Page 7 of Bound By Secrets

My eyes water as the first finger is roughly shoved inside of me. The burning sensation almost makes me cringe. Every single time Fraser touches me, I’m disgusted with myself because as much as my body and my mind know I don't want this, it still reacts. My core still gets wet, even though it's not much. Fraser always notices and usually taunts me because of it.

As I'm trying to focus on blocking everything out, movement from where Cameron's sitting makes me lose my concentration. When my eyes slide over to him, I regret it instantly.

"You're sick," I spit at him, causing Connor's eyes to jerk open, side-eyeing me.

“Nothing wrong with it, Callie. You ain't no sister of mine." My father sneers at Cameron as he always does when he makes those sorts of statements.

His words catch Connor's attention though, and his eyes drift over to Cameron. He must be able to see Cameron with his hands down his trousers because a ferocious, deadly growl leaves his mouth, making him sound like some kind of wild beast. His hands curl around the edge of the mahogany table, gripping it so tightly I fear he might break it.

My dad’s fist strikes out, colliding with Connor’s face. “Sit there and shut up.”

Connor glares back at him with contempt, molars grinding and nostrils flaring.

Cameron simply laughs and pulls his trousers further down, revealing his tented briefs. Connor and I both avert our eyes quickly.

Fraser bites my shoulder, reminding me of what he’s currently doing. The palm of his hand connects with the side of my face in a firm slap as his teeth clamp down harder, and he startsslamming his fingers into me. I press my lips tightly together, containing the pained noises begging to be released.

The sadistic old fuck gets off on my pain The knowledge that I hate what he's doing to me helps him reach his release every time. I see my father smirking at Cameron's actions as my eyes pass over him and it makes me want to physically throw up. He looks amused that his son is getting off on seeing his sister being used against her will. These people are warped.

A small whimper leaves my mouth as Fraser presses painfully on my clit, and Connor slams his eyes shut again.

I keep my eyes on the ornate ceiling as Fraser rubs himself against me ruthlessly, using his fingers that aren't inside me, to rock me back and forth on top of him and pushing me roughly against himself to create the friction he needs. I can’t stop a sound of disgust from escaping me. Thankfully, he’s enjoying this too much to realise.

He starts grunting, his fingers biting into my flesh as he groans out my name and he finishes inside his trousers.

It's always over relatively quickly for Fraser due to the mix of the pain, the unwillingness and the fact that I'm about thirty years younger than him. It turns him on beyond belief. It's also probably the only action he ever gets.

My whole body shivers with revulsion and I'm thankful that I didn't touch my breakfast because it would've come straight back up my throat after that. He releases his hold on me and I scramble off of his lap, hurrying out of the room and listening to my father's booming laugh and Cameron’s grunts as he continues his sickening actions.

My chest feels heavy as I hold in the sobs wanting to come out and run up the stairs. I hear Connor and Callum's rushed footsteps behind me, and I know if they reach me, I'll break down right in front of them. I rush forward and into the bathroom before slamming the door closed and locking it. Iquickly get rid of my clothes and jump into the shower, turning the water up to the hottest temperature.

Then I stand there, numb and frozen, like a statue, staring at the wall and trying to forget the events that just took place.

The car is silent as we sit in the parking lot of the college. We haven't spoken a word to each other since I barricaded myself in the bathroom. Once Fraser was done forcing his fingers into my pussy and dry humping my arse, I couldn't face them.

They silently stood outside the door while I scrubbed myself in the shower until I was red raw. Then, I changed into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt.

Dresses are out of the picture for the near future unless I know I won’t see Fraser. I was stupid for wanting to wear the dress anyway, as I needed the faint bruises on my ribs and my upper arm to be covered, so a long-sleeved T-shirt was the best option. I clear my throat from the backseat, tired of the silence, and they both turn to look at me with haunted expressions on their faces.

"I'm sorry you guys were there for that but can we-"

"Don't you dare apologise!" Connor growls out, his eyes narrowing. "You had no choice over that. Those sick bastards did it on purpose, knowing we can't do shit about it. If anyone should be apologising, it's us, Little C." I shake my head because that's not true either.

"No, I know that you two would try to put a stop to it if you could. But we're all powerless here. Whilst we don't know where Mum and Crystal are, we have to keep enduring all the sadistic shit they do to us. I won’t jeopardise Mum's safety. I also don't want them to hurt either of you because of me. I couldn't live with that. I’m fine, I promise. I can handle it," I tell them.

Plastering a fake smile on my face, I lean forward and kiss them both on their cheeks.

"Come on, let's get college started my grumpy sunshines." Connor huffs at the nickname and throws his head back in annoyance whilst Callum laughs.

Glad that I've managed to ease the tension a little, I climb out of the back seat and wait for them to get out. Together, we walk towards the college, ready for a small sliver of normalcy in our lives.

Walking towards the entrance with the twins on either side of me, I can feel plenty of eyes on us. I know it's either because we’re new, or it’s likely girls checking out my brothers because it happens everywhere.

Like, yes, I suppose they're decent-looking guys and I’d agree when people say they look like a young Tom Welling, but dear lord you don't need to stare at them so much. I duck my head slightly, feeling uncomfortable, hoping that my concealer has covered the handprint marking my face. Connor opens the entrance door and Callum leads us into the busy hallway.

"Right, you have homeroom with Connor, and then you’ve got double English Lit after that. We're not in those classes with you but in every other class, you'll have at least one of us with you, if not both, okay?"

I smile, hoping to ease the concern written all over his face.

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