Page 78 of Silver Tears

“Shut up!” she snaps. “You’re a child. You know nothing about life, so don’t lecture me about how to run mine. Don’t wait up. We’ll be late home.” Mum shoulders past me, causing me to wobble on my feet. I fight back the tears. I no longer recognise my mother. A few months ago, she would never have spoken to me like that. How has it come to this?

By the time I make my way back into the lounge, they’ve already gone. He’s left the television blaring and a litter of cans line the floor where he was sitting. Sighing, I pick up the bin bag and carry on clearing the room. I was hoping to get some study time in tonight for my history test on Monday but the chances of that are looking slim.

I’m filling up the kitchen sink with warm water, in a melancholy world of my own, when the front door swings open. The force making it bounce back against its hinges. I turn around to find Lenny filling up the doorway to the kitchen, a menacing look on his face.

He wipes his nose with the back of his hand and glares at me. My eyes dart around the room, realising he’s blocking my only exit.

“What are you doing back? Did you forget something?” I say, my voice wobbling as I try to hide the fear I feel.

He scoffs, his eyes trailing from my feet slowly up my body, and I instantly regret putting on these tight jeans tonight.

“Your mum’s just been telling me how you were warning her off me.” He moves further into the room, and I press my body in against the sink. “Who do you think you are, you snobby little bitch, huh? You think I’m not good enough for your waster of a mother?”

This is bad. I know this is bad.

“I just said that she knew nothing about you, that’s all. I’m just concerned for my brother,” I offer in explanation. I try to work out whether I can get my phone from my pocket and call for help before he’s able to reach me.

He takes another step into the room. “It’s time someone taught you a lesson. I bet you have a real tight little pussy. One that needs a good filling and a good fucking. To fuck that holier than thou attitude out of you.” He flexes his fists and I shudder when I see the obvious bulge in his pants. I want to vomit.

I hold my hand out in front of me, trying to warn him off. “Now look, Lenny. I didn’t mean any harm to you. Why don’t you just go back to the club, to mum, she’ll be wondering where you are.”

He snorts, smirking at me. “I told her I’d left my wallet here. She’ll be happily coked up by now. She won’t even notice how long I’m gone.” He takes another step into the room. “Time to teach you a lesson, little girl. No one tries to get rid of me. Fucking women, always thinking you’re better than me. I’ll show you who has the power.”

“Don’t do this! Seb will kill you if you do,” I threaten.

Lenny just laughs, snarling at me. “You think I’m scared of the rich boy? I could squash him like a fly.”

He’s on me before I have time to scream. He’s much bigger and stronger than I am, and he has a hand over my mouth and the other one tight around my body before I can so much as blink. I struggle in his hold, fighting with everything in me to get free. Lenny laughs in my ear at my futile attempts to break free.

“No use fighting, little one. Why don’t you just be a good girl and just take it?” He grabs at my left boob and squeezes it hard. “You never know. You might like my cock filling you up. I bet under all that snotty attitude you’re a filthy whore, like your mother. She likes it when I give it to her rough. It can be our little secret. Let me fuck you when I want, and I won’t hurt that little brother of yours.”

Him threatening my brother is all the motivation I need.

I must fight him off. I can’t let him do this to me.

I somehow manage to shift my left leg and lift it back and I attempt to kick him in the balls. It works his hold on me slackens and I get free.

I’m not quick enough, though. I’m making a break for the kitchen door when he lunges for me, and grabs the back of my T-shirt, yanking me backwards.

Whack! My eyes blur.

He’s punched me hard across the face, and I taste blood against my lips. God, that hurts. For a second, I’m dazed and confused.

“You’ll pay for that little bitch. I’m going to fuck that arse of yours now as well.”

I want to vomit. The thought of him violating me. I can’t bear it. I cannot let him do this to me. He throws me down face first against the table. With his weight pinned on me, I hear him undoing the zipper on his jeans. No! God please no.

“I’m going to enjoy this. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll not sit down for a week.” He laughs. Sick fucker is getting a thrill out of this. “I’m going to stretch this tight little pussy and ruin it for that cocky fucking boyfriend of yours.”

Is this how I lose my virginity?

My eyes dart around the room as I fight to free myself. Then I spot it. A knife over on the kitchen counter by my left. It still has butter on it. That knife is my one and only chance.

He reaches underneath me, attempting the button on my jeans. If I’m going to act, it has to be now. I stop fighting him and he chuckles, thinking I’ve admitted defeat. He slips his fat, sweaty hand into my knickers. I shudder when he tells me he is going to make me come. If I’m doing this, it needs to be now. I lunge for the knife and my fingers land on the handle. I have it! I want to sob with relief.

I don’t think. I just reach behind and stab up behind me hard and fast. Three, maybe four times. He yells, and suddenly his weight is no longer over me. I hear a loud thud as he drops to the floor. I dart to the other side of the room, wanting to put as much distance between us as I can. My hand grips tightly to the bloody knife.

Lenny’s on the floor, his hand pressed against the wound in his torso. “You stabbed me, you little bitch,” he mutters as the blood continues to spill onto the tiled floor. He reaches for the cupboard but slips in his own blood and smacks the back of his head hard on the tiled floor.

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