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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8. Untamed

 

Chapter 8

We sat in Ocho’s car parked a little way from my house. We’d been playing a game of truth or dare on our way here and since he kept daring me to take my top off I started choosing truth.

Have you ever thought about us having sex? He asks.

No, I reply.

Why not?

Cameron....those just aren't the kind of thoughts I have, about anyone.

Yeah right, he says brushing me off.

No really, I say.

Not even D’Andre? He asks.

What?

Who is he?

How do you even know that I know him? I ask confused.

That night you got high, you kissed me on the mouth and called me his name. Then you hugged me and started crying, and you kept saying you were sorry. What did you do to him anyway? Guess it must be something pretty bad huh? He asks when I don’t respond.

He thinks so, I say.

Ex?

Not even close.

Dude got you Jonesing girl.

Not anymore. Shit, that’s my stepdad’s car I gotta go, I say unbuckling my seat belt. If he gets home before me he’s gonna make a scene.

I left Cameron and cut across the neighbour’s lawn and sprinted all the way to the house. I got in the back just as he was opening the front door and sneaked up to my room.

 

My skin seemed to tingle as his brown eyes skimmed over it. The sun came through the blinds and shone on his beautiful face. His perfect lips turned up into a smile and melted my heart. He took a few steps towards me and I swear with each step, he took my breath away. Now he was standing right in front of me, I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.

Shhh, he said before he dipped his head and put his lips on mine.

I closed my eyes and let him kiss me, slow and sweet.

You’re beautiful; he says taking his lips away.

I wanted to return the compliment but by now my insides were mush. He stepped back and removed his tank top exposing his awesome body. I had no choice but to sit on the bed because my knees were so weak. Soon he was sitting next to me and we were kissing again. Slowly I allowed him to lay me back on the bed. I squeezed his muscular arms as he kissed my neck. His body on mine was the best thing I ever felt. His scent enveloped me and his touch set my skin on fire.

Close your eyes, he whispered.

I readily did as he commanded. He grabbed onto my hips and started kissing me more aggressively. The animal inside of him took control and I could feel his desire.  I grabbed onto his long hair in anticipation as he unzipped my pants. I wanted this...but........something was wrong.

I opened my eyes and immediately a hand clamped down over my mouth. My eyes were wide with confusion, but it didn't take long for me to grasp what was going on. My arms were pinned between us; I shook my head violently trying to get his hand away from my face. I bit down on the palm of his hand and he eased up just enough for me to get my hands free.

Get off me! I say angrily pushing him away.

He grabbed my arms and pushed me back down on the bed as I tried to get up.

I started screaming as he got back on top of me. He yelled at me to shut up and then covered my mouth with his hand again. I struggled to get away as he started pawing at my clothes. Hearing the fabric of my dress rip triggered an alarm in my head. I had to get away from him. I fought hard enough until I could slip out from under him and ended up on the floor, but before I could get up to run away he had me by my hair and was trying to pull me back.This had made me consider chopping it off more than once. He had me on my knees with his arms around my waist now, the most threatening position. I could hear him fiddling with his pants now.

No stop! I yell. No! No!

How many times did I have to say it before he got it? I was on the verge of crying when he started raising my dress, but in this game crying wasn't allowed. It only made me seem weaker and fed his dominance. But shit I was weak, I was tired of doing this with him, so I couldn't help it when the tears started falling from my eyes.

I kept fighting even though I wanted to give up. I heard the sound of them being ripped away; panic flooded me and I twisted my body as far as I could and sent my elbow into his chest.

I was on my feet in seconds when he let me go, but he was fast and I knew I couldn't make it to the door in time. Without thinking I leaped and then jumped through the open window. I twisted my ankle first as I hit the ground. I grabbed my knee as I rolled around in pain. I screamed in physical and emotional anguish. I saw the lights in my bedroom come on.

Mom was in there now and I could hear him telling her a story about him catching me sneaking back in through my window. And how I slipped and lost my balance, like that made any sense. I had never attempted to sneak in through my bedroom window why would I start now? She looked down at me from the window as he continued with his creative version of what happened.

I started getting up but the pain in my ankle made me fall again. I cursed in agony.

Don’t worry I’ll get her, I hear him say.

No, leave her, she cuts in. If she wants to run wild in the night then let her, lock the doors, she says moving away from the window.

I got up and limped away on my sore ankle until I reached Ms. Lumet’s back yard. I had cried all the way here, not because my mother did nothing while her boyfriend kept trying to rape me, but because I was frustrated. I needed a new life and I needed it yesterday.

I sat barely shielded from the cold of the night behind the giant oak tree. This was the closest thing to safety out here since I couldn't get it in my own home. A strong gust of wind blew some of its leaves down on me. I tried to pull my dress over my legs but there just wasn't enough of it. I had stopped crying by the time I got here, never did cry for long.

I laid back and tried to clear my mind. I tried not to think about how much I hated my mother and how bad I wanted to go back there and set that house on fire with them both inside. Then I started thinking about my dad. Things were so different when he was here, alive. My dad was my world and I was his....but she, she was always that mean bitter bitch deep inside.

I started having a flash back of when I was about six or seven. It was Mothers’ Day and I had come home excited to show her the picture I drew for her at school. She took it, smiled and said it was nice.

 Then Shemari walked in and she put it down and went over to ask him how his day was. When I saw it again it was on the floor, so I picked it up and took it to her. She told me to put it on the kitchen table so I did. Later that day I saw it crumpled in the trash. I couldn't stop crying.

I remember asking my father why she didn't like me. He told me that was crazy of course she liked me. He took it and ironed it out and stuck it on the refrigerator. That night when they thought I was asleep I heard him confront her about it. She said it must have got in there by accident. I didn't believe that and I could tell he didn't either. He asked her if everything was okay. She said it was fine. He told her he knew she loved me but asked her if she could just show it a little more.

Daddy was a nice man but he was so naive. Now that I’m older I just think he was in denial. He was quiet, patient and almost submissive, it’s no surprise I never heard them have an argument once. What was surprising was that when he went to work he wore a bullet proof vest and carried a big ass gun.

He was a tall handsome man with light skin. His hair was always low cut and his eyes smiled when his lips did. He had the best smile in the world. I could think of only one other that could compete with it.

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