Untamed

Imagine the most important thing you have being ripped away from you. Then the people you love and depend on leaving and betraying you. Now imagine, in your most vulnerable state, someone enters your life, and makes everything worse........
Young Shay is on the brink of discovering the power of the female body, but confounded by the sometimes unsavoury repercussions. She is also an infamous anomaly blazing a path of destruction through a small town, bringing shame to her home and ill repute to her own name. The source of her internal trauma; the most malicious and sexually depraved man you can envision.
She is preyed upon until her fear causes her to push any possible help away, and drives her into a state of depression and suicidal behaviour. Then a hero emerges offering sanctuary; but what he doesn't know, is that she has become so tainted by her environment that even when removed from it she is the most destructive force to herself and those around her.

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4. Untamed

Chapter 4

Can I help with anything?

You can help the others clear out upstairs, he says not looking at me.

I walk into his line of sight. The guys downstairs start whistling and hollering lewd comments. I push my hands back in my sleeves and tell him I’m sorry.

What the hell do you think you’re doing? He finally asks.

Testing to see if you’re gay, I laugh.

Well I’m not, he says.

I know, I almost gave you an erection huh?

This.......conversation is highly inappropriate.

Relax John, I’m not gonna report you for looking at my boobs.

Well then I guess that’s good....You know, these guys are only gonna keep hitting on you if you keep showing up looking like....that.

They’re gonna do it no matter what I wear, they’re pervs. That’s just the way guys are.

You think all men are pervs?

Most.

Well most just react to what they see.

What about you?

I certainly do. I’ve got to check on your colleagues. Why don’t you play me until I get back?

Okay, I say.

I made small talk with the offenders until Cameron came around the corner a few minutes later.

Been looking for you.

What for?

What you doing later?

Faking being grounded.

My boy Ocho’s having a party you should come. I think you’ll like it.

 

Where the heck were you? You should have been here 45 minutes ago.

Look at this clown, I’d walked in the door two minutes and he was already trying to pick a fight with me.

I had to stay back and talk to the probation officer. Is that a crime?

Don’t get smart with me, he says.

Whatever Wesley, I say walking past him.

You make it to that room I’m gonna have to come in there and get you, he says.

What do you want Wesley? I ask impatiently.

Are you tryna avoid me? He asks walking up to me. Hm? That’s stupid we live in the same house.

Having him stand so close to me reminds me how much bigger he is than me, how hard his grip was to get out of. He touches my face with the back of his hand. He starts playing with my hair. His breathing starts to get rough and I tried hard to act like I wasn’t being affected by him. He brushes his hand over my breasts causing me to move back.

He takes my head in his hands and puts his lips close to my ear.

I want your lips around my cock, he whispers.

No, I say trying to pull away from him.

He presses his body against mine, pinning me to the wall. He put my hands between his legs so I could feel him rising.

Shhhh, he says putting his finger against my lips.

He hooks his fingers into the waist of my pants and pulls me even closer. He inhales the scent of my hair. He starts kissing me on my neck and I start pushing against his abdomen struggling to put some space between us.

Then we heard Bell come in. She’d just come from the supermarket and was carrying two grocery bags. He immediately pulls away from me.

You two I’ve been calling your names for the last three minutes come outside and help me with the groceries, I’ve gotta get dinner started, she says walking into the kitchen.

Sure honey, he says looking at me before walking outside.

As soon as he left I hurried into my room and shut the door. I was shaking, not just from fear but from anger.Why did I let him do that to me? God I was so stupid. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t so I smashed a few things instead. Then I started crying. I hated this but I couldn’t stop it. There was no way I could stay here tonight; no way I was gonna risk the chance of him coming in here to finish what he started.

My plan was to blow Cameron off but not anymore. As soon as they both closed their eyes I was out of here.

When I arrived at the house he was seated on the hood of an old car out front.

It took you long enough to get here, he says hopping off and meeting me in the middle of the street.

You suck at giving directions, I say.

Come on, he says walking back to the yard and up the short steps to the door.

I’d never been to this part of town before. Everyone else on this street was already indoors, and the crowd here seemed much older than Cameron and I. Predominantly male, and most were either smoking or drinking. Being here gave me the creeps but I wasn’t gonna act like some scared little girl, especially not in front of Cameron. That was all he needed to start preying on me.

He introduced me to his boy before handing me a bottle. I wasn’t gonna front I needed it. We talked a little while; he told me he was from Michigan. His mom sent him to stay with his uncle because he kept getting into trouble out there. How ironic that he got busted doing some crap out here. We both agreed this town was lame, it’s not our fault there wasn’t shit to do but get in trouble.

I liked Cameron because in that regard we were alike. I didn’t have to justify my actions to him because he already understood. We traded tattoos and piercings stories. I had three tattoos and three piercings excluding the two on each ear. He had six tats and four piercings including the two in his ears. He could only see one of mines and was curious to know about the other two. If I had told him I’m sure he wouldn’t have given up until he saw it with his own eyes.

So what did you think I would like about this party? I asked.

This, he says opening his hand.

In his palm there were two small pills.

Try it, he urges.

What is it? I ask.

The most amazing high you’ll ever get in your life.

No thanks, I’m not a junkie.

It’s not addictive, it’s just a party drug don’t be such a chicken.

You take it.

 Without hesitation he pops one and offers the other to me again.

You’ll forget all your problems even exist, I promise.

Fine, I say taking it and tossing it down my throat.

I sat and waited, sipping on my alcohol.

So much for the greatest high ever this crap is bogus.

Just wait, he says.

So I gave it some more time. And as I waited the music got louder, the colours seemed brighter, the people moved faster.

This shit is amateur, I say.

And you’re not a junkie?

I smile before taking another mouthful of beer.

So how come you don’t got a man? He asks.

Haven’t found the right one yet, chances of that happening in this town is next to zero.

What do you do for sex?

Nothing.

You a virgin?

That’s none of your business.

How much I gotta pay to hit it? I mean what do I gotta do?

It’s so hot in here, I say pulling at the neck of my blouse and ignoring his rudeness.

Yeah, he agrees fanning himself.

I lean back against the couch and relax for a while. When I open my eyes again the room seems....I don’t know.....alive, like...hard to explain. It excited me, the music was so hypnotic. I got up and joined the other people dancing.

Dance with me, I say to Cameron.

He sucks in his bottom lip and quickly gets up to join me. I take off my jacket; it felt like someone had turned up the heat. We got a few stares as we danced closer; nods of appreciation, gazes of wonton lust, looks of envy. I enjoyed putting on a show for them. I could feel my adrenaline pumping. Cameron put his hands on me, on my booty. I felt so hot, I wanted him to touch me.

Take me somewhere we can be alone, I whisper to him.

He smiles then grabs my hand and leads me away from the crowd.

That was the last thing I remembered. I woke up the next morning; my tongue felt heavy, swollen and I could feel something in my mouth. I opened my eyes and got up and went to the bathroom. I spit into the sink and there was blood, but I could still feel something small and round in my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and looked in the mirror.

Oh my God!

What’s wrong with you? My mother asks standing out in the hall and looking in the open door.

Nothing, I say pulling it back in.

What time did you get in last night? She asks crossing her arms.

Oh shit time, crap! I’m gonna be late for community service! I say running out of the bathroom.

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