Page 5 of Black Wave

He studies me to see if I will continue this conversation, but instead, he says, “You will move in with me after graduation.”

This time, I can’t hide the annoyance in his commands over my life. “What if I don’t want to move in with you, Julian? I don’t want to leave my sister.” I immediately regret showing my emotions and love for my sister, even though he knows we are close. I have never expressed how much being away from her would hurt me.

He turns his body toward mine and grabs my face harshly. “Need I remind you what would happen to your parents’ jobs if you disagree with my wishes? What about your sister? Do youwant to continue a relationship with her, because I have been very accommodating with your love for your family. I believe in that, Emma. I, too, am a family man, and you are part of mine now.”

I sink into myself and think before I speak this time. “Of course, Julian. I am your family now, but please don’t hurt my family.”

“I won’t hurt your family, Emma. You know that it doesn’t have to be this way.” He gently kisses my mouth and licks across my lips, demanding access.

I open my mouth, and he takes the kiss further. He unbuckles my seat belt and pulls me onto him, my skirt fanning above his trousers. I feel his erection pushing through the fabric of my panties. He lifts me, unfastening his belt and unzipping his pants. He pulls his cock out and fists it several times. He pushes my panties aside and lowers me before shoving his cock through my entrance swiftly.

I gasp at the intrusion of his dick. He fucks me in the back seat of his SUV with his driver hearing his grunts, not attempting to hide the fact that he is getting off. He brings me closer to kiss him, but when I turn my head, he bites my neck as he comes in a couple of jerky movements. He pulls me off him and again places me on the seat.

I go to grab the seat belt, and he stops me. I look up at him, and he smiles at me. “Are you forgetting something, Emma?”

I look at him and wrinkle my nose in confusion. “No,” is all I can say.

He tsks at me. “You forgot to clean me off, Emma.” He looks at his now semi-flaccid dick, and then, to be clear, he says, “With your mouth, Emma.”

He grabs my head and pushes me down toward his cock. I sigh, resigned to the task, and gently hold his dick. I proceed to lick him up and clean up his mess. When satisfied with my job,he pulls my mouth off with a pop. My head rests back on the seat, and he buckles me back in. He pulls me in and kisses my forehead, appearing to care about me.

Soon enough, we are in front of my parents’ house. The driver parks, and Julian reminds me that he will be gone again this weekend but will call me when he returns. The driver quickly opens the door. I can’t meet his eyes, mortified by what I just did with him sitting in the front seat acting like he didn’t hear Julian fuck me and how I provided his aftercare with my fucking mouth. Ugh. I jump out of the car and walk to the front door without looking back. I step through that door, determined to end this relationship with Julian, and know that things will never be the same after tonight.

CHAPTER 3

Emma

Ipace the living room, waiting for Evie to get home. I grab my AirPods, and “Nowhere To Go” by Bad Omens plays. I walk back and forth, waiting for the door to swing open, showing the face of my salvation on the other end. In what seems like days, she walks through the front door as I run up to her—ripping the AirPods that I had been using as a distraction out of my ears. She hears my quick footsteps on the tiled floor and looks up, surprised I am running her way.

“Oh, Evie. I can’t take it anymore.” The tears I had been holding spring free and cascade down my cheeks.

“Shhh, Emma.” She drops her bags on the floor with a thunk and strokes my head. She tries to whisper reassuring words of comfort, but there is no stopping the long-overdue tears that are free-flowing without abatement anytime soon. “It will be okay. I promise you, Emma.”

“You don’t know that, Evie. Please don’t make promises you can’t keep.” I sniffle and try my best to stop the tears. Evie pulls me closer and moves the hair sticking to my drying tears away from my face.

“Emma, we will tell Mom and Dad when they get home. I can’t watch you lose yourself to this guy. He’s such an abusive piece of shit.”

I snort and remark, “That’s an understatement,” as I try to sit up straighter on the couch.

“Come on. Let’s clean you up before Mom and Dad get home from work. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.”

With that, we go upstairs. I change my clothes, wash my face, and brush my teeth, removing any reminder of Julian from my mouth. Evie and I sit and plan to bring this up to our parents. Ultimately, we decide on a straightforward approach to let them know the severity of my situation.

An hour has gone by, and I’m sitting across from Evie, who is sitting on the bed twirling the twisted heart ring I gave her, when the sound of the door opening and closing interrupts me from my thoughts.

Shortly after, I hear my mom’s usual call of, “Evie. Emma. We’re home. You girls there?” alerting us they are both home from work. The familiarity of it makes me smile, if only for a minute.

I quickly sit up ramrod straight in bed. I know it’s showtime, but I am nervous about my parents’ reaction to my situation. Will they blame me for allowing this? I blamed myself for not being strong enough to handle this situation alone.

Sensing my thoughts of impending doom, Evie extends her hand to comfort my racing mind as we walk downstairs together in a unified front. It’s time for me to tell them about my relationship with Julian. I just hope they can help.

My mom starts crying. She doesn’t even say anything, just starts bawling her eyes out, and that’s when I know it’s worse than I thought.

“Mom, are you okay?” I go to touch her shoulder, and she jumps up from her seat on the couch and wraps herself around me.

“I’m so sorry, Emma. I didn’t realize you had been going through all this alone. I should have seen it. I should have known. I’m your mother. I should have protected you. With you now, and with E-vie then...” she cries, referring to the attempted sexual assault on my sister four years ago.

“Mom, you couldn’t have prevented that attack and certainly didn’t know about Julian.” I am comforting her now, and the irony isn’t lost on me. I’ve had months to process the situation, whereas she just learned about it today.

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