LESLEY PERKINS’ POV
I sniffed as Gary watched me in disbelief. Blaine chuckles.
“Oh poor you Gary!.”My little slut couldn’t tell you?”
He stand up and walk towards me. I shift on my seat uncomfortably. He pecked me on the cheek. Gary groans.
“Blaine….. how am I so sure you aren’t lying?” Gary’s voice was calm and somehow that gave me hope. Blaine chuckles.
“So you wanna hear from the horse mouth right?” Gary gaze was piercing.
“Yeah…. I wanna hear from her” I let my gaze return back to my laps.
“That ain’t a big deal…. and maybe you could say your goodbyes because you won’t be seeing your Romeo again.” He drawled and grin widely. I shivered in fear, I know he meant every bit of what he said.
“Give the love birds some privacy!.” He says to his men and walk out. They took several steps back till they are out of hearing. I bite my lip hard not minding the cut.
“Lesley” Gary calls softly. I looked up tearfully.
“I’m so sorry Gary!. so sorry” My voice shook.
“Look at me brunnie.” He says softly. I meet his gaze.
“Do you trust me?” I nod.
“I trust you! with every fibre of my being. It kills me to know i won’t see you anymore.” Fresh tears spill out of my eyes, I couldn’t wipe them off. I sniff before continuing.
“Whatever it is, want you to know I’m sorry. For not telling you everything, for hiding things away from you.” I bite back the urge to cry. Gary chuckles.
“I would get you out of here. I would see your beautiful face everyday, feel every bit of you. Do you trust me on that” I bit my lips and squeeze my face.
“It’s wishful thinking Gary!, I hope you will still love me after telling you this.” I suck in my breath and close my eyes.
“I’m not Lesley Perkins My real name is Linda Douglass..” I pause as a tear slid down my cheek.
“And this….. is my story.”
It all started when I was ten, and Blaine fifteen. We were five kids, Blaine being the only boy. Our family was a happy one, we loved each other dearly, we did everything together. Dad and mum were just as loving. It was the perfect family. Things changed one night when I caught Blaine staring at me while I was having my bath. I was shocked but didn’t take it as anything. He apologized and I forgot about it. After sometime I began to notice Blaine wanted to be alone with me. I was only glad. In my little mind, I felt he needed someone close to him. Being the soft type, I gradually moved close to him. Anytime I had dispute with anyone, he’d be the one to cuddle me and pet me, so I was drawn to him. Then one day, I and Blaine went to the attic. He told me he wanted to show me something. I followed him. He sat me down and began to talk of how we would grow up, and live together in a big mansion and he would always love me dearly. I was happy. He brought me a pill and told me to drink it, I asked him what it was for… and he told me mum had given him to give me. I took the pill and drank up the water. That was the last thing I remembered. When I woke up, I was in my bedroom and I felt sore in between my legs. I asked Blaine what the problem was and he told me i fell off the bed in the attic and hit my waist on an iron rod.
I was confused, but he convinced me that I fainted after I fell. Since I couldn’t remember anything, I let it slide. I trusted him, afterall he’s my brother.
A week after, Dad called us and told us he and mom would be traveling out of the country and would spend a month. We were all sad cos we would miss them. They left, but they never came back. Dad and mum died in an plane crash. Our life was shattered- I was shattered. I felt like killing myself, but Blaine was always there; to comfort me, to soothe me, to give me promises of a better future.
By the time I turned 18, Blaine was done with college. My sisters were married. Blaine took over dad’s business. He offered I stay with him while I went to college. I moved in, I still saw him as my sweet elder brother, who was only looking out for me. He got rich, stupendously rich. Since I and Blaine got close, there was a bridge between I and my sisters. They hardly called and soon I lost contact with them.
We moved out of Boston to Atlanta. One night, while I was reading, Blaine came in, and sat beside me. I was naive cos I was never exposed to the outside world. He tried giving me another pill, but I declined. I was old enough to understand it was a sleeping pill. Blaine was raged, told me I would stop going to college, he left the room. But came back, this time with a gun. I was scared, he told me he would kill my boy friend if I screamed. That day, he had his way with me. I was embittered, I was sorry at myself. I became so backward in my studies. It continued for a year.
Then I graduated from college. I was carrying a child for my boyfriend. I was so happy. We planned on doing so many things. Blaine had temporarily stopped harassing me. My boyfriend proposed, and I readily agreed. He insisted on seeing my brother. He visited Blaine, and told him of his intention to marry me. Blaine agreed, but I never saw my boyfriend again. He was found dead along the street weeks after. He was shot. My life became a mess. I was trapped, I couldn’t say anything to the cops. Blaine came every night, and with my pregnancy had his way with me. I felt disgusted, I felt betrayed, and used. My little child was my only consolation.
Blaine found out I was pregnant months later. He let me keep the pregnancy because it was risky to abort. But that didn’t stop him from raping me almost every night. Months later I delivered. A beautiful baby girl. My joy knew no bounds. She became my hope, my anchor, my silver lining.
Blaine never loved her. But made Annabel believe he was her father.
When Annabel turned two, Blaine introduced me into his work. He was a drug dealer. He would inject me with drugs severally, so I could feel sexually active.
I began to export drugs for him. My baby Annabelle was the only consolation of my wretched life. We would sit at the piano and play all through the night. we would sing of better days. Somehow she knew I was hurt, she knew what I was going through, And she always stayed with me every night so Blaine wouldn’t touch me. It helped, only for a few months.
One day he came, asking for sex, my little Annabelle, was with me, and she tried fighting him off. Blaine took out his gun, pressed the tip to her head and pulled the trigger. Annabelle died, in my arms. I fainted and when I gained consciousness, I was tied to the bedpost. I cried for weeks. While I was mourning, Blaine would come every night with and have his way with me. I was emotionally dead, I became pale. I became a drug addict, Blaine was only glad to help me with drugs, I wished to die, but death never came.
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Lesley sniffed as tears streaked down her face. Gary eyes were glazed, with pure anger, and sadness. Lesley shut her eyes and opened them slowly.
“Not only that, we got married.
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