Chapter 2: Memory
So far school has been a pain in my ass, and it’s only Friday. I walk into sixth period, happy that school is almost over. Taking my seat at the back of the classroom, I wait patiently for class to start. “Everyone, next week we are going to be doing a project. You will be working with partners that I’ll assign to you.” Mr. Myers says.
Once I heard the word project, I facepalm myself. I’ve never had a good experience with partners. All my partners would bail because they were partnered up with me, leaving me with all the work to do.
“Okay, let me give you the names of your partners.” He said.
He went row by row telling everyone who they would be working with. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, as I wait to hear who my partner was. “Kelly, you’ll be partners with Wyatt.” He says.
I groaned out loud.
Everyone’s eyes snapped towards me. Ignoring them, I turn and look at Wyatt. He was already looking at me with a smirk on his face. Turning back to Mr. Myers, I began my protest. “Sir, I want to work alone.”
Mr. Myers looks at me like I I’m crazy. The other kid’s gasps, probably because it’s their first time hearing me talk.
“And why is that, Ms.Moore?”
“Because I work better by myself, and working with someone else would be a distraction to me.”
“Well Ms. Moore, it’s good to have distractions sometimes.” He says, walking back to his desk. “No one is allowed to switch partners.” He then continues talking about the project, but I was too angry to give a damn. The bell rings and I shove my things into my bag and walk out of the classroom. I was walking fast down the hallway, not paying any mind to the people who I bump into. Just when I was about to walk into the gym, someone pulls my arm. Looking up at the person my face turns into a glare.
“Don’t touch me,” I sneer at Wyatt, pulling my arm out of his grip.
“I’m sorry.” He says, sliding his hand down to his side. “I just wanted to know when and where you wanted to start on the project?”
I thought about it for a minute. We definitely couldn’t go to my house, my uncle would punish me for days. And I sure as hell, was not going to his house.
“Tomorrow at the town’s library at three o’clock,” I answer.
Wyatt shook his head, not agreeing. “I can’t leave the house, I’m grounded.”
Great. The heavens must really hate me today!
“Fine, I’ll come to your house. What’s the address?” I ask.
He takes my phone and types in his address. Once he was done with my phone, I snatch it out of his hands. He looks like he was going to say something else, but I walk into the gym. Stopping him from saying whatever it was, that he was going to say.
Saturday rolled around pretty fast.
I sigh getting out of bed and brushing my teeth. I hate that stupid teacher and that stupid project. Finishing my morning hygiene routine, I walk into the kitchen. My uncle was sitting down, eating on the island. I got out an apple and a hot pocket from the fridge. Warming my hot pocket up, I wait for it to finish.
“Come here.” Says, my uncle. Stiffening I walk towards him, as he pats down on his lap. I hesitate but, eventually did as he asked. His hands around my waist as he pulls me towards him.
“You have work today?” He asks, putting his face in the crook of my neck.
“Yes.” I lie. He couldn’t know that I was leaving the house to go work on a project. My uncle would be pissed, especially if he knew my partner was a boy. He would punish me a lot more.
“What time?” He asks, putting his hands on my shirt.
“One, in the afternoon.” I push back the tears in my eyes, already knowing where this was leading.
“Good, I have plenty of time.” He says. His hand went inside my bra, squeezing my tits. I shut my eyes and wish that he would stop.
He made me stand up so that he could pull down his pants. “Take off your shorts and panties.” He commands. My hand began to shake as I pulled off my shorts. I really don’t want to do this. Once my shorts were off, he roughly pulls my arm and drags me to the living room couch. He sat down on the couch and spreads his legs wide.
“Ride me!” He commands. I quickly shook my head no. Anger flashes through his eyes, as he stands up from the couch and walks towards me. “You will do what I say when I say it!” He yells, grabbing me by my hair and slamming my face into the nearest wall. I let out a small cry because of the pain on my face. He pulls me from the wall, my hair still in his fist and made me stands in front of the couch. He sits down and spreads his legs apart. “Now, you’re going to ride me, or else I’m going to fuck up that pretty little face ten times more. Okay?”
I nod my head silently. Climbing on top of him, I position his manhood to my entrance and sat down. My uncle’s eyes roll to the back of his head, as I bounce up and down on his manhood. I kept my eyes closed the whole time, not enjoying one bit of it.
“Faster.” He grunts. I speed up a little while he holds down my hips. He releases inside me, which causes me to cringe. I remove myself from him and walk to my room, shutting the door in the process. “Even after all these years, you’re still so tight!” He shouts, chuckling. Tears fall from my eyes as I made my way to the bathroom and jump into the shower. I remembered how he released inside of me and thank the heavens that I was on birth control.
History couldn’t repeat itself.
Getting out the shower I quickly get dressed. Looking in the mirror I saw that my face was now bruised, so I decide to put on some makeup to cover my bruises. I step out of my room, seeing that my uncle was nowhere in plain sight. I walk out the house.
It was only one in the afternoon and I didn’t have to be at Wyatt’s house till three, so I decide to go visit my mothers grave. It’s been awhile since I had last been to see her grave, and I felt nervous. Walking to the flower shop, I pick up some roses before going to the town’s graveyard. Taking in my surroundings, I walk past all the tombstones and stop once I saw hers. Her stone read,
Marie Anne Moore
Beloved mother, daughter, sister, and friend.
May you rest in peace.
I place the roses on her gravestone and walk away. I couldn’t find anything to say to her. Even though she’s dead, I’m mad at her. I know it sounds stupid, but I am. I’m even mad at God.
They both abandoned me and left me with the person that hates me most in all the world.