass"
"Stop, please" I cry. "Please, stop touching me" I plead as I try to push him off me, but he's bigger than me, stronger than me, he takes my wrists in his hands putting them above my head, his evil grin comes closer to me. "It'll be less painful for you if you just give in, Kathleen"
"I'll tell Joyce" I whimper, threatening him with his wife.
He starts to laugh, his body shaking with laughter. "You really think she'll believe you over me?" He growls. "A little slut like you, who dresses like a whore" he hisses as he glides his tongue up my cheek as one of his hands palm my breast making me cry out in despair.
No, please—no...
I try to pull away from him but he's too strong. "Go on, Kathleen, fight" he chuckles. "It only turns me on more" he purrs as he rubs his hard length into my stomach.
My stomach turns at the feel of him against me as I try to think of what to do to save myself from being Bob, my foster dad's newest rape victim. I relax in his arms thinking I'm surrendering to him, his face lights up with glee and smugness. "Good girl" he croons. "Don't worry, daddy will make you feel good" he says as he tries to undo his belt buckle.
"I don't fucking think so" I hiss bringing my knee up between his legs with all my strength and hit him hard.
He cries out in pain and bellows my name releasing me as he drops to his knees, I run away as fast as I can coming down the stairs, I run towards the front door, when I see bobs wallet and car keys. Without a thought I take what money that's in his wallet and leave, ignoring bobs roars of threats, and run, I run and run until I find the closest yet, furthest bus stop away from bob. I see a bus about to leave the stop when I run towards it waving it down frantically, it stops when the bus driver notices me running towards him. "Thanks" I pant paying for my bus fare.
"Jesus, darlin', don't be runnin' in front of a movin' vehicle" he scolds me.
"Sorry" I say timidly lowering my gaze to the floor.
I hear him sigh. "Where you off to, little lady?" He asks me.
"Just as far as you go, please" I tell him.
"Well, that there will be the bus station" he tells me looking concerned.
"That's fine, I need to meet my mom there" I lie.
He studies my expression before nodding. "Go on, then" he gestures behind him.
I smile politely at him, thankful for him not to question me further and walk to the very back of the empty bus and drop with a sigh of relief.
Suddenly there's a loud bang. "What in tarnations?" The bus driver grumbles. "What is your problem, buddy?" he shouts to the door.
I leap up instantly knowing it's him, I stumble forward towards the driver as he slows down. "Sir, please don't stop, please" I plead.
"Kathleen" I hear bob snarl.
"Sir, please, don't stop the bus, don't make me go with him, please" I sob.
The driver must hear the desperation in my voice, because suddenly the bus jerks forward, the speed increasing once more, I hear bobs bellows telling the driver to stop, but thankfully he's listened to me. My stomach revolts with the knowledge of him near me again. "Oh, god—I'm gonna be sick" I moan covering my mouth.
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Saint & His Happily Ever After (A Novella Of The "And His" Series)
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