Celeste (1)
I always hated my father's fancy dinner parties. Just a night of shmoozing. I was ultimately here just to be eyes candy for his partners sons. I was sitting at a table by myself nursing a glass of wine when My father walks over.
Dad: Celeste, you remember my partner Thomas Covington and his son Nathan Covington?
Me: I do.
I stand up and extend my hand. Nathan takes it and raises it to his lip's places a kiss to the back of it. I go through this at least 15 times at these dinners. Now he's going to leave me alone with his son.
Dad: Me and Thomas need to talk business. You kids get acquainted.
Seen it coming a mile away. Now he's going to stand here awkwardly then ask me for a dance. He clears his throat.
Nathan: Maybe I have this dance?
Me: I would be my honor.
I hate my life so much. It's like my life is on a rinse and repeat cycle. Once this dance ends, he's going to ask if I want to get out of here and find a quieter place to "talk", but we all know what the "talk" really is. Time to see how right I was. The song ends.
Nathan: You're a lovely dancer.
Me: Why, thank you.
Nathan: Want to go somewhere quieter so we can talk?
Just as I'm about to decline, my father walks over and place a hand on my shoulder. He whispers in my ear.
Dad: Go! This deal is almost sealed. Don't fuck this up.
I extend my hand out to Nathan. He gladly accepts it and leads me down a hall into my father's study. My father already had set this up. How else would he know this was an empty room when this is my house. As I step into the room, he closes the door behind us. He pulls me against his chest and start kissing on my neck.
Me: Stop it.
Nathan: Don't be like that.
Me: I said stop it!
Nathan: Don't act all high and mighty now. I know what all you spoiled rich girls want.
Me: You don't know me!
Nathan: I don't but I know you want to be bent over that desk right now.
He pulls me over to the desk. I try to pull away but he's too strong. He bends me over and starts lifting up my dress.
Me: I said stop!
He ignores my pleas for him to stop. He lifts my dress pinned my arms down behind me. He pulls my panties down.
Me: I said stop! I'll tell my father!
He starts laughing. He leans in closer than I'd like him to be. His breathe hot on my ear.
Nathan: Daddy gave me permission to take what I want princess.
He slams into me roughly. Not caring if he was hurting me or that I was crying. I had to get out of this. I stomp on his foot and try to make a run for it when he grabs my dress and slightly rips it. I keep moving. I hurry out the room in the main hall. Tears streaming my face.
Me: DAD!!!!!!!!!!
My father comes over to me. Grabbing me up by my arm. Nathan comes out of his study looking like nothing ever happened.
Dad: What the hell is wrong with you coming out here looking like that?
Me: HE TRIED TO RAPE ME!
Nathan: She's lying.
He stands there looking smug with his hands in his pocket. I charge at him when my father's partner walks over.
Thomas: Marcus, what have you raised?! How dare you daughter come onto my son and then call it rape?
Dad: I'll have a talk with her.
Pulling by my arm, he drags me to his study. He flings me into there before he closes the door.
Me: Da--.
He slaps me across the face. I touch my face. Cheek stinging from the slam. I thought it was over until he takes his other hand to my other cheek.
Dad: Celeste! You had one fucking job! Keep that boy happy!
Me: HE TRIED TO RAPE ME! SEEING HOW HIS DICK WENT IN ME, HE DIDNT TRY HE DID!
He slaps me again. He pushes me down in the chair and gets in my face. Rage written all over his face.
Dad: I wouldn't care if he invited everyone at this party to fuck you! You would have done whatever he wanted so I could close that fucking deal!
Me: Y-you can't be serious?
He grabs my chin roughly and forces me to look at him. I look away. He then roughly grabs my jaw.
Dad: You will do whatever they want next time! Understand?!
Me: I won't be a sex slave for your deals!
He slaps me across the face. Any sign of my father was gone.
Dad: Do you understand?!
I stay silent. He starts huffing and puffing. Unleashing slap after slap on me.
Me: OK!!!!!!
Dad: Good girl! Now keep your fucking ass in here. I'll be back once the party is over.
Me: What am I supp--?
He raises his hand at me again and I shut my mouth. He leaves the room slamming the door behind him. My face was on fire. I start crying. I walk over to the mirror in his study and look at myself. I was no longer a socialite. I had been born a socialite. But with my mother passing. I was reduced to a whore for my father's back-alley deals. The bargaining tool to get what he wanted. Was only a matter of time before he was bargaining me off to his partners instead of their sons. Suddenly the door opens. I quickly use my hair to hide my face.
Voice: Oh, sorry. Didn't know anyone was in here.
Me: It's fine.
Voice: I'm Elon. Elon Carmichael. And you?
Me: Celeste Barrington.
Elon: Ah! The rich pricks daughter. Please don't tell him I said that.
I let out a slight laugh. At least someone wasn't scared to call my father what he really was.
Me: Your secrets safe with me.
Elon: Mind if I hang out in here for a while? I hate these events. My father insists on dragging me to them.
Me: Sure.
The room grows quiet. I turn around and jump. He was standing right in front of me. He goes to touch my face and I turn away.
Me: The disobedient daughter.
Me: No!
Elon: I know the markings all too well. Dated many of them.
He tucks some hair behind my ear. He places a soft kiss on each cheek. He smiles down at me.
Elon: You're beautiful even with swollen cheeks. Keep your chin up. Things will get better.
He leaves the room. My cheeks were burning more from his kiss than the slaps I received from my father.
