Page 13 of Dangerous Allure

“Awee, look at the mute. Cat got your tongue trailer trash?” They taunt and I don’t fucking like it. “Too bad you’re mute and can’t scream for help. Fucking idiot.” They spit and I’ve had enough. I step down the stairs slowly, reaching for my keys in the side pocket of my small leather black bag and wrap my hand around them.

I push Duke into the wall causing him to stumble as Drake tries to push Axel down the stairs. I gasp as Axel rights himself and I rear back punching Drake in the back of the head. His head snaps forward and he whirls on me as I send a jab to his nose and one to the throat. His nose instantly leaks blood and he bends over choking. I spin feeling Duke coming for me.

“Pres, mind your business.” He spits, and I molly whop him upside the head, causing him to stumble.

“Fuck you. Leave him alone, dirtbag.” I spit, shoving him again. Strong arms grab a hold of my waist and hauls me down the stairs.

“Let me go!” I spit, not realizing it’s Axel whose dragging me away from the two fuckers messing with him. He keeps walking with me until we are far enough away in a dark corridor before he gently sets me down on my feet. I spin on him and am greeted with a smile I’ve never seen before. His dark eyes light up with pride as he takes me in. My heaving breath shudders as adrenaline flows through my veins. His fingers come up to myface and I flinch slightly causing his eyes to narrow in confusion, but he doesn't stop. He moves a lone curl from my face, tucking it behind my ear before tracing the frame of my face like he did last night. I shut my eyes, reveling in his warm touch setting my body alight.

An electric current sparks through my soul as he thumbs my bottom lip, not saying a word. The current gets stronger and stronger the longer he touches me, causing my chest to heave and my heart to beat wildly, and then it's gone. I shiver at the loss and open my eyes only to be met with sad ones, making me wonder why they are so dull. The light was there for only a second and now they are completely void.

Taking a step back, I look around as he fiddles with his bag.

“Thank you for getting me out of there and I’m sorry they were being mean to you. You don’t deserve to be treated that way.” I say and he nods.

“You wanna come hang with me in the art room? I need some peace and drawing is the only thing that helps.” I admit and he smiles again. I swear our souls know one another because his smile speaks to me deep within my chest, making me feel solace in this moment.

“Is that a yes?” I ask, giving him a little smile of my own, and he nods. I grab his hand, but he pulls away, shaking his head.

“Ok got it, you don’t like to be touched. Noted.” I say as I spin, heading out of the corridor and down a few rooms.

Entering the classroom with Axel in tow, it's completely empty this time of day. All the art classes are at the end of the day which I love. It puts me in a good mood before I have to head to work.

Shutting the door behind us, I find my sketchbook and sit by the half window above me. Axel grabs a few colors of paint and brushes he wants to use and sits in the stool next to me. Ripping a new piece of paper, he tacks it to the board and I watch in awe as he dips the brush in the black liquid and glides it across thepaper, creating a background. I watch for a few minutes then look down at my sketchpad.

Taking my pencil, I work on the drawing of myself looking in the mirror and the reflection of a dead girl. Skin disintegrating from the page. It’s horrific, which is exactly how I feel. I get so lost in the sounds of Axel painting and my own drawing that I don't realize we’ve missed lunch.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.I pack up my things in a hurry and Axel watches my every move with a look of concern written on his face.

“Hey, I gotta go. This was awesome. I’ll see you soon.” I say and he nods, still looking at me like he’s worried for my safety. I exit the classroom without a backwards glance. Why do I feel so guilty leaving him? If I could stay with him in this moment forever I would.

Complete silence, but yet my heart was happy being near him. No words needed to be said. I felt safe and calm but I know that feeling is a farce. Nothing good lasts forever and I’m not meant for happiness. Not as long as Jacob Lee is still breathing.

Chapter 10

Axel

***ON PAGE SEXUAL CHILD ABUSE/ ATTEMPTED RAPE***

Three years ago…

Laying in my bed with Caspian’s headset on, I drown out the noise from the living room. My mother, yet again, has a man over, which means I’m not allowed out of my room. I’m not sure where my brothers are, but I’m all alone tonight. I hate when she has these strange men over. They party until all hours of the night and when they’re gone, we find needles, empty bottles of alcohol and ashtrays filled with cigarettes and joints. I hate it here, but I refuse to leave her. She’s all I have besides my brothers who are always gone doing their own thing and I’m left to clean up the mess she makes. Seeing her passed out most days half naked and beaten, makes me angry, causing me to lash out at school. They try to get me to tell them what’s goingon at home that’s causing my destructive behavior, but I won’t tell a soul what happens behind these walls. I’ve tried to get her to stop. To stop the drinking, the drugs and most of all, the men.

The men that have come in my room and touched me, beaten me, where no one can see. I should hate her for what she makes me do to get her next hit, but I don't. I'll do anything for her, to see her smile, to have her tuck me in bed and sing me songs to go to sleep. Even at fourteen, I don’t like to sleep alone. I’m terrified that one day I’ll wake up to her dead on the living room carpet. My brothers think I’m pathetic because I’m so attached to her after everything she’s done to us and had us live through. They don’t know what truly happens when they’re out with their friends. Each and every time I’m used and abused, I crawl into myself further, or I lash out. There’s no inbetween. I lay here praying one of them will come home.

Caspian and Braxton arefraternal twins, and a year older than me.They are who I share a room with. Maverick lives with our older brother Harley. Rick hates our mother and refuses to live with us so he stays with Harley, working at our granddads shop. That old man hates our mom too. I don’t know what happened, but she is not welcome in his mansion, period. She’s dead to him and that alone pisses me off. That’s his daughter and still, he’s embarrassed of the way she turned out. I can understand to a point since the Cyprus’s are one of the biggest founding families in Daggerspoint, but I don’t know exactly why she fell the way she did.Harley still comes around, giving her money every so often, but as fast as it comes is as fast as it goes and then I’m up for payment.

I close my eyes and try to go to sleep even though the tightness in my chest is keeping me half awake. Rolling over, I turn the music in the headset up, hoping to fall asleep quickly. Suddenly a light shines against the wall causing my eyes to fly open. The bright light reflects against the wall and thendarkness as the moon glistens through the window, letting me know someone opened and closed my door. A hand touches my arm, causing me to jump as the headset is pulled slowly from my ears.

“Shh, if you’re a good boy, this will be quick.” The deep voice says against the shell of my ear as he pulls the covers down, sliding into the bed behind me. My breathing stops and my body goes still, not wanting to be touched tonight, praying that my brothers will walk in and save me from this. His rough hand grips my hip, pulling me back against him. My body shakes in fear for what’s to come as his wet tongue drags against my neck, flicking my ear.

“Such a good boy.” He groans as the scent of weed, stale cigarettes and beer hits my nostrils, causing my stomach to turn. His hand runs up my torso, flicking my nipple as he splays wet, sloppy kisses, along my shoulder. He flicks my nipple again and I flinch.

“Please, not tonight. Please stop touching me.” I beg as his hand moves down my chest and over my stomach.

“Shh, I just want to make you feel good. You know it feels good when I touch you.” He grunts, pressing his hard dick against my back as my body begins to shake harder.

“Please, no. I don’t want you touching me. Please.” I beg again as his hand reaches inside my boxers and begins to pump my dick. I thrash against him, but he removes his hand from my boxers and takes my free hand, pulling it behind my back to his other, holding it tightly.

“Don’t fucking move or I’ll make it hurt, little boy.” He warns as tears form in my eyes. He goes back to touching me where no man should be touching as my body does things it shouldn’t. After he gets me nice and hard, he rips my boxers down over my hips.

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