Page 120 of Revenge (Corrupt Empire 3)

“A perfect little girl just ripe to be plucked and tasted.”

I felt bile rise up the back of my throat. This part of our conversation disgusted me. Especially because I’d told Aiden I’d kicked him in the balls immediately, but that wasn’t strictly true.

“What does that mean, Uncle Charlie?”

“It means that I want to love you in a special way. One which your parents can never know about.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will soon. I wish you’d stay like this forever. It would be my greatest joy.”

I took a step back, putting a hand to my mouth. I couldn’t look away even though I knew what was about to happen next.

“Turn it off,” I said through my hand. “Please.”

Rick either didn’t hear me or he chose to ignore it because the video continued.

Uncle Charlie shifted his weight on top of me until my legs were ramrod straight beneath his. It was how I’d managed to kick him. My uncle ran his hand down my chest, stopping at where my breasts had started developing and fondled me there. I knew what I’d been thinking at the time. About how wrong this was but I was completely frozen in place.

“I don’t like this,” I whispered.

“You will, Avery. Soon.”

“Please, don’t.”

“Shh, shh, you wouldn’t want your daddy to come in right now.”

“Stop.”

He didn’t. His hand continued lower until it reached the one place I never thought he’d ever touch me. That’s when something inside me had snapped.

“Get off me,” I shouted.

“Avery—”

Then I kicked up one of my legs in between his. I remembered the look on his face. The grimace of pain before he clutched his crotch. I’d scrambled out from under him and run.

The video went black.

No one said anything. The urge to be sick grew until I couldn’t contain it any longer. I stumbled back into the wall, trying not to throw up all over myself. My movement caught Aiden’s attention. He looked at me, his eyes were wide with shock, horror painting his features.

It was the last straw. I’d kept that from him all this time because I was so fucking ashamed that I hadn’t pushed my uncle away sooner. How could I tell him that my own uncle had touched me like that?

I bolted, running for the door and ripping it open. I had no clue where the bathroom was, but I couldn’t contain it any longer. Kurt was standing outside. When he saw me, he frowned for a moment as I made a slight noise of alarm before the heaving started.

“Second door on the left,” he said, pointing down the hallway

I didn’t thank him as I ran for the door he’d indicated. Shoving it open, I just about had enough time to fall to my knees in front of the loo before I was violently sick. A moment later, I felt hands on me, pulling my hair out of my face.

“Shh, it’s okay, princess,” came Aiden’s hushed voice.

Everything inside me shattered. I kept hurling my guts up as Aiden held my hair and rubbed my back with his other hand. How the hell could he comfort me when he’d seen the evidence of my omission himself? And to me, it was a big fucking omission.

Tears streamed down my face as I gasped for air. Another wave of nausea drove through me. I wasn’t sure anything else was in my stomach at this point, but more came up until it was just spit and bile.

I shifted away, lying on the floor, completely and utterly spent. I heard the toilet flush along with the lid being put down. I heard the tap running before Aiden knelt beside me and brushed my hair from my face. He cradled my head, turning it towards him as he wiped my mouth and face. I was pretty sure I looked like a state after all the crying I’d done and now being sick.

He carefully cleaned my face up completely before throwing the cloth back in the sink. He stared down at me, his grey eyes cautious.

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