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Nova Hawk has it all. Money, reputation, a loving family and amazing friends. But she lost it all when she wakes up in the middle of the night after her eighteenth birthday party. Someone is in her room. She gets kidnapped by a group of six men that form a rockband that tour around America, giving concerts along the way. The lead singer Brad is the scariest of the six men, he also claims to be her biological father. After a while Nova finds herself enjoying the freedom she never had. She learns to play electric guitar, she travels to places she never went and feels closer to her mother that ever. Will she choose to stay in the live of rock, sex and alcohol? Or will she escape her horny father and friends to live with her younger sister at her aunt's house? Ps: I'm Dutch, English is not my first language. I'm sorry if I made any spelling mistakes. Pps: Be aware of strong language, abuse and rapings. Don't read it if it's too dark.
Nova
My heart is raising when I wake up. I heard something. I'm not sure what it was, it sounded like my door was opened, but when I look up, my door is still closed. Did I imagine it? I lay still, frozen in bed. Sweating of fear. Trying to get my heartbeat under control I tell myself: there is nothing going on. Just breath. Everything is fine. Then I hear something downstairs. Where my parents still awake? I look at my phone. It's 3 am. Why would they be awake at this point of night?
I close my eyes again. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. Then I hold my breath for a second. It helps sometimes. But when I do, I can still hear breathing. That is not me breathing. I knew it. I jump up, sitting on my bed I look around. There is someone in my room. I heard someone breathing. I can't see anyone. I grab my phone and turn on my flashlight. I shine in every corner, looking for the person I that I couldn't see. I shine at my chair, my desk, my closet door, my bathroom door. Nothing.
Did I imagine it? Was I going crazy? I didn't drink that much last night. My friends Claudia and Belle kept making shots, but I only took three. It was my eighteenth birthday party. I know what alcohol does to me. I wanted to remember my party, not getting drunk and forget everything. I've been there, done that. Not tonight. Tonight I got to dance with Dane. He didn't kiss me, like I hoped he would, but I know he will next time we will get together. I really wanted him to be my first boyfriend.
I slowly get control of my heartbeat and breathing. Thinking of Dane made me relaxed. I turn off my flashlight and lay down again. God, I am going crazy. I close my eyes and try to sleep again.
'Don't scream.'
I open my mouth to scream, but my sound is being muted by a large hand pressed on my mouth.
'I said don't scream, didn't I?' a man whispered in my ear.
My body is frozen again. I'm too scared to move. I can't see his face, because he is wearing a black mask. I whimper in fear. Why is this man here in my room?
'You are coming with me downstairs, Nova.' he whispers again. 'You are not going to scream. I don't think you want to wake up your little sister, otherwise I have to hurt her.' His hand moves from my mouth to my neck. He holds it tight but doesn't squeeze. 'Stand up.'
I do what he says. I get of my bed. His hand is still on my neck. I'm so sure he will squeeze it when I disobey him. He knew my name. Who the f is this guy? 'What do you want from me?' I whisper.
'For you to come downstairs.' He pushes me to the door, down the hall, downstairs and into the living room. I just let him take me. I don't want him to hurt my sister.
'Aaah!' I scream at the sight of my parents tied to a chair, heavily beaten by the looks of it. Before I know it, my knees hit the floor, when the person behind me pushes me. His hand is on my mouth again, pressing my head against his stomach with force.
'I told you not to scream. Now I have to hurt you.'
'No!' my mother screams. A man that I didn't see before hit her so hard in the face. Now she doesn't scream anymore but spit out a little bit of blood on the floor.
When I look with my eyes through the living room, I see five men with masks on. They have guns and one has a baseball bet.
'You are a coward, Brad. Why do you hide behind a mask? Why do you all hide behind those masks?' my mother asked.
Wait, did she call a man Brad? Did she know who the men were?
The man behind me takes off his masks. I look up. It's a man with black hair like mine. He smiles at me. I can see a golden tooth in his mouth. The man has dark angry eyes, he scares me to the bones, so I look away from him.
'Long time no see, Emma.' the man said. Emma, that is my mom.
'Brad.' Mother spits back at him. Yes, she knew the man.
'I see you made a good life here. With him.' Brad sounded disgusted by the idea of it. The idea of living with my father. 'You gave it all up to be a stupid receptionist of the major. You could of have so much more, Emma. Or should I call you Emmelina?' Only my family knew my mother as Emmelina. This man knows my mother better than I thought.
Mom shakes her head. 'Shut up, you have no right to call me that.'
'Lay on your stomach, Nova.' Brad whispers in my ear. His hand trails from my mouth to my neck, my collarbone, to my left breast. I can feel his warm breath on my skin, his lips against my ear. A shiver down my spine, gives me the fight I need to get free from him.
'No.' I try to stand up, to get away from the man behind me, but with no use. His hand simply pushes me back on my knees. He is so much stronger than me. He holds my neck with both hands now, softly squeezing and making me whimper in fear again. The fight within me is gone. I'm weak. I'm so fucking weak.
'Brad, stop. She doesn't even know who you are, don't hurt her. Please, Brad.' I never heard my mom beg before. She is always so strong. A leader. She has the pants on in this household. That is probably why my father hadn't said a word. He may be the major of this town, but it's my mother who rules over him at home.
'Ah, I see. So, you have been pretending I didn't exist all this time, didn't you Emma? Well, let me tell you Nova. This man isn't your father.' He points to my father. He lowers his head. He doesn't even look at me. 'I am your father, not that imposter. Look at him, you don't even look like that man. You are mine and now I just want to have some fun with my daughter.' He starts to laugh and the men in masks laugh with him.
'Leave her alone!' mom begs him again. 'Please Brad, leave her alone. You may be her father, but you aren't her dad.'
'She doesn't mean anything to me, Emma.' He squeezes his hand tight around my neck. I can't breathe. But then he let go and his lips are back on my ear again. 'I said lay on your stomach. Now!' Brad pushes me down. I fall hard on the ground, almost hitting my head in the process. I caught myself with my hands, but they were pulled away and pushed on my back. Then one of the men in mask begins to tie them together. I wrestle to stay free. Brad kicks me hard on my back. I hear a loud crack when his shoe hit my spine. I can't help it and start to cry. The masked man holds me down, while Brad removes my pants and underwear in one go.
'No!' I scream. 'Stop. Please, don't do this.' I try to get away, so I start to kick and wrestle.
'Lay still, stupid girl.' Brad grips my neck again. 'I won't hesitate by shooting your whore of a mother.'
When I look up, I see one of the masked men holding a gun to my mother's head. 'No.' I whimper. 'Please, don't shoot her.'
'Then lay still and spread your legs.'
'Honey, don't be scared. Just close your eyes and breath. Think of something fun.' mom tries to calm me down. How could she even say that? The man that claims to be my father is about to rape me in the living room.
'Yes honey, try think of something fun.' Brad says sarcastic. I could hear him zip his pants open and dropping them on the ground.
I close my eyes. This is really going to happen. Brad widen my legs even further with his knees when he takes his place between them. His fingers are touching my folds. I want to scream, but I don't. I don't want them to shoot my mother. When I feel the tip of his member in front of my vagina, I feel sick. I can't do this. I never had a boyfriend. I hadn't even have my first kiss. Now this man is going to take my virginity. In one trust he enters. I scream out loud. His penis is so big and it hurts so much. I never felt pain like this in my life. His hand is pressed on my mouth again while he starts to move in and out. I scream in his hands when he trusts are getting faster. He fucks me hard and with no passion. I try to think of something fun, like my mother told me, but all I could think of was the pain. The pain I feel between my legs is killing me. It feels like I've been ripped in two with every trust he makes. He goes on and on, what feels like hours instead of minutes, until he fills me up with his cum. I cry. I cry of shame, pain and fear. I can't move my body, I can't scream, I can't talk anymore. I have no fight left in me.
'Now it's my turn.' the man that tied my hands said.
I can't remember much after that. They all took their turns, all six of them came inside me. I couldn't move, I was frozen the whole time. I couldn't scream, they pressed their hands on my mouth every time even if I wanted to scream. I am no longer me. My body feels numb, broken and sore. The last thing I remember, before passing out, is Brad telling to put me in the camper. I was dragged on my feet by two men. I could hear my mom screaming. She was silent this whole time.
'Nova, honey, I love you. Don't forget that.' mom whispers. Her eyes are red from crying.
'I love you, Nova.' dad said. I can see he has been crying too.
'I love you too mom and dad.' I whisper back to them.
The sound of a gun shooting, makes me scream again. This time they let me. My eyes widen with shock. Then the gun goes again. I look over to my mom and dad. One second ago they told me they loved me, now they were sitting there, lifeless with a bullet in their heads. My legs give out, but the hands were holding me tight and don't let me fall. I don't feel pain, I don't feel anything. Then everything goes black.
Maya Picori didn't have a normal childhood. After her father died when she was only ten years old, Maya's mother became a sex worker at home. There were always naked men walking in their house. Maya was just curious about the things her mother did. But curiosity can be dangerous. Men will be lying, taking advantage of her innocence. And now she is paying the price. Tears are running down my face. ‘Mom, I'm pregnant.’ I felt the pain she left behind by slapping me across my face. I lower my head. I don't want her to hit me again, just by looking at her. I take a step back, now with my back against the door, I have no way to go. ‘No, you're not! You told me you didn't have a boyfriend! Don't lie to me, Maya!’ she screams at my face. ‘Look at me you slut!’ I was kicked out of the house that day. I'm 15 years old, pregnant and homeless. This is my story. It's full of love, lies and betrayal.
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What if your family is one of the most famous families of the word, all but you? Your whole life you are kept hidden away. They threat you like dirt, like you don't even matter. While all you want is to be seen. Not by the whole world like your family members, but by your mom, the one that supposed to take care of you but hasn't spoken to you in months. This is the reality of Shelly Weekland. Mistreated, bullied, abused, tortured, ignored. While her family is living the happy life in their own realityshow, their lives aren't that perfect when the camera's are off. Every single one of them has their own secrets, their own stories and somehow Shelly knows them all. But is it safe to know so much?
July Greek (18) grew up in a world of money problems, alcohol and drugs. She has a brother and two sisters, all from different fathers but the same mother. Their lives weren't easy. They have been homeless, they have been abused, they have been mistreated and drugged. They don't tell anyone about their lives and keep to themselves. Oldest brother Sept moved away a long time ago, leaving oldest sister Marchi to the task of taking care of mom and her sisters July and Deci. But then one day mother gets arrested and all goes to shit. Their house got broken into, Marchi gets fired and child protective services tries to take Deci away. Men are hunting them. Their mom is hiding something and they think the sisters know where it is. It's not safe for them to stay home. Who are those men? What has mom been hiding from them? Who can they trust? Where is Sept? The hunt begins. Ps: I'm Dutch, English is not my first language. I'm sorry if I made any spelling mistakes.
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