Pieces of Me Pua Ramona (read me a book txt) 📖

stop, I wanted him to stop. He kissed my neck, sucked on my earlobe, then whispered “I’m going to fuck you good little Sina.” He kissed me hard on my mouth and I felt him rubbing my clit. “You’re going to get wet for me baby, or it’s going to hurt when I slide inside of you” he whispered.

I don’t get turned on, but the pain in my heart was getting worse.

“GET OFF ME!” I screamed. I started hitting, and scratching him, but he didn’t flinch. He sat up and hit me again then wrapped his hands around my neck. He stuck his tongue in my mouth. I tried fighting him off, but it didn’t matter because he slammed himself inside of me, and I felt myself tear. I felt a part of me die. I couldn’t stop him so I just laid there while he did what he wanted to do to me. I stopped fighting because it didn’t matter anymore. I laid there and cried because the only thing that mattered to me was the baby that was growing inside of me.

“I’m coming Sina, I’m coming” he moaned. A few more thrusts and I could feel him coming inside of me, and I never hated anyone the way I hated Jackson. “Mm mm. That felt so fucking good” he said. He kissed me a few more times and said, “No one’s going to believe you if you decide to say anything. Everyone knows that I have a girlfriend. But it’s just a cover up because I want only you Sina.” He got out of my bed and started putting his clothes back on. I grabbed the cover and pulled it up so I could be fully shielded from his eyes and I broke. Jackson came back to my bed, he moved the covers away from my face and said “That pussy’s mine.” He showed me my panties. “And I’m keeping these for good memories.” He winked then walked out, but he took a step back in my room and said “Michael will know that another man’s dick was inside you. He’ll smell me on you.” He laughed the evilest laugh then he was gone.

My heart shattered. I wanted to call Mama, Luka, Daniel, Micah, and Megan, but I was ashamed. I didn’t want people to talk about our family and I didn’t want my family to worry about me. One thing that Jackson was right about was that no one would believe me. They’ll just say that I was looking for attention, or who knows maybe turn their backs and act like nothing happened.

I made the decision to keep this to myself forever. I got out of the bed and stripped the covers off. I threw them in the trash and I walked to my bathroom to wash myself off. My face was swollen, I had a cut on my lower lip and I had bruises on my neck from when he was choking me. I tried taking a deep breath, but I couldn’t breathe. I grabbed everything that I took when I left Michael and left the one place that made me feel safe, my home. I wrote mama a note to let her know where I was going then I left home. I drove to one of the places that made me feel at peace. The lake. I parked my car, got out and walked to where one of the spots that I always sat at. I took a seat on one of the rocks and I broke. I sat there and cried. Not only did I lose Michael that night but Jackson had also raped me in my own parent’s home. That night Michael broke me, and Jackson stole from me. I wanted to believe that it wasn’t my fault, but I didn’t. Because I wasn’t good enough for Michael, but I was good enough to get raped by my own relative. I sat there and cried for all the pieces that they took from me.

I heard someone walking, but I didn’t know who it was. I looked over to see who it was, and it was Eli Hunter. I knew who he was, but we’ve never had a conversation. He stopped and looked at me for a few seconds then I turned away from him. I didn’t want him to see me crying. Who knows he might just tell his best friend Reese Williams. We were all in the same grade growing up, I had a few classes with them. But never spoke to them because I was too busy being in love with Michael Moore. I took a deep breath and prayed that God would stick with me now because I was leaving home for good. I cried my secret into the lake and I left that part of me there. I had gotten in my car and drove myself to the airport. I had already had a full ride scholarship at NYU so I had booked my ticket to New York. I had boarded my flight, and had made a choice to never come back home.

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Jackson

Present day….

Fuck, I let my jealousy get the best of me and I lost fucking control. I hated that she was with Hunter, and it pissed me off that she smelled like him too. I wanted her to know that when I told her eight years ago that she was mine, I fucking meant it. Am I sorry that I raped her again? Not at all. But, I should’ve fucked her again before I left her whore ass at the lake. I wasn’t worried about her saying anything, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling angry because she was going back to Hunter. I had several scratches on my face and a bruise on my side but I didn’t fucking care. If I couldn’t have Sina, then no one else could. I would find a way to