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- What did you think you would come up here with me for? So we could play with dolls? You wanted to come up, so let's finish this and then you can go, but now, how about showing me how you fuck the other guys? My jaw clenched tightly, it's a wonder I didn't break a molar. What? What kind of girl did he think I was? I was still a virgin! I wasn't a hypocrite, I knew very well how things were done, but I thought it would be more relaxed, I didn't even have to be romantic. It was my first time, I wanted it to be different, not just any old fuck. I was not just anyone, and I had saved myself for a special moment. Okay, I was afraid to tell the truth, after all, what could a virgin offer a guy like him? My thoughts dispersed, I felt the warmth of the closeness of his cock as he pulled my panties aside and penetrated me. - Ahh! another scream. The impression I had, besides the feeling of being invaded, was that they had taken a red-hot branch and stuck it in me. Or a sharp dagger. The pain was excruciating, and I had to practice my doggy breathing, because it hurt like hell. I let out a muffled groan of pain and held his arms so tightly that I watched my knuckles turn white. I don't think he even noticed; because of the drinks or not, he didn't even stop, continuing to thrust one after the other, while underneath him, my tense body was writhing in pain. It was then that something happened that surprised me, he leaned in even closer, dragging his nose across my cheek and my breath caught. It was not a romantic act, it was an act of control. Soon his hand was on my mouth, lowering my disgruntled whimper. Of course, he didn't ask and didn't care if I liked it, he simply pulled out of me and my body screamed with relief, but it was only to roll me onto my back. His spit-moistened fingers poked at my sore and irritated entrance. Soon, he continued to penetrate me while pulling hard on my hair. I felt the first tear resulting from the pain involuntarily drip from my right eye. I never thought I would think this about Luck, but what I wanted most of all was for it to be over soon. - Ahh... girl, you are so hot... I'm gonna cum! He lets out a loud groan and finally pulls out of me. For a moment I feel stupid, dirty. But I can't wait to get away to my friends. I watch as he sits on the bed and removes the used condom. I get up with my dead body, wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. -What do you think you're doing? - His voice is as hard as his body. - I'm not finished with you. Then I laugh a bitter little noise that doesn't belong to me. It's ridiculous. I'm smart, rich, well-educated. I can leave this room whenever I want. He leans into my space, so close that I can smell the spicy notes of his cologne, and with muscles trembling, I brace myself for the onslaught of insults and anger I see in his eyes. But he only repeats - I'm not fucking done yet. - Then he kisses me on the lips. I realized that Luck was an insatiable guy, since that night we fucked twice more before falling asleep.
Eleven years earlier
I sat on the edge of my father's bed. The once active man now lived mostly sedated. I actually preferred it that way. At least he didn't scare me, like when I would start moaning and screaming at night because of pain. He wore an oxygen mask to help him breathe, his arms were connected to the access that brought the medication to his body, and there were also monitors that beeped all the time. I still don't understand all this very well, what I do know is that he is very sick.
- I know you're going to be all right, Dad," I said as I kissed his cheek.
his cheek.
I took my Teddy bear and lay down next to him, curled up. I was wearing a polka-dotted jacket that went down to my shins, and my hair was down to my back. I fell asleep for a moment, and woke up with his dry cough.
No.
No.
No.
I couldn't stand it, he was clearly in pain. Where was Clarissa? She used to be a caring nurse, but I could clearly see that she no longer took the same care of my father. "Maybe she has given up," I thought as I sobbed softly at the edge of the bed. I felt her hand slowly rest on my back.
- Nicole? - he said in a hoarse voice, letting out another cough.
- Yes, Dad. - I slowly stood up and sat down beside him.
- Don't cry, little one," he said with difficulty. - You were the best thing that ever happened to me, I love you so much.
I closed my eyes as Daddy ran his hand over my face, wiping my tears away.
- You deserve all the love in the world. - Cough. - One day someone will love you so much. And it will be so perfect... So pure. - Cough.
- Please Daddy, stop talking, it's not doing you any good.
- It always does me good, being with you. I'm sorry I haven't been around longer.
- It's okay. - I tried to fake a smile to make him more comfortable.
- It's not, child. I'm sorry... I'm sorry. - He shook himself, and then choked fiercely. The monitor started beeping.
I got up and ran to go after Clarissa. As I got down from the bed, I ran into her, who hurried past me and started to stir the medication. It was as if time passed in slow motion. I could see her screaming, but I couldn't understand anything. I tried to get out, but my feet seemed to be stuck to the floor. My face froze. My eye wandered back to my father. He was white, his eyes were open, and there was blood in his mouth. Dad started coughing up blood.
- What's happening? Daddy! - I screamed, as I cried.
- Get her out of here! Get her out of here!
I don't remember who pulled me out, whether I fell asleep or passed out. I just don't remember.
I woke up in the morning and I was in the same clothes as before. My head hurt. I looked at the dresser, there were some neat black clothes on top. I got up and went straight to my father's room. I pushed the door open. Everything was clean. He wasn't there. The bed was neatly made up with a white sheet. There were no more monitors, nothing. The smell of bleach was so strong it burned my nose. I took a few steps back and bumped into a woman about twenty-five years old, blonde, pretty.
- Hi, I'm Summer," she said as she held out her hand to me.
- Hi, Summer," I said awkwardly. I didn't shake her hand. - Where's Dad? - She closed her mouth in a straight, unfriendly face, and then smiled. - Where is Clarissa? - I said, looking around for her.
- We won't be needing her care anymore.
- But she was looking after my father.
- Your father won't need any more care either.
- Why? Where is my father?
- You're very agitated, young lady. I need you to change. We need to leave," I said gently, but not allowing room for discussion.
I left, went into my room, and changed.
Hours later, we were walking through a garden that I didn't know. I was finding it strange. Where was everyone? Where was Madeleine? Matthew, Summer, and I followed him to an unknown gentleman. He was reading words that I didn't really understand. I felt agonized, not knowing why. My heart began to ache. I just wanted to leave.
I felt cold hands resting on my shoulders. I looked up and Summer was there, with the same warm smile.
- I'm sorry, honey, it's time to say goodbye.
I looked at her, it was obvious that something had happened to Dad, but why wasn't anyone saying anything? She took my hand. I instinctively didn't want to go, it didn't feel good. She pulled me in and I nodded my head in denial.
- Come on, honey, please! - She stared at me.
I gave up and gave in. I walked behind the gentleman who had just spoken, and my eyes ran to my father. He was lying in a black coffin, his eyes closed. His face was peaceful, there was no blood or pain.
- Daddy," I called in a low voice, almost in a whisper. - Daddy... - I called again, not sure if my voice came out this time.
- You just need to say goodbye, sweetheart. - Summer looked at me with big brown eyes.
- I don't want to say goodbye. - I looked up at her pleadingly.
- Don't make this difficult. - He held his lips in a thin line, clearly losing patience.
- No," I shouted, causing a few people around me to turn to me. - Daddy, wake up! Let's go home! - I tried to shake him off. My hands were blocked. - Let me go! - I looked up, as Matthew held me. - Please, Matthew! - I pleaded. Tears streamed down my face.
- I'm sorry, Nicole. - He didn't even look me in the eye. They started to lower the coffin. I panicked. How could they have put him there? - Daddy! Come out of there! Daddy, please get up!
I managed to get loose and reach the coffin. Sobs came out of my mouth. Matthew grabbed me again and put me on his shoulders, I hit him. I screamed, but it was no use, he was taking me away from my father.
- Please, Matthew, call Madeleine! She'll get my father out of there!
- I'm sorry Nicole," I heard him whisper. - I'm so sorry.
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