Page 2 of Broken Secrets

“Fine, let’s go.” And with that, we walk into the huge auditorium where orientation is being held.

Chapter 2

Dahlia

Via and I finally made it back to my house at around seven in the evening. She insisted that we stop for food before going back to my place to get ready. Maybe I won’t get so drunk with all of the greasy food that I consumed.

I live in a modern-style two-bedroom bungalow with windows that surround the whole place. When the sun shines in, it’s a breathtaking sight. The high ceilings are something that dreams are made of. Walking through the front door, my living room, dining room, and kitchen all sit off to the left. I have this huge teal couch that has the fluffiest cushions that you could ever sit on. I’m so obsessed with the color that I even bought a rug to match it. Off to the right is my collection of throw blankets, because what college girl doesn’t have a collection of those? My coffee table and end tables are a rustic grey color, and I love them. My dining table matches, although I don’t use it much.

When I bought my house, I wanted to make it my own, so I threw myself into small renovations before school started. It was a good way to pass the time. My kitchen isn’t big by any means, but it serves its purpose. I have beautiful white and grey marble countertops and rustic white cabinets. They are so high that my short ass needs a step stool to reach my shit. My first “bedroom” is off to the right. It’s not technically a bedroom because I needed an oasis. Even though my in-ground pool provides that, I needed more. I turned this room into a library, with bookshelves lining all of the walls that hold my most prized collections. When my days are dark and gloomy, I tend to turn to fictional book boyfriends. It helps to ease the ache in my chest.

“Oh, Dahlia,” Via calls, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Are you ready to get this party started, bitch?” If only she knew. I have a feeling that tonight is going to screw my world up.

“Yeah, let me hop in the shower real quick,” I call back.

“Fine, but make it quick. We need to make sure we look fine as fuck.'' See what I mean? She is absolute trouble.

“Fine, I’ll hurry,” I tell her while laughing at her antics. On the inside, I’m dying just a little, and I desperately need to do something to take away the ache in my chest. Doing the only thing that will help me, I grab my faux pink makeup bag that houses the razor blades. I keep it tucked deep in the back of my bathroom cabinet. It’s stuffed to the brim with tampons, just in case anyone decides to be nosey. It’s imperative that I hide my secret from everyone. So I’ll do what I have to do.

I take out my most-used razor blade and turn on the shower. Ensuring the water is as hot as fucking possible, I climb in, making sure the blade is secured in my grasp—it'd be a goddamn shame if I slipped and fucked myself up. Stepping under the water it instantly scalds my skin. It feels like pins and needles, but I welcome the pain. Slowly sinking to the bottom of the tub with my blade in hand, thoughts drift to the pain that consumes me daily, feeding my addiction. The loss of the boys I loved, the loss of my grandma, who was the other half of my soul, the loss of my innocence. My hatred for the man who stole a piece of me that will never be returned floats to the surface. But he’s the reason that I started cutting to begin with. It’s been the only way to alleviate some of the pain. For a brief moment in time, it feels like I can breathe again until the euphoria wears off. Then all I’m left with is shame. Shame threatens to pull me into the deepest depths of the sea.

He was supposed to love me, but in the end, he tainted my once-pure soul with lingering touches and painful kisses. All of my firsts became his. But he took something very special away from me that wasn’t meant to be his. He ruined me for all other men when he stole my virginity. Little does he know, that wasn’t the only thing he stole from me that night. Not telling anyone broke me. The pieces of my soul that remained were shattered when he destroyed me, piece by piece.

“Please don’t do this to me,” I beg as tears steadily stream down my face, my body shaking uncontrollably. If begging will help, then that’s what I’ll do. Why did my parents have to go out of town tonight of all nights? Why did I have to fall asleep on the couch watching some stupid movie that I can’t even remember the name of now?

“Dahlia, my sweet Dahlia I’ve been waiting a long time to have you all to myself. You can scream and cry all you want, but no one is going to hear you.” He caresses my face.

"You're going to be my good girl, and I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt too bad. I know you’ve been saving yourself; all for me.” He whispers, licking the shell of my ear. But he’s wrong. I wasn’t saving anything for him. The smell of spice and whiskey fills my senses as sobs wrack my body. Hovering over me, he slightly leans up to remove my shirt. I shove at his chest, but he’s too strong for me. But I don’t stop fighting, I kick and scream but there is nothing I can do. He grabs my wrists and holds them in one hand above my head. All I can do is thrash underneath him. He lets go and slaps me across the face.

“Stay still, Little one, or I’ll make this more painful than it needs to be, or maybe I’ll slice your mother's throat, all because you couldn’t do as you were told.” I still at the thought of him hurting my mother and let him rip my white cotton panties from my body. A guttural scream leaves my lips, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Daddy is going to make you feel so good.” He groans. He’s not my fucking father. What the hell is wrong with this man? Oh god! I feel like I’m going to retch all over him. Would he stop if I did? He licks the shell of my ear, then bites the side of my jaw, licking my cheek until his mouth is on mine. My gasps and sobs give him the easy access he seems to desire. His tongue tastes of whiskey, just like I suspected. His groans fill the air as the tears continue to fall. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth…Sucking and flicking the tiny bud with his tongue in slow, languid movements. I can feel the wetness pool between my thighs from my traitorous pussy. My cries are even harder now. This isn’t right. This isn’t right at all. He lifts his head and whispers words that absolutely disgust me.

“I need to make you cum, sweet girl. I need your cunt nice and wet for my cock.” Oh god, please help me. This can’t be happening to me. He lowers his body so that his mouth is hovering over the sacred space between my legs. I try kicking him away, but there is no use. It seems like he likes my struggle anyway.

“You’re going to cum for me, Dahlia.” And then his mouth is on my pussy. His tongue slides from my entrance to my clit. “Mmmm, you taste so fucking good. Even better than I imagined.” He slowly thrusts one finger into me as his tongue continues to assault my clit.

“You’re so fucking tight, just like I knew you would be.” He continues to rut his fingers inside me, adding another while picking up his pace. His roughness hurts, but his tongue flicking my clit repeatedly causes tightening in my lower stomach. I do not want to cum for this man and I just know that I’m not going to like what happens next. He thrusts his fingers a few more times, and then he bites down on my clit and I explode, soaking him and the couch in the process. I’m disgusted with myself that I let him steal my first orgasm from me.

“Such a good fucking girl. You did so well for me, Dahlia.” Shudders wrack my body, and still, the tears continue to fall. He leans up, takes his button-up off, and fumbles with the belt that’s looped through his black slacks. There’s an evil glint in his eyes as he looks up at me while loosening his belt the rest of the way. Then he’s pulling his pants and underwear down. I’ve never seen a cock before, and he’s huge. He grabs his shaft in his hand, squeezing tightly and giving it a few strokes, then he glides his cock through my wetness. He looks down at his disgusting dick coated in my juices and smirks.,

“My cock is going to look so good coated in your virgin blood, Dahlia.” Moving back down to hover over me, he lines his cock up with my entrance. My mind is numb now. There is no fighting him off. He’ll take what he wants, and I'll be left an irrevocably broken mess.

“This is going to hurt, but I’m going to take it nice and slow for you at first,” he whispers in my ear. But I’m too far gone, and my mind has checked out. I can hear what he's saying, but I’m not fully processing it. Slowly, so slowly, he pushes into me. And God, does it hurt? It hurts so damn bad. My core is throbbing in pain. My pussy feels like it’s being ripped in half. It burns so fucking bad. And then he’s pulling out and thrusting back in a little further. He does this a few times until he is fully seated. My tears have long since dried up, but the pain that I feel in my body and soul will last a lifetime.

Panting and groaning, he says, “I knew you’d feel so good, Dahlia. You’re mine now. You’ll always be mine, and don’t you ever forget it.” Thrust…Thrust…Thrust… Deeper and harder he ruts. And then his movements become erratic and jerky.

“I’m going to fill this tight cunt up with my seed, Dahlia” he groans. I feel his cock thicken inside of me, and spurt after spurt of his warm cum coats my inner walls.

“Fuck, ugh… Fuck Fuckkkk.” He screams with a guttural roar. I just want to run and hide. My life is over. I’m dead inside, and there’s no coming back from this.

He leans up and slams his lips against mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Bile rises in the back of my throat. But I don’t move. I don’t even think I’m blinking at this point.

“You ever tell anyone about this, and I’ll fucking kill every single person that you’ve ever loved.” Shame courses through my body. All I can do is nod my agreement. Reaching down into his pants pocket, he grabs his cell phone and quickly takes a picture of what I assume is my blood and our combined releases between my thighs. In one quick movement, he slides his tongue between my sensitive folds. Looking back up at me, blood and cum coat his face. Sinister, evil, the fucking devil. This man is a monster in disguise, and he just fucking ruined my life. With that, he hops up and fixes his clothes.

“Remember what I said, Dahlia. Don’t say a fucking word about this.”

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