Ugly(33)

“I’m fine, dear.” She turns and looks at me, and I see her lip is fat and has split.

“Mrs. Hackly, what happened?” I rush over to her, but I’m unsure on what I can do to help her.

“Oh this.” She touches her lip and smiles at me. “Last night I fell out of bed. Hit my face on the corner of my bedside table. Stupid really. Who falls out of bed? Obviously, me. Just a silly woman.” She turns the meat on the stove top and turns back to preparing the vegetables.

But I know, there’s more to it. I know bruises like that, I’ve experienced them before. “You can tell me,” I hint in a soft voice.

“Nothing to tell, dear. Nothing to tell. A foolish old lady falling out of bed. That’s all.”

I have to respect her words and trust she’s telling me the truth, or maybe it’s her version of it. “Okay.” I look over what’s cooking, “What’s for dinner?”

“Ribs, mashed potatoes, and asparagus. I don’t need any help here, you can go spend some time with Trent.”

Automatically I feel my breath drain as I leave the kitchen. I don’t want to spend time with him, because I don’t want to have sex with him. I leave the kitchen, and Mr. Hackly walks past me. “Did you see the doctor?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re covered?”

I feel my face turn red, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He keeps walking away from me.

“Lily, come upstairs,” Trent calls me. Here goes. As slowly as I can drag my legs I walk up the stairs and go into his room. Leaving the door open I walk over to where he’s sitting on the bed. “Close the door,” he instructs me.

I turn and close the door, and lock it. As much as I don’t want to have sex with him, I’d be even more humiliated if his mom or dad walked in. “Is your mom okay? She has a fat lip.”

“She fell. She’ll be fine. Come sit here.” He pats the bed beside him. I sit down and wait. He leans into me, and starts to kiss me, his hands all over me. That’s normal for him, to feel my breasts and he’s putting his hands inside my panties and touching me. “After dinner, you need to have a shower so you can wash the smell off you, because tonight I’m coming into your room and we’re having sex.” He continues kissing me.

“Okay?” Although he’s asking, it’s more rhetorical.

We keep kissing, doing what Trent wants to do until his mom calls us for dinner.

When we get downstairs, he smacks my bottom and tells me to hurry up with dinner. When I sit, I try and take as long as I can, but Trent keeps eyeing me and mouthing the words ‘hurry up’. No one really talks tonight, Mrs. Hackly asks how my first day of work was, but I noticed she wasn’t really listening when I responded. So I opted to remain quiet, and just eat my dinner.

“May I be excused?” I ask once I’m done. Mr. Hackly nods, and I leave to have a shower. I take as long as I can in there, not wanting to get out of the bathroom.

Once I delay it as long as I can, I put my pajamas on and go into my room, where Trent is lying on my bed, with just his boxers on. “Hey, babe. You took your time. Wanted to make sure you were extra clean for me, right? Come here.” He sits up in bed and puts his feet on the floor. My heart’s beating so fast it feels like it’s growing wings and is about to take off. My hands are sweating and I’m shaking from nerves.

Trent stands and removes my clothes, leaving me completely naked in front of him. I move my hands so they’re covering my body, but he gently takes them and lowers them beside my body. “I’m nervous,” I whisper. What I want to say is, please don’t do this, please wait, but he’s already made it clear, he’s going to take what he wants.

“You’re really pretty, Lily. But next time, you have to shave this bush.” He points to my vagina.

I’m now humiliated and nervous. “Okay,” I murmur.

“Lie on the bed and open your legs.” I lay on the bed, and open my legs.





I’ve been living at Trent’s house for nearly four months now, and in three weeks we’ll be leaving to go to university together.

I’ve been working at the store every possible opportunity I get. I’m so proud that in the thirteen weeks I’ve worked here, I’ve managed to save a little over two thousand dollars. I even managed to buy another copy of my beloved book.

Trent has sex with me whenever he wants. The first night he did it twice to me, and it hurt. But he said it’s supposed to hurt, that’s how he knows how much I love him. I don’t like it, I don’t enjoy it, but if I lay there and let him do whatever he wants, he finishes quite quickly and then goes back to his room.