Page 27 of Hearts Etched in Glass (The Afton Adders #2)
Hurt, Johnny Cash
I sit staring at the darkened ceiling, the sun setting on another glorious day. Staring at the same four walls I’ve seen for the last twenty-four hours, I feel hopelessness settle in my chest.
No one has come back to see me. Not even to check on me.
They have let me rot.
Rot in hopes I’ll turn into the vessel they once tried to groom me to be.
I stay laying on the ground.
I’ve cut myself a couple more time on my other thigh and two times on my left wrist.
Studying the ceiling I observe that the middle comes together similar to the top of a bird cage. How fitting .
My glass birdcage.
Where my family can observe as their love and adoration poisons my spirit and rots me from the inside out.
The sound of the small opening on the door, shutters open, but it isn’t Meryll’s voice, I hear. It is my mother’s.
“Have you calmed down yet?” She has the audacity to ask.
I don’t have the energy to glance over at her wretched face.
“You know I’m doing this for your own good Tilly.
You’ve let those boys brain wash you, that filthy town.
City. Whatever it is. It’s so peasant-like.
You are worth more. You were going to have such a promising future, but we let you go and allowed you to pursue nursing.
I told your father we should pull you out of that wretched school when you ended up changing your career pathway and becoming a nurse instead of a physician like your brother. ”
I stay still on the floor. Hoping the sight of me gives her some sort of guilt. Any type of remorse.
Any feeling.
Though she continues talking.
She continues to speak as she sees her daughter laying on the floor in her undergarments, with bloodied limbs. A small chuckle escapes, when I don’t mean for it to.
“What on earth could possibly be funny right now? Look at you? Look at what that town has done to you. The state you are in is like a rabid animal Tilly!?” Mother’s voice dares to crack, she actually thinks her cause is justifiable, to imprison and kidnap her adult daughter within her home.
Clearing my throat I ask with a dry tone, “Is father even sick?”
She ignores me, continuing to speak in a singsong, cheery tone.
“You know, I think Ronald will still take you back. You have so much history and he really cares about you Tilly—” I cut her off, shouting, “Is father even sick?”
Mother audibly inhales. “No. He and your brothers are on a hunt and they will be gone for a week.”
I lose it .
Laughter spills from my lips as I hold my abdomen. It aches from the jostling movement and not eating for twenty-four hours, but God do I feel like a moron.
Walking straight into her trap.
“I’m such a moron,” I state out loud.
Then lay back as chills wrack my body.
Mother gets angry at my antics.
“That is enough of your inappropriate behavior Tilly! You will cease this charade and come to your senses. You will marry Ronald and you will settle down!”
I am surprised at how swift I stand and march towards the door, seeing the fear in my pathetic mother’s eyes.
“It’s going to be hard to marry a fucking corpse, mother!” My teeth bare as I shout through the opening.
She rears back. “What in heavens name are you talking about?”
Maniacal laughter escapes my lips as I brace my hands on either side of the door.
“It’s going to be hard to marry Ronald when I fucking killed him .
I fucking killed him and we fucked right in front of him.
The last thing he saw was me being pleasured by other men.
Better men . And if you don’t let me out of here, they will find me and they will destroy you for what you’ve done to me. ”
Her eyes narrow, cold and disturbing. “I would rather have you come to your senses and rot or cut yourself to death in there before I ever let you return to those low-lives.” She spits out the words like a distasteful appetizer.
Then she shuts the opening.
I stare at the dark brown wood for a few minutes as tears pathetically slide down my cheeks again.
“I hate you!” I scream as loud as I can, hoping the gates of Hell would fucking rattle with my screeching. Though she will just see it as a temper tantrum.
My back slides down the door frame. I hug myself for comfort.
Numbness sets across my muscles, as hopelessness rears its ugly head.
A beautiful dream takes hold of my senses within the darkness I’ve fallen into. Bobby is sweetly caressing my head, unfurling the strands and tenderly scratching my scalp.
I’m sitting within his lap as he soothes me. Marcus crouches down with what appears to be a small amount of gauze and some wound cleansing supplies.
“Oh sweetheart,” Bobby coos near my head. His breath feels so real as it caresses the soft curve of my ear. “We’re here now darling,” he gently says.
Then Marcus takes the wound cleanser, and places some on my cut as slick pain strikes. I yelp in agony.
This is real.
This is fucking real .
I squirm in Bobby’s hold, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead, he clasps his large arms around my chest and torso. “Darling, we need to tend to you.”
He tenderly kisses my temple and strokes my abdomen with his fingertips.
Peering through my disheveled hair that Bobby tries to push back away from my face.
“How?” The question cracks from my dry vocal cords .
As Marcus finishes his mending, the pad of his thumb rubs my inner thigh and nods his head by the window.
One quarter panel of the vast window is busted out. Shards of glass decorate the floor as I see several ropes hanging from the outer portion of the house.
“We got your note from the receptionist, and Biscuit. Then got worried when we didn’t hear from you, love,” Marcus replies, trailing small loving circles around the bandages he placed, “but we were able to track you down. It was hard, but in your residence we found a letter in the trash from your mum. It had her address on the envelope. We didn’t realize it would come to this, darling, we are so sorry we couldn’t come faster, but we didn’t find your location until after dinner and came straight away as night fell. ”
I curl within myself as relief washes over me.
“Please tell me I’m not fucking hallucinating,” I whisper through my small whimpers. My body begins to tremble.
“You’re not hallucinating or dreaming, darling. We are here and we’ve got you,” Bobby exclaims, as energy rushes me, and I sit up straight, grabbing Marcus’s face and kissing him, then release him to turn towards Bobby and crash my lips to his.
“Love, let’s get you cleaned up and home?” Marcus suggests, but a flash of adrenaline surges through me as a wicked thought crosses my mind. I’m not done defiling this godforsaken place.
“Get on the bed Marcus,” I order as he looks at Bobby in disbelief. Bobby shrugs his shoulders and nods, then says, “Do as she says.”
Marcus and Bobby help me up. My thighs throb with pain, but the pain is good. Pain means I’m alive and my bandages are secured tightly.
“I don’t think you should be moving much my love,” Marcus says, but I grab him by the neck pulling his face flush with mine.
“Marcus, be my good boy and do what I fucking say,” I order through my teeth as he flashes a wicked smile.
“Alright love, why don’t you lay down and then hang your head off the bed,” Marcus suggests and I listen. Taking off my clothing, I lay on top of my shredded bedding. Marcus sits between my legs, as Bobby cradles my jaw at the other side of the bed .
“Are you sure, you want to partake in these activities, instead of going straight home to do this?” Bobby cocks an eyebrow, a flash of worry in his eyes.
Marcus circles my clit with his thumb, my pussy clenching with the touch. He slides a knuckle up my center. “Jesus, love. You are so fucking ready for us.” Then he places two fingers inside me. I gasp as the stimulation and pleasure snakes up my core.
“Bobby, stop asking questions and fuck my mouth.” He raises his eyebrows in surprise, “And what if mother dearest walks in?”
I ignore his question and begin unbuttoning his trousers, unveiling his hard dick.
I stroke it with my hands, feeling the veins along his length and then suck him down.
Marcus notches himself at my entrance, and as he begins pumping into me, it shifts my body, making my mouth thrust deeper around Bobby’s cock.
Bobby combs his fingers through my hair, then caresses my throat with his other hand. He begins degrading me as Marcus praises me.
“Fuck you are such a filthy girl. Fucking us in your torn up bedroom. Naughty, naughty darling,” Bobby seductively says as he flexes his hand around my throat .
“She is being a very good fuck toy though, taking us in every way we want,” Marcus mewls. As he begins thrusting into me harder, he draws my legs together, hugging my limbs to his chest, and pounds into me. The smacks reverberating off my ass echo in the room.
I hear the door to my room creak open as anticipation and fear rush my body, but I don’t move. I just stay securely between Bobby and Marcus as they give me the pleasure and grounding I need.
“Does your depravity know no bounds?” my mother hollers from the doorway. She probably has her hands to her face in shock, or that moronic, angry face she delivers when she is disappointed, but I couldn’t care less anymore.
“It doesn’t,” Bobby retorts as he smacks my breast. The sting of pleasure shoots across my body.
“Oh wait. If you’re talking to Tilly. She kind of has her mouth full,” Bobby retorts, then thrusts deeper own my throat as tears slide from the side of my eyes.
“Tilly loves a little voyeurism. You can stay and watch, Mum, but I might charge you.” Then I hear her slam the door shut as Marcus climaxes inside me.