Mary Davies
I woke up this morning to find out I have a new email notifications on my phone. I sat up in bed, as I scrolled through my phone. I hardly have messages in my Gmail, apart from the few messages I get from the new blog I follow since I have gotten here in Minazuela. I’ve been following a story on a book blog, which is written by a writer called OD Eleven. Sweet sensation is a mafia romance book that makes me wonder if Mafia’s really existed in our world.
It wasn’t a chapter update notification as I expected but, a message from an unknown person, who the fu*k is HA. The subject of the mail made me roll my eyes.
“I will find you.” I read the subject out loud, is this a joke or something. I went further to read the message.
You ran away like a scared little cat, I will find you and when I do. You are going to receive every punishment I give to you just like the good girl you are. Don’t forget I own that pussy of yours and no one is allowed to wander into my property, no littering and no loitering of any dick that’s not mine. Remember, I own every part of you.
I knew who the mail was from, but I didn’t want to believe he was the one. Hawk Andrews, that’s what the initials stand for, what else does he want from me after ruining my life. Two pictures were attached to the mail, I downloaded it, and then clicked on it. I shut my eyes immediately I saw what it was.
Evil, morally reprehensible, a man whore, a sex addict. All these words qualify Hawk Andrews. He was far away from me, but he was still getting on my nerves, how was I supposed to carry on with today’s activity with the picture of his dick with a pre-cum on it graven in my head. Closing and opening my eyes didn’t stop the image from leaving my mind. I knew not to click on the second image, but I did anyway. It was a zoomed picture of his dick in my pussy, it made me moan loudly and my pussy clench.
I shut my phone down immediately as I sank my teeth into my lips.
“Slut,” I whisper, hitting my hands on my head. After all he did to you, after ruining you completely, you still want him.
I tried not to evoke poignant memories of my past, the traumatizing time I spent in the Andrew’s territory, but I failed woefully.
The last moment I spent with Hawk Andrews became fresh in my memories. His last words to me rang in my ears as I stared at the ceiling.
“I own you Mary Davies. No one is allowed to taste you, or even catch a glimpse of your skin. You are mine and you belong to me. Is that understood?”
A loud knock sounded on the door, and the door to my room opened. Justin stepped in, he was already prepared for school. He has his uniform on, his white shirt was unbuttoned and his tie was unknotted.
“Hi Mary,” he said with a straight face, I still don’t know if Justin likes me or not, I feel he sees me as an intruder in their home.
“Hey Justin, top of the morning to you.” I whispered, I didn’t know whether to thank him for yesterday’s help. If not for him, maybe his twin sister would have given the whole class an idea about my pregnancy.
I am well aware that there is no way they won’t find out. But I want to be ready for this, I need to be ready for the reactions they will throw at me. I want them to find out from me and no one else. I know I am a coward and I hate this weak part of me, but I can’t help it, I always end up chickening out. But I am prepping myself up for a huge surprise once the baby bump starts showing.
I am going to flaunt that baby bump for everyone to see, I don’t have the balls yet, but I actually hope I grow some wings before then. OD Eleven the blog writer of Sweet sensation has started a pep talk on self-esteem and confidence. Maintaining eye contact, that is the first thing I have to put to practice. I looked straight into Justin’s eyes, it was hard, I felt the urge to look away but I maintained eye contact.
“You zoned out, what were you thinking about?” Justin asked, stepping into my room fully.
“Anyway, I am not invited to the slum boy’s party, but since you are, I would like to go with you. Just see it as a way of saying thank you to me for helping out by getting Juliet out of the class before she spilled your secret.” He rushed out.
“I don’t know why you are hiding it though, it’s not like they won’t still find out. Just rip it off like a bandage plaster on a wound, it will hurt a lot but the pain won’t be forever.” He added, kissing his teeth.
“I came here to inform you that dad is around, he is in the sitting room. You should go and say hello before we leave for school.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, as he exited my room.
Well, I wasn’t prepared to meet my father. What will his reaction be, he is definitely going to be disappointed in me. I am like a good egg that turned out to be a bad egg.
I got raped, lost my virginity and became pregnant for my bully. I got up from my bed and walked towards the mirror close to my vanity table. Maybe I should consider writing my story and what will the title be, I laughed at my stupidity. Who will even want to read my bull shit of a story. Mary Davies, a straight A student becomes pregnant for the bully, so stupid. I scoffed at myself as I rubbed my tummy.
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I was dressed up for school, I know I had to go and greet my dad but I was worried about how his reaction is going to be. I know my dad, he won’t fail to express his disappointments.
I walked down the spiral stairs, skipping some steps. I walked into the large living room. My dad was sitting on one of the plush sofa’s in the sitting room. He was drinking a cup of coffee with one leg crossed against each other.
I went further inside, hoping he would notice me, but he didn’t. Maybe he was pretending to or not, I wasn’t sure about that.
I moved closer to him and stood directly in front of him, he raised his head up and looked at me. I was expecting a show of recognition or even a reaction. But I got none.
He still looked the same, just that he has some wrinkles now. His jawline were still sharp as before, his mustache has grown a little thicker and were connecting to his beards. His hair lines were already receding though.
“Did you change your perfume Juliet?” He asked, taking a sip from his cup of coffee.
“No dad,” Juliet said from behind me, she was just coming down from the stairs. My heart sank deeper into my chest. He noticed Juliet, but not me. So, I am simply not noticeable.
My dad dropped the cup of coffee on the glass table beside him.
As if remembering something, he cleared his throat loudly.
“Is that Mary?”
“Oh my goodness, I didn’t recognize you.” He said, standing up to hug me. I rolled my eyes, what a lame excuse. Which father doesn’t recognize his daughter. I have changed, but I haven’t changed that much. He must have been seeing the pictures mum sent to him in the past.
“My daughter.” He whispered.
“Is the story about me having a grandchild true?” He asked all of a sudden.
I nodded my head in response. “Yes, dad.” I whispered.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.
“I am sure there is nothing to talk about?” Juliet interrupted us.
I am not sure if my father is someone I can open up to, he ignored my presence when I came in here, now he wants to start acting like he cares.
“No,” I replied, forcing a smile on my face.
“I told you dad, there is nothing to talk about other than the fact that she opened her legs for someone with a tail in the front, who the fu*k still has sex without protection, have you never heard of the pill before, or even a condom?” Juliet said snickering.
“You won’t even be here if not for my mum, my dad already made up his mind not to have anything to do with you. Be grateful to my mum, you piece of shit.”
“Hear me clearly, you and your baby….”
“Are much better than you.” I finished up, cutting her off.”
“Don’t you ever try to insult my baby.” I said softly, but I meant every word. She was surprised, to be honest I was surprised too.
“Juliet, apologize to your sister now.” My dad said.
“She is not my sister and I won’t apologise, you can have me grounded.” Juliet said walking away.
“Mary,” my dad called out, but I didn’t wait to hear whatever he has to say.
My phone beeped, it was an email notification from HA. What does the idiot want from me again.
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