Page 36 of Like Fathers, Like Son
“You weren’t a fucking virgin, Anneka, don’t be ridiculous.”
She buried her face in the pillow, sobbing harder, while I stared at my cock, at that blood. She hadn’t been a virgin, I was sure of it. She’d given it up to that asshole Nicky Boon back in school. Why was she lying to me?
More to the point, her blood was on my cock and I wasn’t wiping it away. I should be, I should be moving on, and getting on to the next stage of my plan, but that blood. It was consuming me, and suddenly I had no idea what I was doing anymore.
I grabbed the discarded bedding and draped it over Anneka, then I left the room. I couldn’t lock her door, because the key was in my jeans and they were still on the floor in her room. I didn’t want to go back in there though. I needed to think. I needed to understand what I’d just done. I’d always intended to force her, to make her take it because it was what I wanted.It was how it was supposed to be, wasn’t it?
I sat on the bed in my own room, and stared at my phone. I should call my dads. They’d know, right? They’d understand. They’d guide me, just like they always had.
“Hello?”
Shit. It was mum. “Uh… mum, it’s me.”
“Blaze! I miss you, sweetie. How are you doing at the old house? Do you need me to bring you some supplies?” God no, she couldn’t come here!
“No! Uh… I’m fine. Is dad there? Either of them?”
She paused for a fraction of a second.
“No. What’s wrong, Blaze? Do you need help?”
Did I? I didn’t want to worry her at all, but now it seemed like I’d managed it anyway.
“I uh… I had a sex question, that’s all. I know we’re all kinda open about stuff, but I thought I’d be speaking to one of them, ya know.”
She laughed softly, and I could just picture her blonde hair flying as she shook her head.
“Trust me, they aren’t the best advisors when it comes to that stuff. Can I help?”OH god. Can my mum help? Can my mum answer a fucking sex question? This was the most humiliating thing… well, maybe the second… I stared down at my cock though, soft and flaccid, but still streaked with blood.
I tugged at my hair as I argued with myself, finally letting out a frustrated groan. It wasn’t like I’d researched this shit specifically, because I’d been so certain Anneka was experienced, like the slut I knew her to be. Had I been wrong this whole time?
“Jesus… do women bleed when it’s their first time? How… how do I know for sure if it’s their first time?”
Mum was quiet for a moment, then I heard her telling the boys to go to their room. Damn. The door closed in the background, and she cleared her throat.
“What did you do, Blaze? I know we encourage you to express yourself, but there is an age of consent in this country, and-”
“Jesus, mum! Of course it wasn’t with some kid. What do you take me for? It’s just… well, I don’t know enough to know, and there was blood, so…”
Anneka
I MUST HAVE FALLEN asleep after what he did to me, and I wasn’t even sure how that was possible, when I felt like my heart had been broken along with my poor body. Had he intentionally hurt me, or was he really so incredibly clueless that he couldn’t tell?
My arms were sore from being cuffed, even though I could move them enough to stop them locking up, and my pussy and thighs were sore, feeling beaten and bruised. Had it really been as bad as it had felt, as it felt now, or was I dramatising it in my head now?
I struggled to lift the light covers and tried to look down there. I could see a smear of blood on my left thigh, and that was enough of a horrific reminder for me. I’d been raped by Blaze. He’d taken my virginity cruelly, and brutally, and he’d probably impregnated me in the process.
The door suddenly opened and I flinched, struggling to cover up again, as Blaze walked in. He was wearing a pair of jeans but his chest was bare. It was then that I realised what I was seeing on his skin, what I hadn’t absorbed during the horror earlier.
My name.My name over and over, tattoos of various colours and designs, and my name was incorporated into every single one of them. There was a lot of red, like the colour my hair used to be, and he was just covered in them. He really was obsessed with me, but some of these tattoos were violent and savage. There was a woman with a knife in her heart, and my name beside it. Another said ‘Anneka is hellbound’. Hellbound? Like I was some kind of monster? Something evil?
“I brought you some water,” Blaze said, almost sounding contrite as he approached the bed with a glass in his hand.
“Water?” Yeah I could use that, unfortunately, if for no other reason than to get rid of the taste of his damn cock.
“Yeah,” he offered me a small smile, like somehow he was doing something special for me.
“Oh goody. That’ll make me a virgin again.”
