Liar.
Ziggy didn’t move. “Where is she? I looked all over the trailer and can’t seem to find her.”
My body tried to wriggle, muffled sounds drowning beneath the sound of the storm outside. Erek pushed the gun harder against my skull as he thrusted once more inside me. “No,” he quivered. “S-she was here earlier to take care of her momma, but uh, she uh, said something about some party? I-I don’t know. You should just go out and look for her. She shouldn’t be out there alone in this storm. Go—go on.” He was breathing heavily.
“You okay, Dad?” Ziggy asked. “You sound pretty winded.”
Erek adjusted his grip on the gun. “Oh yeah.” He thrusted in and out of my body again, as if the idea of being caught somehow excited him more. “Just trying to unwind after a long, crazy day.” I could hear the smile on his fat fucking face.
Come on! See me! Fuck, why are the lights not coming back on?
Ziggy stood there in the doorway and didn’t move. He didn’t question his father or doanything. It made me die inside, knowing Erek was going to get away with this…just like he always fucking did. No one could save me, not even Ziggy. It was hopeless.
I cried silently to myself, accepting my fate.
“Alright then,” Ziggy exhaled. “I guess I’ll just head out and see if anyone knows where she is. Thanks—” The power suddenly flickered and came back on. The whole trailer lit up, and I stared directly at Ziggy, dressed in his faded jeans and hisblack leather jacket over one of his many graphic tees. Ziggy’s eyes instantly met mine.
Ziggy.
His hands trembled, and his eyes moved from me to his father, who was currently hunched over, pinning me down while his dick sat inside me.
“Ziggy.” His father slowly pulled the gun away from my temple and moved away from my body. He stepped off the bed and tried to quickly hide his dick and fix his pants. I dropped my head in relief and cried into the bed.
Erek zipped his pants and returned his gun to its holster. “Now, son…I-I can explain.” He nearly stumbled over as Ziggy stepped farther into the room.
Ziggy’s eyes returned to me, watching as I sat there exposed, clutching my legs shut. He silently moved between his father and I, turning his back to the old man. He wasted no time unlatching Erek’s belt. “Are you okay?” he asked me quietly as I spun around and pulled my pants up.
“S-she’s fine, Ziggy,” Erek answered. “It’s…it’s not what it looks like.”
Ziggy’s eyes raised past me and looked at my mother. “What happened to your momma?” he asked me. My eyes looked past him at Erek. I ruptured into tears and crumbled into Ziggy’s chest as he held me.
“Ziggy—son—they’re fine. Her momma…her momma’s just sleeping, right Koven? Come on, boy. You just need to—you need to take a minute, okay?” Ziggy gently let me go. “Ziggy, come on, these women, they’re—they just don’t know how to?—”
Ziggy swung around and grabbed his father by the throat, aggressively slamming the man’s fat body into the wall. “I didn’t fucking ask you!” he shouted. Erek quivered in fear, shocked to see his son stand up to him for the first time ever. Thunderboomed again, and the grown man trembled while his son towered over him.
Erek tried to calm Ziggy. “Son, listen. I—I need you to just take it easy, alright? I-I was drunk and came in here and I must’ve—must’ve mistaken her as her momma. That’s all! An honest mistake, Ziggy. I?—”
“Mistake?” Ziggy shouted. “She was wrapped up and bound with your belt! You had her arms tied, and her face buried against her dead momma’s leg, pinning her down! That’s no mistake!” Erek trembled as Ziggy pushed his forearm into his neck. “I’m going to give you a ten second head start before I hunt your fat ass down.”
“Ziggy—”
Ziggy released Erek, and the man fell to his knees. “Two.”
“Ziggy, please. I–I didn’t mean to! I swear!”
“Three!” My stepfather groaned and scrambled, trying to stand. He looked between us, shocked at how things had turned against him. “Four.” Erek began to panic. He turned and ran out of the bedroom, stomping down the hall. Ziggy looked at me and stepped closer, cautiously touching my beaten face. “Are you okay, Koven?” he asked, leaning down to press his forehead against mine.
I closed my eyes and shook my head in reply, crying against him. “No,” I sobbed.
“How long?” he asked in a low, pained voice. “How long, Koven?”
I sobbed louder. “Years.” My bloodshot eyes met his and he wiped them away. “Since the day you both walked into our home.”
Lightning struck and thunder followed. Ziggy’s entire demeanor shifted. His nostrils flared, and I noticed his hands were balled into fists as he backed away from me. “Six!” he shouted, exiting the bedroom.
“Ziggy? Ziggy, wait!” I wobbled to my feet and rushed after him. “Happy!”
Ziggy entered the living room to find Erek standing there with his police gun in hand. Erek’s arm trembled as Ziggy didn’t even flinch at the sight. “Seven!” He charged his father, raising his arm and swinging. Erek’s face made a cracking sound as Ziggy punched him, knocking the fat fuck to the ground. The old man groaned, blood seeping from his nose as he tried to move. “Eight!” Ziggy began to kick his father, over and over again. “Nine!”