Page 92 of Totally Wrecked
No!
Harvey smashes his hand further over my mouth, almost choking me on my own underwear, then drags me bodily back across the rocks. I’m shaking my head and trying to communicate, but he only has one thing on his mind.
“That’s it, you bad girl, you fight back. You know I like it when you fight me.”
It’s like a nightmare: I’m naked beneath Harvey, he’s got my arms twisted and trapped under my own body, and his arm lays heavily across my throat, almost cutting off my airway. I have no way to communicate with him, but frantically shake my head from side to side, tears spilling down my face.
“That’s it, bad girl. Daddy is going to make you pay…”
His heavy thigh is between my legs, forcing them open. I can’t believe this is really happening, if only I could get him to understand. I try to send a message with my eyes.
Harvey, stop, I’m not Brooke, please.
He doesn’t stop. He does look directly at my face, though, and then he laughs. “Yeah, just how you like it,” he says. He is heavy and squirms on top of me—thankfully I don’t feel an erection.
“You’re a bad girl,” he hisses again, thrusting his hips against me.
I feel bile rise in my throat. Harvey shifts, moving one hand down to his crotch. He’s completely flaccid.
“Fucking bitch!” His eyes darken, and he seems more and more enraged as he tries grinding into me. Slamming me into the rocks. I’m hardly getting any air, and I feel like I’m free falling. The pain, the fear, suffocation.
Harvey hasn’t let up a stream of commentary, his words come in and out of my consciousness. “You asked for this…”
No I didn’t.
“This is your fault…”
Is it?
He pulls away for a second, the pressure on my windpipe lets up and I try to drag in a deeper breath. Is it over?
No. He shifts and I feel him prodding and poking between my legs with a finger.
I squirm and wriggle as much as I can; I won’t make this easy for him. I’m just so grateful he isn’t able to get an erection.
“Keep still, bitch,” he hisses, but I twist my hips back and forth. “Keep still I said.” He is getting more and more frantic.
I know I have tears pouring down my face.
“Oh, fuck you, you’re not worth it,” he snarls suddenly, pushing himself off me. “Forget about it.”
He pulls up his pants. Leaning close he whispers in my ear again. “And no complaints about this. Remember, it’s just how you like it.”
My eyes are closed, and when I open them again, Harvey has disappeared off into the jungle. I can’t move, I want to lay here forever, withering away until I turn into dust. I will never be able to move again, ever.
For all the disappointments, the dismissal and the loneliness of my life so far, those things had only put cracks in me. I’d still been able to hold it together.
But not any more; now I’m broken.
Fleetingly my sister comes into my mind. How can she like that?
Oh! What about when Harvey learns I’m not Brooke, he’ll be devastated. Poor man, what have we done to him? Our twin swap turned him into an unwitting almost-rapist.
This is mine and Brooke’s fault, and I can never tell the guys what just happened.
They’d kill him.
DAISY
