Page 6 of Beautiful Beasts

I hear music blasting from my father’s room, pulling me from the thoughts in my head. I hear his heavy footsteps as he approaches, and when I turn my head and look up, my father is staring down at me. I fucking hate when he turns the music up this loud because it means one thing, he wants me to scream, and he doesn’t want the outside world to fucking hear me.

I look down and see that I am completely naked, fuck I drank too much. When I look back up at my father, he is on top of me in seconds, pushing himself between my legs. I open my mouth to scream, but before anything can come out, he slaps his hand over my mouth, silencing me. He reaches down, grabbing onto the cock that stole my childhood. The cock that started all of my nightmares and prepared me to be used by others.

He leans down and begins kissing my cheek, moving down to my neck. The smell of stale alcohol and cigarettes engulfs me, making me want to gag. He grabs his hard cock and places the tip at my entrance, and before I can do anything, he shoves himself inside of me. There is no foreplay or lubrication; he just takes what he wants, when, and how he wants.

“Stop acting like you don’t want me, Bella. I know you fucking do. No one can love you the way I do,” he whispers against my skin.

I shake my head in denial as he stretches me to adjust to his size. Struggling against his hold, I start to wiggle, scratching at his arms and face, but he doesn’t do anything but laugh at my attempt to stop him. His body holds me down as he starts to move in and out of me.

“You know that I love it when you try and fight, Bella. Keep giving me what I want,” he groans out with amusement.

Tears overflow my eyes and roll down my face. I hate that I fucking cry, and I fucking hate that my fight is what he wants.

I hate that this is my fucking life and that no one can save me from the one man that was supposed to fucking love and protect me.

I squeeze my eyes shut as tight as I can. If I just lay here, if I just let him do what he wants, the quicker this will be over with, and then he will get off of me and leave.

Leaving me here with another piece of myself chipped away.

5

Dante

“Twisted” by Two Feet

H arley kicks in Griffin’s door and storms inside, and I walk in behind him. I gave Griffin five fucking days to come up with the money that he owes me, and the fucker hasn’t been answering my calls. I know that I am not the only one that he owes, but I am the most fucking important.

He gave me no other option than to come here to his fucking house and ask for what is mine to begin with. He is not going to like how this fucking goes.

When we walk through the broken door, all I can hear is music blaring somewhere in the back. I can’t tell where it is coming from, but it is loud enough that even if we knocked, the fucker wouldn’t have heard us anyways. But there was no reason to knock when he owes me; that is what he signed up for when he chose to open a tab with me. It is time he fucking pays me for all of it. I am sick and tired of playing this back-and-forth game; if he can’t pay, he will die. I might still kill him because there is no fucking trust.

Harley has his gun drawn as we make our way into the living room. He stops abruptly, causing me to stop short so I don’t plow into him. Not many things could elicit this kind of response from him, but whatever it is, it has his whole body stiffening and his breathing increasing, which automatically makes me nervous and puts me on edge.

I reach for my gun as I take in the scene that now has us both locked up tight. What I see in front of me has me seeing red. Griffin is on the couch, on top of Bella, with his hand covering her mouth as he moves in and out of her at a violent pace. Her face is pushed in my direction, her eyes are clenched shut, and I can see the river of tears falling down her face.

My heart stops as Harley quickly enters the room. I rush past him, grab Griffin by the back of the neck, and pull him off of her. When Griffen is entirely off the couch and away from Bella, she starts to scream and curls up into the fetal position. I toss Griffen to the side, and Harley grabs onto him and forces his naked body to his knees as I make my way to Bella.

I kneel beside her and gently wipe the tears from her face. She flinches and pulls away from my touch as she slowly opens her eyes. When she looks at me, all I see is pain, darkness, and suffering, making my heart crack with both pain and rage of my own.

“Dante,” she whispers through a sob.

“I’m here, Sweetheart,” I say to her as softly as I can. Right now, I feel nothing but pure fucking rage, and I will never be able to burn the images of what I walked into today from my brain.

I knew he was hurting her; I saw the fucking bruises and did nothing about it. Now, I have to live with the fact that this fucker was raping his daughter, and I am dreading to learn what else he was making her do or allowing others to do to her. I will find out what he has done to her, and he will suffer. They will all fucking suffer.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I quickly took her into my arms and slowly stood up. I grab the blanket off the back of the couch and wrap it around her shaking body. She shoves her face into the side of my neck as she continues to sob uncontrollably.

Fuck. Mother fucking fuck. I will never forgive myself for not asking questions. I should have fucking asked questions.

How fucking long has this been going on?

How long has this piece of shit believed that Bella was his to use and abuse?

The thought of his fucking cock being inside her makes me sick.

The thought of his hands on her makes my skin crawl.

The thought of him whispering dirty fucking things into her ear makes me see nothing but fucking red.

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