Her Secret (Open)

Scott found himself sitting down on the edge of the bathtub, his hands shaking. He wanted to hurt her, wanted to fuck her again, right here with Amber staring at both of them. This anger swallowed up everything, even his soul. He thought of what she had said, about his mother, and it overwhelmed.

But, she was right. Wasn't she? Some part of him thought so. What was he doing to them both? He wanted to hurt them, wanted to make them fear him. That is what a woman does, that is what she is for.

His mother never showed him that. His mother never...

But his father.

He couldn't stop himself from shaking.

"Just help her," He said, unsure what to do. He didn't like seeing Amber like this. He didn't like her on the floor, crying. She shouldn't be crying. It reminded him of things, of himself, crying and bleeding, wondering what he did to provide such a touch.

"He shouldn't have touched me... he never should have touched me. I like girls. I love girls, I love fucking girls. You've seen me, haven't you? Both of you, you've seen me when I fuck. You know I like girls. I don't like guys... I don't like guys at all."
 
Ginny could feel the intense rage filling Scott's soul as his hands shook uncontrollably. She was beginning to fear him again and she didn't want him to sense it so she busied herself with tending to Amber. She washed her up good and then gave her some pain relief medication that would take down the swelling as well.

"There you go sweetie" She looked at her naked friend and nodded. She would get her some clothes to wear. Something soft and comfortable. She stood up again and went into her bedroom but glanced back making sure that Scott wouldn't hurt her again. "I'll be right back Amber" Rummaging through her drawers she picked out a pair of sweatpants and top. Even though it was hot outside she didn't think Amber wanted to expose the bruises on her legs so thats why she brought out the pants. She quickly returned and then helped her dress. "Why don't you sleep in my room for awhile. You need to rest. Please don't go home. I want you to stay. There are stil more people coming to the party outside. If you want I can come and get you before the fireworks"

She then listened to what Scott was saying and turned to look at him. "You are right Scott, your father never should have touched you the way he did. He had no right to violate you like that. What he did really messed you up. I think you need some therapy. You have alot of issues that need to be worked out. You are holding deep anger and resentment inside. I am afraid that if you don't get the help you need that you will end up either killing yourself or killing somebody else"

How could she be concerned with his welfare after all that he did to her and Amber? Why was she so forgiving? She didn't understand it herself really. And just why was she so attracted to him for? She couldn't help the fact that she desired him. Was she just as sick and twisted as he was?

Turning back to Amber she helped her up and walked her over to the bed. "I won't be far, if you need anything call my cell. I will have it with me at all times" She placed a kiss on her face and smiled down at her...
 
Amber just sat there through it all letting Ginny take care of her. When she helped her put on the pants and top every movement hurt but the pills she had taken were slowly dulling it all, her mind was starting to feel kind of hazy but it scared her, not being in complete control, what if he made good on his threat to take her one more time, she would be even more helpless under the influence of the pain killers.

"Why don't you sleep in my room for awhile. You need to rest. Please don't go home. I want you to stay. There are stil more people coming to the party outside. If you want I can come and get you before the fireworks"

Before amber could even tell her no Ginny was talking to Scott, how could she be so nice to him, why would she even bother caring if he had a hard childhood, no matter what happened to him there was not excuse for what he had done to her, none what so ever.

Amber held on to Ginny when she guided ehr over to the bed to lay down, barely able to hold her eyes open they were so heavy from the pain killers and swollen from all of the crying she had done.

"I won't be far, if you need anything call my cell. I will have it with me at all times"

At that Ginny placed a kiss on my face and smiled warmly at Amber.

"Could you take him with you, don't let him near me again, Ginny promise me, you have to get him away from me before he........" before she could finish her sentence she had drifted off into sleep.

Her dreams were tormented and troubled, Amber thrashed around unaware of it in her drug indused haze.
 
Ginny nodded. "I will take him with me Amber. You just sleep now" she watched as her friend suddenly drifted off to a deep sleep. The pain pills took hold rather quickly. After tucking her into bed she stood back up again and faced Scott. "Come on, lets go. You stay away from her and out of my room" she said in an assertive voice.

Turning the light off she closed the door and walked down the steps with Scott following. "We are going to join the party again and I want you to behave yourself" She was talking to him as if she were his mother, berating him for his naughty behavior. "You will stay in my eyesight and if you even go close to her tonight I will call the police. Do you understand me Scott? I am serious about this"

Ginny went into the kitchen and began to make herself a drink. She noticed that Scott was following suit and making himself one as well. She didn't know how alcohol would affect his moods so she didn't really think twice about it. "Come on, lets sit outside. It looks as though they got a bonfire going and are making S'mores before the fireworks"

Ginny really didn't know why she was being so nice to him. Yes, she was furious at what he had done and she would never be able to forgive him for what happened, but there was a part of her that wanted to take care of him, to "cure" him of his damaged emotional state. Too bad she didn't realize that he would never change and perhaps as time went on, he would only get worse...
 
Scott

Scott felt stiff, robotic. He did what he was told, moving his joints and muscles with great effort, struggling to get to where he is supposed to go. He followed Ginny outside, and then inside, and then back out once more. He spoke only when someone spoke to him first, and he never even noticed the drink in his hand.

Or that he made the exact same drink he made for his father, day in and day out, all those years ago. He had to make it just right, not too much soda, double shot of rum. If it wasn't perfect, Scott would know. His father would make him know.

So, he sat there, drinking his father's drink, in his father's mindset, his hands coming down to Ginny's touching up against her shoulders. Thoughts, thoughts which were his fathers crawling into him. Boring into his heart, his soul, making next and telling him what to do.

And Scott, he just listened. His eyes grew droopy, and he listened to the words of his father, wanting so much to please him.

His fingers were light, teasing on Ginny's skin, as he looked down at her, "You do look beautiful tonight."

His father told him to say that to her. His father would tell him the right thing to say. Scott trusted his father.
 
David

He had spent the last half hour looking for Amber. He checked all outside, in the house, even in the front where some people had gathered, saying goodbye and talking of last minute vacation ideas.

Her car was still here. He hoped she hadn't gone home, not after what happened.

He had a plate of cheese cake, and punch for her. Good punch, spiked with some nice rum. She would love it, it would be delicious. It was big enough for them both to share.

But, she wasn't here. Anyone he talked to told him they hadn't seen her in a while. Could she have walked home, or taken a cab? But that didn't make any sense.

Finally, he found himself going upstairs to see if her stuff was still there, and found her asleep on the bed. She looked so cute, lying there, head resting on the pillow. He sighed, happy to see her.

Closing the door behind him, he set the cheesecake and punch down on the table, and kissed her cheek. She looked too good not to be kissed. She seemed to shy away from his touch, fitful.

She must be having a dream, and not a pleasent one by the look of it.

"Amber," He whispered, kissing her again, harder this time. His lips easily, delicate, pursing her own as he brought her head up to him.

"Wake up, you're about to miss the Fourth. Fireworks will be going off any second. What areyou doing up here asleep?"
 
In her half alseep state Amber moved away from the contact, thrashing in her sleep, was it him had he come back?

"Amber,"

Hearing her name through a haze she pulled even further away, then she felt the kiss again, soft yet firm, sweet yet demanding.

"Wake up, you're about to miss the Fourth. Fireworks will be going off any second. What areyou doing up here asleep?"

trying to shake the haze and drugs from her mind so she could respond to what her mind was telling her was someone concerned about her. Was it Davids voice, had he come to check on her??

Without thoughts to what he would see Amber pulled hre arms out from under the blanket, to rub her eyes trying to clear them.

She had not know that her shirt had ridden up both baring her and the fresh marks all over her arms, stomach and back.

She heard the sharp intake of breath and wonder why he was responding to her in such a way, after all she had barely even moved.

Slowly opeing her eyes she blinked up seeing a shocked and almost disgusted look on David's face, it seemed as if perhaps he was angry, but at what??

"David, what are you up here, Ginny told me to lay down and she would come get me, did she send you lokking for me?"
 
He just sat, mezmerized at her body. At first he didn't understand, what could have happened to her to cause such cuts and bruises. She spoke to him, but once he looked at her his mind tuned it all out, nothing but what he saw could be registered.

His hands came out, shaking, gliding along a set of nails raking her side. They matched his hand, and then he realized what had happened. He'd left her before he had saw what he did. Tying her up, using her body like that.

"Oh God," He looked up, he hadn't seen her since that time in the room. Had she been so weak, so hurt by him she just come up here and slept the whole time? How could he have hurt her like that, how could he have been so stupid.

"I'm sorry," He said, unsure even what to say, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean... to hurt you, to make it look like that. I didn't know. Did I hurt you? I mean, in the moment was I just too strong?"

He kneeled down, next to her, his soft hands on her skin, "We can go to the hospital, I'll tell the truth, that I just took things too far. They can help you."
 
Ginny could sense that something wasn't right with Scott. He seemed distant as if somebody else was taking over his body. She didn't know that the drink he made reflected his father, nor did she know just what was going on inside his head at the moment. All she knew was that while they were stiting together in the backyard he suddenly told her how beautiful she looked.

She glanced over at him and gave him an odd look but quickly recoverd. "Thank you Scott. What made you say that for all of a sudden?" She felt his hands upon her shoulder and she cringed slightly, still afraid of his touch. She wasn't quite sure what to do. The fireworks were about to begin in less than 30 minutes and the majority of the people at the party were on their way to being rather drunk. Music was being played loudly and the fire in the pit was blazing quite high. It was a nice warm night out and the sky was clear. You could see many bright stars illuminating the darkness. It was a perfect night and Ginny wanted it to stay that way.

She couldn't help but be afraid for Amber. She wasn't sure if her friend would be able to recover from such brutality. She sighed and hoped that no more violence would occur tonight but suddenly when she glanced back over at Scott she noticed how rapidly he was drinking the alcohol and how his hands trembled.

"Scott, are you okay? Whats wrong?"...
 
"Nothing is wrong, why would anything be wrong?" He asked, his hands running down her smooth skin, remembering how she felt that first night. She had been so scared, she had trembled for him. He liked that, the way she trembled. He wanted to scare her again so he could hold her and make it all right.

"Can't I just say you are beautiful, and I like you, can't I say you were right up there in the bathroom? Can't I admit I was wrong? Maybe I am fucked up... maybe I need some help?"

He stared down at his drink, his lower lip coming out, on the verge of something, not tears exactly, but on the verge of something. His father told him to do this, to say these words, to make her feel vulnerable, emotional. He would catch her, the way he caught so many women in his trap.

"Can you help me, Ginny? Let's go somewhere, I want you to help me. I don't trust anyone but you. Remember, how good it felt, that one time? I remember, I remember how good you felt..."

Trembling for him, trembling so he could touch her, hold her, make her feel like a woman, and he a man. His hot seed running down her legs.

"Let's go... let's go somewhere, alone."
 
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"Oh God," He looked up, he hadn't seen her since that time in the room. Had she been so weak, so hurt by him she just come up here and slept the whole time? How could he have hurt her like that, how could he have been so stupid.

"I'm sorry," He said, unsure even what to say, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean... to hurt you, to make it look like that. I didn't know. Did I hurt you? I mean, in the moment was I just too strong?"

He kneeled down, next to her, his soft hands on her skin, "We can go to the hospital, I'll tell the truth, that I just took things too far. They can help you."

It took a few minutes for what he was saying to sink in, and then it hit Amber like a ton of bricks, David had thought he had beaten her this badly earlier when they had been having sex, he thought himslef capable of such brutality.

Her mind screamed in defiance she couldn't let him thin htis was his fault, couldn't let him believe he was this type of person, and the hospital, they would know right away what had happened they would try and get her to say something, something that wasn't true.

But could she tell the truth, would Ginny forgive her if she told David what had happened to the two of them, or perhaps she could just tell him her experience, what Scott had done to her.

Reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair back off his forhead she smiled at him weakly, trying to get it together, not wanting to let the painkillers drag her back in to sleep.

"oh David this is not your fault and don't think it is, I mean in away yes, but could you have known, how could who have believed it possible, you couldn't have, this is not your fault, I admit I blamed you at first but i know that you didn't do it intentially"

Amber knew she was rambling and probably not getting her point across preporly but it was so had to form a conherent thought let alone convaey something so deep and tragic, when her mind was less her own then her body had been mere hours ago.
 
Ginny couldn't believe it when Scott suddenly suggested that they go someplace private, to be alone again. Her face went white and she stared at him wide eyed. She was suddenly afraid. He wanted to get her alone, far, far away from civilization just like the night he raped her. He was acting funny now and that same fear rose up in her body. Something in the back of her mind told her not to trust him. He would hurt her again. She felt nausea rising up in her gut and she slowly began to shake her head no..

"Scott, you do need help. You need therapy and I'd like to help you but I don't think its a good idea for us to go someplace alone. It's too dark outside and the fireworks are about ready to start. I..I..I don't think it's a good idea to be alone with you right now"

He was nearly done with his drink and it appeared as though he wanted another one. He was acting so damn strangely, almost as if another personality was coming out. Memories of that night flooded her mind and she wanted to get up and run but her muscles wouldn't move. She began to frantically look around and watched how all the guests were laughing and having a good time having no idea about all the anguish that was going on in their little corner of the yard.

"Please Scott, lets just stay around the people tonight. Okay?" She rested her hand upon his arm and looked at him with a plea in her eyes..
 
David

He took her into his arms. He didn't want to, he wanted to step away from her, to recoil in horror, but her words brought him forth, made him hug her, caressed her poor bruised skin, spoke soft whispers upon her ears.

She just needed to calm down, she was not speaking clearly, the words getting all jumbled together. He knew the ideas behind them, he could understand. He had taken things too far, it was his fault, but because they were in the heat of the moment things were ok.

They weren't though, nothing was ok in the heat of the moment if it meant doing this to her.

He helped her up, and then got some clothes out of her little overnight bag.

"We'll go to the hospital. If they ask questions I will just tell them the truth. It is ok hun. Believe me when I say, this is ok. I just want to see you get better. I'll do whatever I can to make you feel better."
 
Scott

"Is that right, out here with all of these people?" Scott didn't know, he glanced around. Most were sitting and talking with each other, and there was a tentative look up to the sky, hoping to see the first splash of crackled fire on the horizon.

No one was paying them much attention. That fatherly voice in his head whispered such delightful words, telling him what to do, how to do it. Scott, in his drunken state, could only obey.

He grabbed her arm, yanking it, standing up and throwing her down upon the lounge chair he was on. It laid like a nice small bed, and her form fit on it perfectly. He was atop of her in an instant, his vice grip holding her arms up over her head, his body writhing, grinding into hers with a sickish lust.

"With all of these people, you are a sick little whore, aren't you?" He whispered, as the first firework shot out into the air, and burst forth. It looked fantastic, beautiful up in the sky. Everybody oohed, and watched now as the night came alive.

Except for Scott, looking down at her, grabbing a blanket from the ground and throwing it over them as he pulled down his own pants, taking his thick cock out, rubbing it all over her, wherever he could.

"I've never done it with so many people around. This is going to be fun. You need to be quiet hun..."

He whispered a hush upon her lips, as his cock ground into her pussy, "Quiet..."
 
poohlive said:
"We'll go to the hospital. If they ask questions I will just tell them the truth. It is ok hun. Believe me when I say, this is ok. I just want to see you get better. I'll do whatever I can to make you feel better."

At the mention of the hospital Amber snapped a little more out of the haze, she blinked at him, sitting up she watched as he grabbed her some clothes out of her over night bad.

with as much force as she could muster "David STOP, you don't understand, you did not do THIS to me." she said pointing at the, marks on her arms and the cut on her lip.

"Oh god I don't know if I can tell you, I don't know you well understand." Amber let out a sigh.

Looking down she put her hands up to her face and started crying, how could she tell him, it was Ginny's secret to, she couldn't be the one to break her silence. But part of her needed him to know, needed him to understand that this was not his fault, that he hadn't hurt her.

Her shoulders slumped as she sat there crying in her hands.

"Please David" she said inbetween sobs "can you just hold me"
 
"It's ok... it's ok," He sait, climbing up into the bed with her, holding her tight. Of course he would hold her, he would sit here and caress her and keep his arms clasped tightly around her. He didn't understand, why would his rough hands that hurt her so be so comforting around her.

Yet they did, and because of him hurting her so much, he only wanted to help her now. He sat up in the bed, holding her so close to him, making sure she was as comfortable as possible.

"I like you so much," He said, "I've had a crush on you for so long. I used to sneak peaks of you whenever you used to come over and spend the night. I hoped one night you would notice me, looking through the crack in the door, or glancing around the corner, and maybe we'd share a moment of fantasy. But it never happened... and I was so happy when we started playing flirting, things got so hot and heavy. You are so amazing, and I am so sorry I screwed it up. I am... please, I didn't mean to hurt you so bad. I know you don't understand, but I didn't want to hurt you. I only wanted to make love to you."
 
She curled into him, wondering how much of the truth was to much, sge wasn't a slut and she didn't want him to think that she was but Amber couldn't let him think he hurt her. It was all to much, sparing him, keeping Ginny's secret, trying to fix a relationship that has yet to begin.

"I'm so sorry David, I never would have, I mean if I'd known how you felt, i wanted you so much. I finally get you and afterwards you leave me standing there to chase Ginny as if I was a mistake, of no consequence, i felt used and cheap. But still i never should have."

Amber could not lookk him in the eye as she lied to him, covering up for Ginny and Scott, coveing up for a rapist, but what else could she do, Ginny was like a sister to her and she didn't want David taking matters into his own hands, she had to protect them both even if it meant lossing David.

"Scott did this, he watched us and when you chased after Ginny, he followed me in here, I was going to get dressed and leave but he wanted to talk, and then he wanted to show me what it was truly like to be dominated." she looked to the side a tear running down her cheek.

"i didn't mean for it to happen it was just that I was mad, you left me and i felt used and disreguarded, I didn't think you wanted me, wanted there to be an us, and he was there, and he was offering me something I was not sure I wanted, I'm still not sure that I did, but it happened and I am sorry but I can't take it back now."

Amber wasn't sure what he would do but she told him as close to the truth as she deared it was up to him to decide whether he could get past it or not.
 
Ginny was caught off guard when Scott suddenly pulled on her arm forcing her up and then forcing her down upon the lounge chair. She let out a yelp but remembered that she had to be quiet or he would hurt her.

In a hushed tone she said, "I didnt' mean for us to be together out in the open like this in front of everybody. I meant that we shouldn't be together at all. We should just watch the fireworks like everybody else is doing. I don't want to have sex with you like this" She started to struggle. Not again. He was going to rape her again.

When his face came down close to hers she could smell the alcohol and she feared that the liquor was drowning his sense of reason. He could potentially become violent. Her eyes scanned the backyard. She was just mere feet away from her family and friends. If she just cried out they would help her.

He was pulling his pants down and she could feel his hardened cock rubbing all over her. His pre-cum leaving a sticky trail upon her skin. "Please Scott, not here, not now. I just want to watch the fireworks!" She suddenly exclaimed louder than she wanted to...
 
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David

He felt numb, all over. The words she spoke to him, they were empty, hollow, hitting him deep down in his chest. He had never wanted that, never could have imagined it.

Is that what happened? When he went down to talk to Ginny, try and explain things to her, and fuck her against the washing machine, Scott was up here, showing her what it was really like to be dominated.

"Oh God, Amber, I'm so sorry," He said, holding her, hugging her tight. He didn't know what do to, he wanted to go and hit Scott, but there was no reason. Scott didn't rape her, he didn't hurt her, at least not anything she didn't want to happen. He was just jealous, that Scott could do things better than him.

Did she like Scott more, did she want him?

"It's ok... you don't have to feel sorry. That is what you want," He said, unsure what to say, knowing it was all his fault, "I just... I'm not good with these sorts of things. It looks like Scott is. I hope you.... enjoyed yourself with him. I hope he gave you something that I couldn't."

And what does he do now?

"I won't stop you if you want to be with Scott. I mean, he is a great guy. You two should be together if you like each other. I mean, we had a good time, and I like you, but I made a mistake, a big mistake, and I know Scott would never do that to you. I am sorry."
 
Scott

His hand rammed itself against her mouth, like a slap that just stay there.

"You be fucking quiet," He said, so drunk now he could not see clearly. His vision blurred and doubled, his breath smelled of too much liquor, but he did not stop. His cock was fresh and vibrant, sawing deep into her with the hard motions, rocking into her body, forcing her to take it.

"Just like my father," He said, kissing down the side of her face, "You wanted to help me with my father, didn't you? Now you're helping me. We can both get back at my father, using your fucking cunt. That's therapy, isn't it? You just lay back and let me heal, you fucking whore."

He was whispering such hard words against her ear, as his tongue came out, to lick against her. One person might have noticed them, but with the blanket over them, it was just two people making out under the fireworks. Cute and romantic.

No one realized she was being raped surrounded by all of her friends and family.
 
Amber could not believe waht was happening, be with Scott was David sick, that would never happen, give her what she wanted not likely.

She could feel his arms around her holding her as he should have earlier in the day, after they had been together, but instead they had this big lie, well half truth between them and she could not fix it.

"Oh David I don't want Scott it was all a big mistake things went to far, he did things things I would never ask to have done, but at the time I just felt like I there was no way I could say no, like it was punishment for not being good enough for you. For even suggesting or allowing anything to happen between me and Scott."

Amber let her shoulders slump as she shuddered with the memory of what happend, of asking her best friend to take that sick fuck away from her putting her back in danger. Then it hit her, oh god where were they was Ginny safe, was Scott hurting her even now. Amber did not know but she was not sure she had the strength or will to go find out.

Tears streamed down Ambers face as she held onto David's arms that were wrapped around her, comforting her even after what she had just said.

"David can you ever forgive me, can you ever look past what i did tonight?"
 
Ginny knew that Scott was not going to stop, that he would take her regardless of what she said or did. He wanted to be in control and he would stop at nothing to remain that way. His hand was now over her mouth and she looked at his face as his cock drilled into her body. He was penetrating her roughly which caused little gasps to escape her mouth. Nobody was rescuing her. The party was going on around them but still nobody noticed. She felt a sinking feeling and humiliation overtook her.

His words cut deep into her and even when he finally took his hand off her mouth she remained silent, too afraid to yell or scream. Tears slowly fell down her cheeks and she stiffened when his hot tongue came down to lick them up. Still, she didn't struggle. Instead she just allowed him to dominate her. Maybe in the darkest of her mind she was enjoying this. Maybe, it's something that she needs and craves. She didn't understand it when she did the next move.

She brought her hands around his neck and placed her lips firmly against his and began to kiss him deeply. She was so ashamed that more tears fell down from her eyes...
 
David

"Forgive you?" He didn't understand. He didn't know what to think anymore. He was guilty for himself, angry at Scott, and now he felt sorry for Amber and everything she went through. Not to mention what he felt for his own sister, which was in and of itself complicated.

"You slept with him because you wanted to punish yourself?" Did that make any sense? He didn't understand why she would do that. Did she have a reason to punish herself? He was scared and left for Amber as soon as they were done, but he didn't want Amber to get the wrong idea, or for them to be hurt over this. Amber thought that made her inadequate.

"Why punish yourself though? And why use my best friend to do it? I am sorry I didn't stay with you, but my sister.. I thought..."

And now he was going to lie too. He wanted to be honest with her and tell her everything, but he knew whatever he said passed this point would be a lie.

"I forgive you," He said, unsure why he was doing it, why she even needed comfort from him, "I'll do whatever I can. I am sorry, I should have stayed with you. I don't do these kinds of things very well. I didn't know what I was doing... Scott obviously does."

Did she enjoy it, all of those bruises? Some women did, when they were dominated, some women enjoyed blood and bruises.

"Why did you let him hurt you so? Why did he have to punish you so much? It looks like he almost killed you."
 
Scott

He expected her to do a lot of things, even anticipated some of them. Resistance, or a general numbing of her body. He expected her to fight again, push him off, maybe even scream out to the people around her.

But she leaned in, and kissed him.

Scott didn't know what to do. He paused, his lips against hers. He thought of many different scenarios, but this was not one of them. She was kissing him, kissing him deep and full and wrapping her arms around him.

He didn't know why, but he embraced that kiss. He kissed back, full and hard. Not forceful, not like anything else he did, but with passion, with encouragement. His cock no longer forced its way into her. He eased his movements, he began a rolling of his hips, plunging into her depths, and then feeling her as he left once more.

It was a softer gentler pace, one that he felt more excited about immediately. His cock, rigid and throbbing, pressed deep into her, loving the feeling of her slick walls trying to grip him.

The voice of his father went away, a drunken voice that drowned out with all the rest. He moved his arms up, along her sides, running them through her hair as he kissed her some more.

He even teased her, nibbling against her lips and licking them.
 
I'll do whatever I can. I am sorry, I should have stayed with you. I don't do these kinds of things very well. I didn't know what I was doing... Scott obviously does."

Amber shuddered at the thought of him thinking this was what she wanted, that she liked to be beaten and battered, used and degraded like a cheap common whore. she almost told him almost broke her silence.

In a very small voice one he probably didn't even hear she said. "It wasn't like that, I never...."

"Why did you let him hurt you so? Why did he have to punish you so much? It looks like he almost killed you."

He didn't understand and he never would because she would never tell him the truth, could never tell him the truth, his secret she would keep for Ginny.

"Like i said it got out of hand, and before I knew it, well i was hurt and bleeding and he was not stopping, and then he ws telling me he was sorry that he would clean me up, but I didn't want him to touch me."

Amber sighed deeply getting to close to the truth now.

"I knew it was a mistake right after it started i just didn't know how to make him stop, did know if i could."

She looked away from him, tears streamig down her face once more. The pain more then she could bare but the secret ate away at her soul. She wasn't sure she would be able to keep it forever, but for Ginny she would try.

"David can we stop talking about it please, I don't want to think about, can you please lay down with me, and just." she let out a sigh "hold me."
 
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