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“Nah. I like you here. My dick likes you here.” He held my jaw in his hand and pulled my face close to his. He was flawless. Not one scar or mark. No hair out of place. He was still creeping me out.
He forced a kiss to my lips and I pulled back. “Eric, no.”
“Stop bullshitting, Lucy. Open your goddamn legs like I know you want to.” He flipped me on my back and I slammed my thighs shut.
“Eric, I’m serious. This isn’t happening. I know I play around a lot but I’m not playing right now.” I slid back into the corner of the couch but he yanked me closer and forced my legs open. I regretted having on a skirt. I regretted thinking this stupid ass scheme was a good idea. I regretted everything.
“You don’t have to be playing. I’m not playing right now either. I want this pussy.” He unbuckled his belt and kissed my neck while I thrashed against him. “Stop fighting it, Lucy. You’re a messy little slut anyway. Give me what I want and I won’t tell Nora that you’re trying to fuck me.”
“I’m not,” I squeaked.
“That’s what I’ll tell her.” He hooked his fingers inside of my panties and worked them down around my thighs.
“Stop!” I shrieked. Terror pulsed through me. I broke out in a sweat and tried in vain to push him off me. He was too solid and strong though. “Nora!” I shouted.
“Oh, now you’re calling your sister? She’s sleeping, Lucy.”
“No, I’m not, motherfucker.” A loud clank rang out and Eric tore himself away from me. I looked up to see Nora standing over him with a cast iron frying pan. Eric stumbled back, clutching his head. I stood up and looked at Nora with wide eyes.
“You didn’t bring one for me, bitch?” I asked.
“Sorry. Quick thinking.” I shrugged and hurled a heavy crystal picture frame at him.
“Nora, your sister was trying to fuck me,” Eric slurred. Nora got him pretty good with that pan. I didn’t know how he was still standing. He wouldn’t be for long though.
“Looks like you were trying to fuck her…against her will, Eric. Get out!”
“No, I’m not leaving. This is my house. Lucy needs to leave.” He rested against the wall and that’s when I saw the bloody gash Nora opened up on his head.
“I called Abel,” Nora whispered to me. “That’s what took so long. I would have been down here sooner.”
“It’s okay, Sissy.” I kissed her cheek. In the next minute, the front door flew open and I heard Abel barge in. “We’re in here, Abel!” Nora shouted.
“Abel, it wasn’t me. You know how Lucy is, right?” Eric still wasn’t unconscious. What the fuck? Abel looked like a madman. He didn’t hear a word Eric said because he was punching him in the face repeatedly.
“You touched my little sister?” He grunted as his fist crashed down. I actually felt bad for Eric.
Okay, I’m lying.
I didn’t.
It sounded nice though.
“Okay, Abel, he’s out,” Nora shouted, rubbing Abel’s shoulders. He still hit Eric though. I knew I was the only one who could get him off so I walked over and wrapped my arms around him from behind.
“It’s okay, Abel.” He stopped immediately. He turned to look at me and rushed me with a tight hug.
“Are you okay, Luce?” He sighed.
“I’m okay, Abel.” I buried my face in his neck and he gripped me tighter while tears rolled down my cheeks. We stayed like that for a long time until Nora nudged her way inside our hug circle.
“Let me call the cops,” Abel said. I nodded and sat on Nora’s lap while she stroked my hair.
“What happened, Luce?” She asked, kissing my neck.
“I couldn’t do it, Nora. I wasn’t going to go through with it. Eric was way more intense than I expected. I didn’t have to do anything. He was all over me.”
“Yeah, I saw that. I mean…what made you change your mind?”
