She was always alone, didn't really have friends, and those she called friends were always betraying her. She never knew if her friends would hurt her or just be a real friend. She didn't know who she could or couldn't trust. So many people made her believe she could trust them, then turned around and backstabbed her in more ways than she can count. She always stayed apart from everyone else, I guess you could say. She never really opened herself up to people, never told them what her life is like, what she had seen, done, had done to her, done to herself. Take a look inside the life of a girl broken by those she thought she could trust.
She stood outside, watching the rain fall down all around her. 'Rain falls just like my tears,' she thought, wiping the fallen tears from her face. Another fight with her father, another bruise to try to hide, another cut that will turn into yet another scar on her wrist. 'Why can't it just stop,' she kept thinking in her head. She started walking back towards her house, knowing what would happen once she walked through the door, but didn't care. No one tried to help, no one even cared enough to report him. She walked as slow as she could, not really wanting to go home. As she reached the door, she took a deep breath and opened it, and wasn't surprised with what was on the other side of the door.
"Where did you go?!" He screamed at her. He had another bottle of whiskey in his hand, his belt in the other. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like hell.
"Just went for a walk dad, sorry I didn't tell you." She whispered, knowing that no matter what she said, she would still get the belt for leaving.
"Go to your room, and wait there while I think of what to do about this running off." He said, turning back to the television.
"Yes sir." She said, then walked up the stairs to her room.
When she closed the door, she hid all her razorblades, knowing he would just make her cut in front of him. He got some kind of satisfaction from watching her hurt herself.
When the door opened, she jumped, thinking it was him, but it wasn't. She turned around and looked at her step brother, Matt.
"What happened? Why did you just leave like that? Angel, you know what happens when you do that. Why? Why do you keep running when you know he'll just hurt you whenever you come back." He asked, walking over to her and putting his arm around her shoulders.
"I can't keep staying here and taking it. I can't. He's killing me, and I just want it to be done and over with. I want him to hit me hard enough to kill me." She said, turning away, not wanting him to see the tears in her eyes, the fear.
"What about me? I need you here with me, Angel." He said, wishing there was something he could do. 'She's so helpless, so small.' He thought.
"I can't take any more. I can't leave, do I might as well just die because he'll kill me sooner or later. You and I both know that!" She said. Tired of fighting back the tears, she let them fall. She jumped when she felt Matt's arms wrap around her waist. Turning around, she buried her face against him warm bare chest and cried.
'I can't bare this anymore. I can't stand watching her slowly fade away because of him.' He thought, tightening his arms around her. 'She's more than just a sister to me, I love her. I can't stand seeing her pain, seeing him treat her the way he does.'
Angel clung to Matt as if she would die if she let go. He was her only hope, her only source of comfort. She had no one else, didn't want comfort from anyone else, for Matt truly cared about her, she could feel it whenever she was in his arms. She felt safe, and she never wanted to stop feeling that way.
They both jumped when the bedroom door was flung open. They stared at Angel's father.
"Out." He said to Matt, his eyes on Angel.
"No.." Matt whispered, knowing what would happen if he interfered but didn't care. He wasn't going to let him hurt her anymore.
"What did you say, boy?" He yelled, stepping close to Matt, who pulled Angel behind him, trying to keep her away from him.
"I said no, Michael. I'm not going to step aside and watch you hurt her. Not anymore." Matt said, looking Michael right in the eye.
"You have no place in this house, boy. She's my daughter, you're not her guard, you're just a boy. Now get out of this room." Michael said, shoving Matt to the side so he could get to his daughter.
"No!" Angel screamed, moving away from her father.
"You get back here now!" Michael yelled, grabbing her arm and pulling her against him. "You be a nice little girl and this won't hurt."
Matt tried to get to them but Michael turned around and shoved him out of the room, closing and locking the door.
"Dad please...don't. Just leave me alone, Please!!" Angel begged as she was thrown onto the bed.
"Shut up! You deserve this you little tramp! Always walking around with barely any clothes on, tempting me. You want it and you know it!" Michael said as he ripped her shirt open, his gaze settling on her bare breasts. He reached out and cupped one in his hand, running his thumb across her erect nipple.
Angel just laid there and cried, wishing she was somewhere else. She could hear Matt screaming her name, pleading with her father to not hurt her. It was no use though, he would never stop. She knew that, Matt knew that.
Michael pushed his daughter's pants and then her panties down and slid his hand between her legs, finding her as dry as a desert, but didn't care. He unzipped his pants and moved himself between her legs, then started to enter her, knowing he was hurting her and found pleasure in that.
Angel felt like she was being torn in half. He never tried to prepare her, he wanted her to be in pain. She just laid there while he raped her, feeling lower than a first class hooker. She would bleed afterwards, she always did. She waited until he was done, she knew because he pulled out and she felt his seed on her belly. He never came in her, and she was glad. Even though she was on the pill, she could still get pregnant and she hated thinking about the possibility of carrying her own father's baby.
Michael put himself back into his pants, then started hitting Angel. He didn't stop until she had passed out from the hits. He got up, then left the room, stopping to look at Matt, then walked down the stairs.
Matt ran into the room, closing and locking the door. He walked over to the bed and started to remove the rest of Angel's clothes. He went to their closet and pulled out one of his own shirts, then got a pair of her underwear, and a pair of his boxers. Walking back to the bed, he saw her start to wake up.
"Mmm...Matt?" She whispered, opening her eyes and looking around.
"I'm right here, Angel." He said, sitting down on the bed beside her. He noticed she was trying not to cry but wasn't doing a very good job of it.
"I'm sorry you have to see me like this, Matt." She whispered, then saw the clothes in his hand and grabbed them. She tried to stand up, but only managed to fall over.
Matt saw her about to fall and reached up and grabbed her, watching as she fell into his arms. He pulled one of the blankets on her bed up and wrapped it around her, then pulled her down onto the bed and cuddled her, pulling the blanket over himself as well.
Angel felt Matt's warmth flow into her, and snuggled closer against him, trying to get warm. She felt so safe, so calm. No one else had ever made her feel like that. She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw her father.
Matt had never felt more content than at that moment. He felt complete. Pulling Angel closer, he buried his face against her neck and closed his eyes. He felt her tense and just held on tighter, knowing what was going on. 'She's seeing her dad...God Angel please realize it's me and that I'm not going to hurt you...Please.' He thought.
Angel started to struggle to get away from whoever was holding her, forgetting it was Matt and not her father. When the arms around her tightened even more, she started kicking, making whimpering noises in her throat.
"Angel...Angel stop it...It's me. It's not your dad...Baby stop...God Angel I would never hurt you...Stop...Shhh..." Matt whispered, close to tears.
When Angel heard Matt's voice, she stopped struggling immediately and wrapped herself around Matt, crying softly. 'Oh God...I can't believe I thought he...Oh God..' She thought, her tears coming faster and faster.
"Matt...I'm sorry...Oh God." Angel tightened her arms around him, crying her heart out.
"Angel...shh...it's okay baby...it's okay...I understand...I truly do. Baby stop crying...please?" Matt said, pulling back and looking into her eyes.
Angel looked up at him. 'He called me baby...why do I like that so much?' She asked herself.
"You...you called me baby..." She said, staring into his eyes.
"I'm sorry...I-" He was cut off when Angel suddenly pressed her lips to his. 'She's kissing me..' He thought and couldn't stop himself from kissing her back.
When Angel kissed him, she felt her heart burst with emotion. When he started kissing her back, she felt his love for her. She felt it flowing from his lips and onto hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him so he was ontop of her.
Matt couldn't control the emotions he felt. Love, need, fear, confusion. He wanted her, he couldn't deny that, but he didn't want to rush her into something she wasn't emotionally ready for. The way she was kissing him, the way she was pressing herself against him, convinced him she was ready physically, but he knew in his heart that she wasn't emotionally ready, and he was more than willing to wait for her to be ready.
Angel had never wanted someone before, and she knew what she was feeling was want, desire, need. She wanted to never stop feeling it.
"Matt..." Angel whispered.
"Yes...?" Matt asked, wishing with all his heart that he could love her completely.
"I...I love you..." She whispered, her tears finally coming to an end.
Matt felt his heart burst with happiness. "I love you too baby. I always have."
Angel was about to kiss him again when her father banged on their door.
"Matt..." Angel looked at him with fear written all over her face.
"Open this door now!!" Michael screamed, pounding harder on the door.
"Angel...I can't make him stop..." Matt whispered, feeling defeated. He couldn't protect her, her father was too strong.
Matt got up and unlocked the door, then got back to Angel as fast as he could. Then smiled inwardly when she cuddled against him, not just in fear, but for comfort.
"And what are you two doing?!" Michael asked, eyeing them.
"Nothing dad. Matt was just trying to help me get to sleep." Angel said, looking at her blanket. She couldn't force herself to look at Matt or her father.
"Looks like more than that to me. Your hair is all rumpled." Michael said, taking a closer step towards the bed.
"Michael, nothing was going on. Now get out so we can try to go to sleep." Matt said, wrapping his arm around Angel's waist.
Michael saw Matt's arm go around his daughter's waist and saw red. "So you're fucking him are you? You little whore. She's nice isn't she, Matt? Really tight and hot."
Angel felt sick to her stomach. 'How dare he!'
"No I'm not "fucking" him, you bastard!" She screamed, then covered her mouth.
"What did you just call me?" Her father asked, pulling his belt from around his waist.
"Nothing..." Angel whispered, shrinking back against Matt.
"What, you think he's going to protect you? I don't think so." Michael said, then grabbed Angel's arm and pulled her out of the room.
"Angel!" Matt yelled, running after them.
"No! Dad stop! Let me go! Matt!!" Angel screamed, trying to turn around and look at Matt.
Then there was a knock on the door. All three of them stopped and stood very still.
"Matthew answer the door." Michael said, then dragged his daughter to his room, closing and locking the door.
Matt watched as the door was closed and then locked. 'God there is no telling what he'll do to her now.' He thought as he walked over to the door and opened it.
"Can I help you?" Matt asked, then looked at who was on the other side of the door. 'Cops.' he thought.
"Hello, we've gotten a ton of calls about a lot of screaming and yelling coming from over here. What seems to be going on?" The officer said, looking at the boy in front of him.
"Well...officer...my mother and I just moved in here. See the man who owns this house is my mother's boy friend and well...He's been beating his daughter." Matt said, then noticed that the officer was staring at his shirt. Matt looked down and saw blood on it.
"Where are they now?" The officer said, pulling out his gun.
"They are in his bedroom. He locked the door." Matt said, letting the officer into the house and showing him where Angel was.
"Don't say anything I want to see if I can hear anything." He said, pressing his ear close to the door.
They both could hear whimpering noises coming from Angel, a couple of grunts from her father.
"Open the door! This is the police!" The cop said, banging on the door.
"Help!!!" they heard Angel scream. A loud slap was heard.
Matt stood back as the cop kicked the door in. "Freeze!" he yelled at Michael, who was trying to get out the window.
Matt then took the chance and ran to Angel, wrapped a blanket around her, and carried her out of the room and up the stairs to their room.
"Matt...." Angel whimpered, her whole body felt like it was on fire.
"It's okay baby, everything's going to be alright. I promise." He said, holding her tight against him.
"You shouldn't care...you shouldn't want to help me...I'm dirty...I'm unpure..." Angel whispered against his neck, hot tears falling from her eyes.
"That's not true! You're not dirty! He is! Not you! Angel...he forces you to do this...you're not willingly letting him rape you...that doesn't make you dirty, baby. He's the one who is filthy...he's the one who is worthless. It's him that needs help, not you baby. You've done nothing wrong. Please don't ever think that this is all your fault because it's not." Matt said, tears welling up in his own eyes.
"Matt..." Angel whimpered then kissed him lightly on the lips. She knew the minute her lips touched his that she wouldn't be able to not want more. She had a burning ache deep inside her to be loved, to be complete...and the only person who could make her feel that way was Matt.
The minute Matt felt her lips touch his, it was like lighting a match and throwing it onto wood covered in gasoline. Want filled his body faster than anyone could blink. He needed her, needed to make her feel loved, to know that she can find pleasure when having sex...when making love. He wanted to prove to her that she was beautiful...not just on the outside, but the inside as well. He wanted her to find happiness...with him.
Angel deepened the kiss, her arms wrapping weakly around Matt's neck. She was on fire, the need to have him completely was tearing her up inside. There were things you felt when you made love with someone you love...and Angel wanted Matt to make her feel those things. She wanted him to be the first person to truly love her.
Matt started trembling with the force of controlling himself. What he wanted more than anything was to lay her back on the bed and make love to her until neither of them could move or think about anything but each other. He knew she wanted it...wanted him. But was it really him she wanted or just someone to take her pain away...Or did she want him to take away her pain and to show her how to be loved. He didn't know, he didn't care, all he knew was that she was kissing him and making him feel things he never knew a person could feel.
"God...Angel..." He groaned into her mouth, breathing her breath.
"Matt...I..." Angel started but couldn't continue, all she could manage to do was kiss him again.
Matt pulled back and stared into her beautiful blue eyes. "What Angel? You what?"
She looked into his chocolate eyes and smiled. "I love you.."
Matt felt his heart literally swell with happiness. "I love you too, baby."
Angel moved her hands to the hem of his shirt, then slid her hands under it, running her hands across his hard stomach. She was amazed by his muscular body. Just thinking about having that hard body against hers, no clothes standing between them, made her tremble with want.
"Angel...I can't...I can't love you...not like this..." Matt whispered, sadness in his voice.
Angel looked back into his eyes, saw the naked want, the love he had for her, but also the fear of hurting her. "Please..."
Matt groaned at her plea. He didn't know how much more he could take. He wanted her so badly, needed her desperately. He pulled her hands out from under his shirt and moved to stand up.
"Matt...I'm sorry...God I sound like a slut..." Angel whispered, tears running down her cheeks again. She turned and buried her face into her pillow, broken cries escaping from her mouth.
"God...Angel...you don't sound like a slut. Baby...look at me...Please?" He whispered.
"I can't..." She cried softly, her body shaking with the force of her cries.
"Baby...please...Just...Just look at me..." He said again, begging her to look at him. He needed her to know she wasn't a slut for asking him for something he was more than willing to give: everything he had. He knew she was asking for more than just his body. She was asking for his heart too. He knew Angel well enough to know what she was asking for, and he wanted so badly to give it to her.
"Matt...I..." She said as she lifted her face to look at his, but stopped when she saw the tears there, the pain of holding back, the full depth of his love for her.
"Angel...you're not a slut....you're asking for something I am more than willing to give you. I would give you the world if I could, but since I can't, all I can give you is my love, my heart, everything I am, if you're willing to have it." He said, pulling her close to him.
"Matt...You were the one I was always seeing whenever my dad...I tried to pretend it was you, inside my head, I could see it so clearly. I knew you wouldn't be that rough, but I also knew that if I thought about you, that the pain of who it really was would just fade away. It worked for a little while, but then I realized that I would never be with you like that because of our parents. If they get married...you'll truly be my step-brother, and we wouldn't be able to be together." She said, looking at her hands, seeing the scars scattered across her wrists and arms.
"Angel listen to me...I'm glad that thinking of me eased the pain when your dad was...But that doesn't mean that it can't happen just because our parents are involved. We aren't blood related, so it doesn't make it wrong. I don't care if you're my step-sister. I love you, I want to be with you, forever. And I'm yours for as long as you want me, damn the consequences. I don't care what other people think, I only care about what you think. You're everything for me. You understand me? I would die if I didn't have you in my life." He said, lifting her chin with his hand so he could look into her eyes. 'So much pain hidden behind such beautiful eyes..' He thought sadly.
Angel looked at him, felt her heart overflow with love. 'He's telling the truth...he does love me.' She thought. She didn't stop him when she saw his head lowering, saw his eyes move down to her lips then back up to her own eyes. When she didn't stop him, she closed her eyes then felt his lips cover hers.
Matt kissed her slowly, softly, wanting to savor this moment for as long as he could. When he felt Angel pulling him down ontop of her, he didn't resist, and lowered his body onto hers, fitting his hips between her legs. He groaned deeply when she arched her hips against his, feeling how much he wanted her.
Angel rubbed her hips against Matt's, feeling his hardness pressing against her softness. She was wet, she could feel her moisture soaking her panties, but didn't care. She pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side. When he reached to pull her own shirt off, she arched her back and shivered slightly when the air hit her bare breasts, making her nipples tighten and harden. She pressed her body against Matt's, moaning softly at the feel of her bare chest against his.
Matt groaned deep in his throat at the feel of her bare breasts against his chest. When he felt her hand moving down to the front of his pants, that groan became a desperate low cry. 'God...I want her so bad...I've never wanted anything as much as I want her...not just her body, but her trust, her love. Everything she is willing to give.' He thought.
Angel slid her hand down to the bulge at the front of Matt's pants and pressed her hand hard against him, moving her hand against him, rubbing him. She felt his body jerk and then tighten. She knew he was using all his self-control to keep from taking her hard and fast, but that was what she wanted. She wanted him to just take her and never stop. The first time was desperate, they had all the times ahead of them to be gentle and slow.
Matt closed his eyes, fighting with his body to not touch her, to not rush her. All he wanted was for her to take off his pants and touch him without any barriers between them. When he reached down and touched the top of her panties, she moaned, arching against him. He slid his hand inside her panties, rubbing her abdomen. He heard her whisper 'please' then felt her grip his cock hard, making him almost cry out in intense pleasure.
Angel was burning to death. She needed him to give her release, to give her something to stop the ache between her legs. When she felt his hand enter her panties, she was close to grateful, wanting the ache inside her to go away, knowing he was the only person who could fulfill her.
Matt slid his hand fully inside Angel's panties and cupped her mound, feeling her juices dripping onto his hand, he moaned deeply. 'She's so wet...so hot..' He thought. As he started to flick his finger across her clit, he was amazed to find that she wasn't shrinking back. Instead she was arching against him, begging for more.
Angel was bombarded with intense sensations. She wanted more, needed more, had to have more or she'd die from being deprived of the pleasure she so desperately wanted from him. When she felt his finger slide inside her depths, she cried out his name, moving herself against the finger.
"God Angel...you're so tight...so hot...so wet...You want me baby?" He asked, adding another finger to the one he already had deep inside her.
"Yes...please...give me more...Matt...please!" She begged, staring into his eyes.
Matt groaned at the naked want he saw in her eyes, knowing that same look was reflected in his own eyes. He lowered her panties and pushed them down her legs, then tossed them across the room, then moved to remove his pants and his boxers. When he had done that, he slid himself between her legs, letting her feel him.
Angel rubbed herself against Matt's cock, her juices coating him. "Please..."
Matt slid his hands under Angel's hips, lifting her up so he could enter her at a angle that would send them both intense pleasure. When he started to enter her, he felt Angel tense, but only for a second. He groaned at the feel of her, it was like being wrapped in wet velvet.
Angel closed her eyes against the sensations flowing through her. She was being impaled on a burning, throbbing steel rod and she had never felt anything more wonderful in her life. She lifted her hips, forcing Matt's cock deeper into her, crying out in ecstasy.
Matt cried out at the sensations he was feeling. 'Nothing has ever felt this good...Nothing...And no one else will ever make me feel this way...Only her...My angel...My love...' He thought. When he started to thrust into her, Matt groaned as he felt her nails biting into his back, her teeth nipping at his neck. "God...Angel..."
Angel wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked against him, not believing this was real, that what he was making her feel was real. She had never known making love could feel like this. She never knew how wonderful being loved could feel. She had never known the feelings could make you feel so good and feel so complete. "Matt!" She cried out, feeling herself being hurled through something she had never known before.
"Let it come baby...just hold onto me and let it go. Just feel...feel what I'm giving you...what we're giving each other...Angel!" He said, crying out her name as he felt her walls tighten hard around him. She was close, he could feel it. He moved faster, deeper, harder, wanting to come with her.
Angel could feel herself getting closer and closer to something, she didn't know what that something was but she wanted it desperately. When Matt started moving faster, she felt herself getting even closer to what she didn't know. Then her world burst into shattering ecstasy. "Oh God...Matt...Ohhhh!" She screamed, holding onto him, hoping he would keep her safe, not knowing what was happening to her, just knowing she never wanted it to stop.
Feeling her release triggered his own, and Matt filled her with everything he was, groaning then crying out her name. He continued to thrust into her, getting slower and slower with each thrust, making sure he had spilled all of him inside her. He didn't pull out, just cuddled down against her, feeling her walls contract every now and then.
"Angel..." He whispered right before he drifted off to a peaceful sleep, knowing somehow that she was following him.
Matt awoke to someone knocking on the door, then heard his mother's voice. He had forgotten to lock the door after he had gone to get water for Angel, and he quickly pulled the blankets over him and Angel, so his mother wouldn't be able to see anything.
"Are you two alright? The cops called me and told me about what happened...What's going on?" Sarah walked into the room then noticed her son and her future step-daughter lying in bed, clearly naked.
"Mom...I..." Matt started but didn't know what to say.
"I knew this would happen. I could see how you two felt about each other. I'm not mad...I'm actually proud. You knew what was happening to her, you knew what she had been through, and looked past all that and saw her for herself. I knew you loved her, Matt, just like I knew she loved you. She never let anyone else touch her, besides her father, but she couldn't control that. You were the only one she let touch her, never me or anyone else. It was always you. And that spoke more than words ever could." Sarah said, a smile of true joy on her face.
"I'll leave you two alone. Angel's father is going to jail for a life sentence. Charged with child molestation, statutory rape, and attempting murder. They found letters that he wrote to himself about what he was planning to do to you Matt. He was going to kill you. It breaks my heart and I can't help but think that maybe we shouldn't have moved in, but then I see how our moving in has gotten Michael away from Angel and I realize that it was worth it."
"Thank you Sarah." Angel said as she sat up and smiled.
"We'll move back into our apartment." Sarah said to Matt.
Matt looked at Angel then back at his mother.
"All three of us." She added, smiling at Angel.
"What will happen to me?" She asked, leaning her head against Matt's shoulder.
"I am your official guardian, signed the papers a few minutes ago." She replied. "I'll leave you two alone now."
"Thank you mom." Matt whispered to his mother's back then went back to cuddling Angel.
"We can be together...Baby I told you everything would be fine." Matt said.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too."
anyone think I should add more? R/R!!!