Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male(57)

“Thirteen. My pops didn’t sleep well at night until I knew how to defend myself. My father failed miserably at being a dad. He was cool for a while after my mom left. I mean for years, it was just me and him. Most nights were spent with my best friend, Kat, and her mom. But my dad stayed a part of my life until Bunny came around.”

I chuckled.

“Bunny? Was that her real name?”

I don’t know what’s up with people and the horrible nicknames they call themselves.

“You know, I have no clue. That was just what she told me to call her. Anyway, when she got there, my father started to change. Or maybe he was changing before she got there. I can’t quite remember. But I knew the first day she came to live with us that I was in hell.”

“Was she abusive?”

‘Please, say no.’

“No, she wasn’t physically abusive. But mentally she was. She would work me to death, though. I cooked and cleaned for both of them. One good thing, though, is that I had Kat and her mom. That is, until they moved away. When they did, I had no choice but to be around Bunny all day, every day. That summer after my thirteenth birthday, my dad’s father came to visit. It was the first time I had ever met the man. He was big and tall like my father, but his eyes were much harder. He was scary, even. He bullied my father around and made him do things around the house that he normally wouldn’t do. He hated Bunny. He bullied her, too. I just sat back and enjoyed it. What he did for me, though, was something that no one had done since I was born: he took care of me.”

“He bought me expensive clothes, shoes, the latest purses. I mean, he spoiled me rotten. He made sure I ate breakfast, had money for lunch, and that I ate a proper dinner that I didn’t have to cook. When I was thirteen, I was a very shapely girl. My breasts were huge, and I didn’t have proper bras. So guess who took care of that."

“Your pops.”

I laughed. “Yup, my pops.”

“Is that when you came to live with him? He couldn’t resist your undeniable beauty?” I asked her.

“No, unfortunately, he couldn’t take me with him when he left. He tried, though. But my father was—or rather, still is—a vindictive bastard. At the end of the summer, my pops told me he had to leave. He wanted to take me, but my father placed a restraining order against him. So if he took me without my father’s consent, it would be kidnapping. To be honest, I don’t think my father would have cared either way. But Bunny, I think, talked him into keeping me. She wanted a slave. She hated me. She did everything she could to make me feel horrible about myself and my looks. My pops made me feel beautiful. But when he left, so did that feeling. He did, however, buy me a cell phone. He told me to call one particular number in the phone if I was ever in trouble, and he couldn’t get to me.”

“I never thought I would have to use that number. I mean, I called pops all the time. I even spoke to my grandmother, who I also had never met. They were great. My pops would help me study when I needed help. He was amazing to me. The day I started to fear for my safety was when Bunny’s brother came to live with us. I didn’t remember his name, really. But he was very creepy looking—big guy, overweight, dirty—and the way he used to look at me was terrifying.”

She shivered, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around her tighter.

“I told my pops about him, and do you know what’s weird? One day I came home from school, and there was a lock on my bedroom door. It was a door handle type lock, but it wasn’t there before. I also think pops spoke to my dad. Suddenly, Bunny would always be home when her brother was there. But this one day she got mad at my dad and left the house. I was alone, of course, so I took a shower to get ready for school. When I got out, her brother was there, and Bunny was not.”

I groaned.

“Do I really want to hear the rest of this?”

“It’s up to you,” she told me.

I really thought about it before I answered. Do I want to be pissed off again, ready to kill someone else?

“Alright, tell me,” I said, finally.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I want to know everything. Even the bad shit. So go ahead.”

I felt her look up at me, but I had my eyes closed. I was bracing for what she was about to tell me.

“Well, I don’t remember everything he said to me. But he called me a tease and told me I wanted him; shit like that. Well, I quickly kicked him in the balls and ran for my room. I closed and locked the door. Then I pushed my dresser up against the door to be sure to keep him out. My door was flimsy, so I knew the lock wouldn’t keep him out forever. And, man, did he want in my room.”