She Hides Behind a Smile

Masks

"Natalie." Edward said.

Natalie's eyes widened as she looked up at him, her knees nearly going weak with fear. She couldn't even muster up her words to speak to him. She opened her mouth, but only whimpers of fear came out. Edward pulled out his wallet, and shoved about a little over eighty dollars at her.

"There. That's for letting me use that tight pussy of yours." He said with a smirk. "Now what do you say to be a respectful little bitch to your graceful uncle?"

"T-Thank.. thank you uncle.." She muttered out shakily as she held the money and looked down.

"That's a good girl.." He said to her.

Edward gently grabbed Natalie's chin, then lifted her head to look at him. He grinned down at her, and pushed her back. He laughed at her fearful expression, and then winked at her.

"I'll be back next week to have a turn with that pussy of yours. I'll bring you something back from the store today though. And I reccomend that you take it like you're supposed to, or I'm gonna break your fucking legs and drown you in cum. Understand you little bitch?"

Natalie's eyes widened a she nodded, her entire body having gone pale. She whimpered in terror, starting to sob as she looked entirely terrified. Edward laughed again, then closed the bathroom door while saying, "Let anyone else use you, and I'll make sure everyone knows whose you really are."

Natalie felt like she was about the faint. She couldn't find the words to say how she felt, besides disgust with herself and anger.

"Bad things happen to bad people." She thought. "So I must be a bad person..."

Natalie started sobbing audibly as she climbed into the shower. The stinging and hot water touched her skin, making her jolt, but she didn't change the temperature of it. She just let it burn and scald her lovely, and yet ever so bruised skin. Her eyes were filled with tears of pain, and she didn't know how to handle it. She sobbed even harder, knowing her father would have absolutely no idea about it, and she was afraid to say a word to him.

Once she finished sobbing and showering, Natalie sighed deeply. Her thighs and arms were covered in bruises and welts, and she looked pitiful. She glanced at herself in the mirror, and rubbed her slightly bruised cheek.

"What happened has happened... I'll have to deal with this on my own. I mean.. what would people.. my family... my friends think of me if I was to tell them I was raped and then given money? It would just sound like prostitution....and bribery.." She thought to herself hastily.

Natalie started knawing at her bottom lip harshly, and took a deep breath in. She dried herself, then put on her long sleeved pajamas. She walked to her room, then quietly closed the door as she sniffled. To tell the truth, all her friends knew about her father, was that he was drunk. She never told them how she was abused, or harrassed verbally and physically at times.

Natalie picked up her phone from the floor, seeing her blood on it from being deflowered just earlier. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at her bedspread, which was also covered in blood. She sighed deeply, and took it off, and placed it in the wash basket near her closet. She could taste the blood from her lip where she had been chewing at it, and rubbed her hands over her face. She shook her head, forcing herself to push the horrible trauma from her mind as she changed her bed, then she laid down in it.

Just after, her phone began to ring. Wendell was calling her, just as he said that he would.

"Oh shit.. you're fucking kidding me Dell..." She thought to herself in haste.