KEILAH
Ralph slipped his hand under my blouse, scraping my skin, causing me to let out a soft moan as his hand came in contact with my sensitive breasts. It was very surprising that I willingly let the man who caused me experience death spread my legs wide for him. I feel ashamed of myself that I am giving in so easily. But I like it. I like the feel of his hands on me. I like his unpassionate kisses.
As I moved my hands to run through his hair, he seized them, deftly securing them above my head and fastened them in his grasp as his other hand slipped back under my blouse to my breast, pinching my nipple a little rough. A moan escaped my mouth again.
My mind raced with conflicting emotions as his rough touch sent swarms of butterflies in my stomach.
I really don’t like him, yet there was an undeniable allure in the way he commanded my body. It was a twisted dance of pleasure and resentment, leaving me questioning my own desires. Part of me wanted to push him away, to reclaim control over my own body, and deny him any power over me. But another part, a part I loathed to acknowledge, craved his touch. It yearned for the intoxicating pleasure he could provide.
I surrendered to the forbidden pleasure that he offered. In the depths of my soul, I knew it was wrong. I knew I should despise him. But in this moment, as my desires converged, I couldn’t deny the intoxicating allure of his touch.
He released my hands and ripped my blouse open, revealing my vulnerable skin to his intense gaze. Without uttering a word, he pressed his lips against mine, igniting a passionate flame once again.
For all he has done to me so far, I’ve not heard a single voice escape from him. It was so strange that he was already naked and between my legs, but I couldn’t sense any firmness between my legs. It felt soft, leaving my mind swirling with confusion and questions. Sensing my unease, he abruptly pulled away from me, casting one last glance before walking away without a second glance.
I lay there, the air heavy with a mix of confusion and unanswered questions. His
sudden actions left me with a whirlwind of emotions and an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach.
What the hell just happened? I self-asked as I quickly adjusted my dishevelled blouse. I replayed how he suddenly left without a single word after leaving me turned on. Wait, did I use the word turned on. Was I actually turned on? Oh no, this is so embarrassing. What was I thinking?
Just as I felt the weight of embarrassment settling in, a sudden interruption jolted me. The shrill ring of my phone pierced the silence, scattering my thoughts like leaves in the wind. Frantically, I searched around the room, the sound seemingly coming from every direction. I checked the usual spots- the nightstand, the dresser, and even the pockets of my discarded blouse-all in vain.
Growing increasingly agitated, I widened my search, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of my elusive phone. It was only after a few tense moments that I spotted a faint glow beneath the bed. Kneeling down, I reached under, my fingers grasping the cool surface of my phone. With a sigh of relief, I retrieved it.
My heat pounded in my chest at my aunt’s name flashing on the screen. I hesitantly answered the call and brought the phone to my ear, scared of what she’s going to say.
I called to let you know I am back home safe but am not happy with you, keilah. She said in an unhappy tone, jolting my attention.
Keilah, honey, you and I need to have a deep conversation. I have so much to talk to you about but not over the phone. We will talk when you visit. I just wanted you to not worry and focus on your work. Besides that, how are you, honey? She asked, her voice soft now.
Relief washed over me as I absorbed my aunt’s words, yet I couldn’t escape the onslaught of emotions that threatened to unleash a loud cry. As I hurried toward the shattered window to let the cool air soothe me, I accidentally stepped onto a shard of glass that sent sharp jolts of pain through my foot. Suppressing the pain, I responded to my aunt’s persistently concerned voice.
“Honey, are you there? Is everything alright?”
“I’m okay, Aunt,” I replied, biting back the searing pain. “I’m just relieved to hear you’re back home safe. I’m sorry you had to go through that trouble because of me.”
“How did you get out?” I asked cautiously.
I don’t know about that. I was just told to go home.
“Were you scared?” I asked, my voice soft.
Her response was calm, “Of course not, honey. I was just confused, and I still am. But we’ll talk about that. I just wanted to let you know I’m home.”
“It’s pretty late, honey. I need to rest.” she added.
“Okay, aunt. Good night,” I replied.
After the call, I let out a low cry as I carefully walked back to bed to remove the piece of glass embedded in my foot. Resting my leg up on the other, I bit down on my tongue and pulled it out, letting blood ooze. I removed my torn blouse, tearing a piece from it to create a makeshift bandage for my foot. Once the bleeding stopped, I nestled myself under the covers, staring up at the dark sky through the open window.
“Is this how dark my life is becoming?” I wondered aloud before closing my eyes to sleep.
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I groaned as I opened my eyes to the gentle morning light, its warmth casting a golden glow across my face. Wincing at the pain from my foot, I gingerly rose from the bed and hobbled towards the bathroom to freshen up.
After a careful cleanup, I headed downstairs for breakfast. As I approached the kitchen, I noticed it was bustling with people. It was filled with the low hum of conversation and the clinking of utensils. As I entered, all eyes turned to me. I expected them to disperse, unable to tolerate my presence, but was surprised when they remained, although their gazes were filled with hatred.
Ignoring their hostility, I proceeded to the fridge and retrieved what I wanted.
I prepared scrambled eggs with fresh tomatoes and brewed a cup of coffee. The rich aroma of the coffee only intensified the growling protests of my empty stomach. Seating myself at the table, I hoped the tension would dissipate with the distraction of food.
To my dismay, my peaceful moment was abruptly shattered as someone abruptly snatched my food, flipping and smashing it onto the table. Looking up, It was one of Benita’s girls. “Why did you do that?” I asked, suppressing my rising anger. “You’re not allowed to touch or consume anything in this kitchen,” she replied, seizing my coffee and unceremoniously pouring it down the sink.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to regain my composure. Deciding it was best to leave for the moment and return when the place cleared out, I started to walk away. However, before I could take another step, she viciously seized a handful of my hair, yanking me backwards. I staggered and ended up on the ground.
“I’m not done with you,” she retorted, using her feet to push me back down as I struggled to get up, drawing laughter from others who seemed to find the situation amusing.
Unable to restrain myself any longer, I reached out and grabbed her legs, causing her to tumble down as well, surprising everyone around. I swiftly rose to my feet, and she followed suit, wearing a murderous expression.
“Do you have a death wish?” she growled.
“Do you?” I snapped back.
She let out an angry laugh. “Bitch, it seems like you’re not scared,” she added, transforming her hands into wolf’s. Without hesitation, I sprinted towards the island, grabbed a knife, and pointed it at her, making her take a step back.
“No…, I growled. I’m not scared of you at all. In fact, I’m the one you should be scared of. In moments like this, I can be even more terrifying. Sometimes, I am even scared of myself.”
She surprised me when she reverted her hands to their normal state and transformed her menacing expression into one of fear. I dropped the knife in anger and limped out of the room, colliding with Ralph. The impact threatened to knock me off balance, but he steadied me with a firm grip.
“What’s going on here?” he inquired, his eyes searching for an explanation. “Did you cause some trouble?”
“I did nothing…” I began, but my words were cut short as screams erupted from the kitchen. Ralph wasted no time and swiftly made his way past me.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded, his authoritative voice cutting through the chaos.
“It’s the human. She attacked her.” Multiple voices replied simultaneously. Perplexed, I followed Ralph back into the kitchen. The scene that unfolded left me in shock– the person I had been fighting with lay on the floor, convulsing in pain, her face twisted in agony. My eyes darted around, and I noticed the knife I had dropped now stained with blood. Confusion and fear gripped me as I wondered where the blood had come from.
“What happened?” I mumbled, voicing my bewilderment. Ralph turned to me, his gaze now hostile. I shook my head, attempting to convey my innocence.
“I…didn’t do it,” I stammered, but the hostile intensity in Ralph’s gaze warned me that I needed to brace myself for whatever consequences awaited me.