Page 69 of Mr. Edwards
“Call it a peace offering. I want to apologize for what happened the last time I saw you. I was out of line.”Yes, you were.“I shouldn’t have done what I did… I’m sorry I got you in trouble with your mom. It was all my fault.” I blink a few times because I’m too shocked for words. “Here,” he says, pushing the bag toward me. “There’s a burger and fries inside. I got you a soda too.”
“Umm, thanks.” I take them, it beats the tin of SpaghettiOs I planned on heating up for dinner. If he thinks he can bribe me with food though, he’s got another thing coming.
“I hope we can put the past behind us and move forward, Carlee. I like your mom, so it would be great if we could be friends.” I guess I could try to get along with him for Roxy’s sake. But friends?That’s a hard no from me. “What do you say, truce?” He extends his hand toward me.
I pause for a second before tucking the soda into the crook of my elbow. I’m skeptical of everything this man says. Is this a trick? Is he trying to lure me into a trap?Despite my reservations, I take his hand in mine and shake it briefly.
Placing the food and the soda on the floor beside my mattress, I wait for them to leave. Only when they’re gone, do I reach for the bag. Regardless of what he just said, can I trust him not to tamper with my food?
I unwrap the burger and inspect every inch of it before bringing it to my nose to sniff it. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, but it appears and smells just fine.I’m being ridiculous. He said he likes my mom. He wouldn’t poison me if he did, would he? I slowly bring it to my mouth and take a hesitant bite.
“Mmm,” I groan as the delicious taste of meat and cheese floods my tastebuds.God, I love burgers. Reece is a vegan; he’s all about a healthy body and mind, so he doesn’t let me eat fast food often. I can’t fault him for that, but burgers should be a staple in all American households. I wonder if they come in a can?
I demolish it in seconds and then tackle the fries. When I’m done, I bundle up the trash and place it back in the bag before reaching for the drink.
I’m both full and satisfied as I take a large gulp of soda, followed closely by another. I overreacted earlier and a small part of me feels bad now. Bobby did a nice thing for me tonight and I should’ve been more grateful. As long as he keeps his hands and eyes to himself, maybe we can get along.
I take another large drink before leaning forward toplace it down on the floor, beside my mattress, but I’m suddenly feeling light-headed and dizzy. My heart rate starts to accelerate as my body flops forward, causing the drink to slip from my hand and spill all over the carpet… my face follows suit and the coolness of the ice and liquid against my heated skin is the last thing I remember before everything goes black.
I wake with a start when I hear someone groan the word, “Shit,” as they scramble off my bed. It’s followed by, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
My eyes fly open to an image that will no doubt haunt me forever. Beside my bed is a bent over naked man. The sight of his bare ass and hairy ball sacks hanging down between his legs makes me gag.Literally.
My body is consumed with fear as I lie there motionlessly watching the man, who I now realize is, Bobby, scoop up his underwear, black slacks, and the white dress shirt he was wearing last night, off the floor. I hear the buckle of his belt jingle as he scrunches his clothes into a ball, shoving them under his arm. He takes a few steps toward my bedroom door, before pausing and running his free hand through his dark hair. He glances over his shoulder as his gaze frantically scans the room before finally landing on me.
“Carlee!” There’s panic lining his voice when he notices I’m awake, watching him with what I’m sure are large, horrified eyes.
“W-what,” I choke out, struggling to form words. My mind is scrambled as a million questions filter through it.
What’s going on?
Why is he naked?
Why was he lying beside me without any clothes on?
What the hell is he doing in my room period?
His gaze leaves my face, slowly dropping down to my chest, my eyes follow his movement and that’s when I realize I’m not wearing a top. My arms fly up to cover my small breasts. I may only be thirteen, but I’ve developed enough that I’m now wearing a bra.
I’ve never gone to bed without clothes on. It’s a rule I don’t break. I’m always prepared to flee. I’ve learned over the years that things can go south pretty quickly around here.
My heart is thundering against my rib cage as I hesitantly lift the blanket that’s pooled around my waist, peering underneath. Something isn’t right here, but I can’t seem to wrap my head around any of it.
When I comprehend my underwear and sleep shorts are missing too, I gasp. I shift toward the edge of the mattress, and further away from him, feeling the burning ache between my thighs as I do. When I notice the small patch of red that’s illuminating my pale pink sheets, I immediately file the image away in that shitty little box in my head, the place where all the bad things get locked away because I just can’t deal with it.
Bile rises to the back of my throat.
Throwing back the blankets in a moment of panic, I clamber out of bed and somehow manage to stand. “What did you do to me?” I cry out through a sob as I swing around to face him. “Answer me, goddammit.”
The heavy pain that’s now settled in my chest intensifies.My breathing is labored. Bobby just stands there, gawking like he doesn’t understand my reaction. His disgusting, perverted eyes move down, coasting over my entire torso, and I see his dick start to harden. My body folds over and I’m suddenly struggling to get air into my lungs.
I feel faint.
Shit, am I going to die?
Please, please, please let this be a bad dream.
My forearm flies up to cover my boobs, and my other hand moves down to rest against the junction between my thighs. “What did you do to me, you sick fuck?” I scream.
