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Celebros – Who the hell is Carrie?? And Matilda?? Thank you for reviewing my story!!
Anyway.. thank you to Dalik Taltoka, Mel Cooley and MorganTW for reviewing this story!!
O yeah.. this chapter is slightly X-rated… :P Enjoy!!
Chapter 2
The talk between Jezebel’s adoptive parents and that perverted dog was like a blur to her. It was almost like she was in the same room but at the same time, she wasn’t. The stinging cut on her face had brought her back to the incident in the hall earlier on.
I have done nothing to them and they treat me like this just because of the strange colours of my eyes? Jezebel asked herself incredulously. What can I do that will make them accept me and not shun me aside?
Jezebel was dimly aware of her adoptive parents asking her something – telling her something, to be exact, since they never bother to ask for her opinion in anything – and it wasn’t until she felt a few long and sharp fingernails digging into her cheeks did Jezebel snapped back to reality. Mrs. Dent had grasped her face firmly with her thumb on Jezebel’s right cheek while the rest digging into the left.
Mrs. Dent’s sharp thumb had broke the dried-up wound on Jezebel’s face. A small trickle of blood escaped and rolled down her cheek.
“Looks like someone’s hurt! I hope it leaves enough mark to scar your ugly face forever!” hissed Mrs. Dent viciously while narrowing her eyes. “Who did this to you? Maybe I should send the culprit a bouquet of flower to show my gratitude!”
Jezebel’s hands curled into fists as Mrs. Dent continued to smile sickeningly at her. Her blood started to boil again and Jezebel had a hard time keeping herself from wrapping her fingers around that neck and twist it.
I need to cool down. I have done enough damage in one day, thought Jezebel to herself as she tried her best to control her anger.
Mrs. Dent released her vice-like grip on Jezebel’s face and looked down at her.
“You will go and stay at your Uncle Dominique’s place for a few days. We are tired of watching you darkening out house with your presence,” said Mrs. Dent, and then without waiting for a reply, she turned around and walked away, leaving Jezebel with her mouth agape. She knew her foster parents would never believe her about Dominique’s perverted ways and she had no friends or other relatives to help her.
Oh goodie, time to bring out the tools needed to cut off his little birdie, thought Jezebel sarcastically before sinking back into her gloom.
After swallowing down the tasteless dinner, Jezebel trudged upstairs and into her room, looking forlorn. She opened her tiny cupboard and looked at her pathetically small collection of tasteless, cheap clothes. After staring at them for a moment, Jezebel made up her mind and pulled everything down before stuffing them into a big duffel bag. Then she grabbed her books from the table before sulking back down to the living room.
The pervert was standing in the hallway while chatting animatedly with the Dents. Seeing Jezebel standing there with her stuff, they stopped talking and the hosts started to usher them out of the door.
The door slammed shut, only allowing a faint trickle of light through. Jezebel gulped before turning to look at the handsome man beside her. Those green eyes glittered strangely and Jezebel hoped that Dominique wasn’t going to drive her to a secluded place and rape her in the car!
Dominique allowed a sick smile to play on his lips before grabbing Jezebel’s forearm and practically dragged her to the SUV parked at the side of the road.
Jezebel clambered into the seat behind the driver’s, hoping she wouldn’t see that sickening face looking at her. She hugged her duffel bag to her chest protectively as the pervert brought the car’s engine roaring to life. He seemed slightly disappointed that Jezebel had chosen to sit behind instead of beside him.
The inside of the car smelt strange. It was like a mixture of sweat and perfume, leather and another indistinguishable smell. As they passed under a streetlight, Jezebel could see stains all over the leather seat, and none of them looked like food stains.
After fifteen minutes of sitting in that smelly car in silence, the SUV stopped in front of a driveway leading to a Victorian house. The house looked spooky from the outside. Perfect for a scary movie, thought Jezebel wryly to herself.
The garden looked surprisingly pretty and well kept for a man like Dominique. Jezebel’s heart sped up as she neared the door leading into the house, and probably even her doom. Wordlessly, Dominique opened the door and gestured for Jezebel to enter into the dark interior of the house and pressed her back against the wall next to the door as the door slammed closed. She could feel Dominique’s hot breath on her face as he stood uncomfortably near Jezebel, Dominique’s muscled thighs pressing against her softer ones.
Jezebel’s brain was blank and she didn’t know how to react. She had imagined kicking the pervert’s weakest spot – which was ‘down there’ – a million times but right now, all she could do was to stand there like a dummy. As Dominique’s mouth covered Jezebel’s hungrily, her brain sprang into action at once. She placed her palms flat on the man’s hard chest and shoved as hard as she could.
“What the hell are you doing?” demanded Jezebel as she tried her best to hold back the tears gathering in her eyes. She was so afraid that she hoped someone – anyone – would come to her rescue. She couldn’t bear the thought of living with a man like Dominique even for a few days. People hated Jezebel because of her eyes, but somehow, it seemed to spur him on.
“Nothing!” replied the man innocently. “I just want to switch on the light.” He continued towards Jezebel and she flattened herself against the wall again. She heard a soft ‘click’ and the hallway was illuminated by a cheap chandelier hanging down from the ceiling. Dominique gave Jezebel another innocent smile before turning around.
“Come on,” called Dominique over his shoulder as he moved towards the staircase. “I’ll show you where you’d be sleeping.”
Jezebel stood rooted for a few seconds before following him apprehensively.
The two of them reached the landing – with Jezebel standing closer to the stairs and out of reach of Dominique – and the muscular man gestured to a room on his right.
“This is your room, and mine’s right next to it,” said Dominique. “The two of us would be sharing a bathroom. There’s a door in your room that will lead you into it and another door in the bathroom that will bring you to my bedroom. So if you can’t sleep tonight, you are always welcome to my bedroom and we will do something fun and exciting then!”
Jezebel was so repulsed by what he had just said that she stalked straight into her room and slammed the door as hard as she could.
To her greatest relief, Jezebel heard water running and she knew she was safe for the time being. She didn’t think much when she heard the water stopped running and it wasn’t until the bathroom door in her room flung open did she realize her mistake – she never should have let her guard down!
Standing at the doorway was a naked Dominique with his impressive six-pack rippling as he advanced into Jezebel’s room and his ‘thing’ engorged. His hair was a little wet and messy from the shower and the smell of shower crème assaulted Jezebel’s nose as she fled out of the bed towards the door. She let out an ear-piercing scream and she yanked at the door towards safety – it was locked from the outside!
Rough hands spun Jezebel around and Dominique pressed his naked body against Jezebel’s, trapping her between him with his huge appendage and the door. The would-be rapist yanked hard at Jezebel’s pyjamas and the sleeve torn, revealing her milky white arm.
“Get off of me! Please!” Jezebel pleaded as tears streamed down her face. When her pleas fell on deaf ears, she screamed again, this time achieving nothing but a slap across her face hard enough to send her onto the carpeted floor.
“Now is not the time to scream, but you can moan, groan and scream all you want when I’m fucking you a few minutes later!” said Dominique. His voice was ragged and he was breathing hard as if he had ran a mile.
Power crackled across Jezebel’s right palm while she stood up shakily. Her lower lip had broken and was bleeding when she fell down. She thrust her arm forward, aiming right at Dominique’s broad chest and sent him flying back into the bathroom.
Jezebel gathered her belongings together and blasted the locked door to smithereens before running down the stairs. She blasted the door out of the house as well and escaped into the night.
She was so busy thinking about what had happened and about her future that Jezebel didn’t notice the old woman walking out of a house, carrying a black rubbish bag. The two of them collided and Jezebel sent the rubbish flying and the frail lady onto the ground, where she laid unmoving with her green eyes wide open, staring hard at Jezebel.
P.S. – this story goes along with Different Eyes : Erich so Celebros, please go and read it as well or else you might have trouble following the storyline because characters from both of these stories are going to come together in the sequel… :D
