EroticReverie

Genevieve

I only let myself cry for so long. Hating myself. Hating him, wanting to fucking kill him. Wanting to tell Abel so he'll cum here and blow his brains out. But also not wanting to tell Abel, because that exactly what he would do. He'd see red, not give a fuck, and come here and shoot him point black in front of a hundred witnesses. And that's why Will Michaels is so sure I wont say a fucking thing. Not because I give a fuck about him, but I give a fuck about the men in the Skulls. 

I fight back tears as I wipe his fucking cum from between my legs, and small fucking mercies, Im thankful for my iud. I wipe the blood from my face, my hands shaking, my drunkeness fading as I have to get myself together to walk out of here. 

I spend about twenty minutes pulling myself together, trying not to look like a girl that just got raped. Hiding another fucking secret deep down, my stomach turning as I open the door. Thankful he's not still there when I open the door. I don't see him anywhere as I carefully walk down the stairs and through the party, willing myself not to break down as I try to find my friends. 

"There she is!" Mallory squeals and I turn to her voice, seeing a six foot six blonde hair, pissed off Abel, scowling at me. Nostrils flaring. Do not yell at me, do not yell at me right now, I beg internally. But he see's it all over my face, and pushes through the crowd, two other skulls by his side, Pauly and Finn. 

"The fuck happened?!" He says grabbing my face, his eyes going to the cut on my head. 

"I fell" I say, so fucking stupid. the cliche excuse for every woman that got hit or beat. 

"The fuck you did, who did this?" He says nostrils flaring. 

"Nobody" I say shaking my head. "Im clumsy, im fine" 

"Dont fucking lie to me Genevieve" he says through clenched teeth. 

"Just...can you please take me home?" I ask and look up at him my lip wobbling and his eyes soften only slightly and he pulls my face into his chest as he sees my eyes well with tears. 

"I'm gonna fucking murder the motherfucker that touched you" he says, holding my head fiercely, cradling it against his chest. 

It's so dramatic, the way he scoops me up, fireman style and carries me out of the party, and I hear a concerned Mallory asking what happened, following us out of the house. 

"Find out who the fuck touched her, or Im taking the name of every god damn guy that was here tonight and personally breaking every single one of their fucking jaws." Abel snarls at her. I don't look at Mallory, I just bury my face in Abel's neck. 

"G!" She calls after me still running drunkenly after Abel who is storming across the lawn with Pauly and Finn flanking his side. 

"G!" She shrieks. "What happened?!" 

But Pauly and Fin block her off as Abel slides me onto his bike. 

"You okay to hold on baby girl?" he asks lifting my chin as his brows pinch at the sight of tears streaming down my face. I sniffle and nod. 

"yea" I say my voice scratchy and hoarse. 

He grabs my face, kisses my forehead, then kisses the cut at my hairline from the mirror, slips the helmet on me, and I tug it down and he slides on, straddling his bike, leaving Pauly and Finn behind as I hold onto him, crying into the helmet the entire way home. 

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"You're gonna tell me who did this."  Abel says as he cleans the cut at my hair line as I sit at the dining room table , with him standing in front of me. 

"I dont want to talk about it." I say. 

"Too fucking bad Genevieve." he says and I wince at the sting of the cut and he pulls the alcohol pad away and blows on the cut to soothe it. 

"why cant you just accept that I fell" I say. 

"Because you fucking didnt." he says and I then grabs an oitnment and uses his thumb to gently rub it on. 

"You'll kill the person who did it." I say.

"Damn fucking right I will." he says. 

"Nobody fucking touches you." he says angrily. 

"What if I got into a fight with a girl?" I ask. "You gonna kill her?" 

"First of all...yeah I would. Second of all...you dont get into fights you cant win. I've seen you fight..dont forget that." he says and I almost want to laugh. Because he'd definitely seen me take out a few girls before. One at the club for calling my mother a whore. Another was on my front lawn, when she'd came over thinking she was going to fight me for sleeping with her boyfriend. When I'd never touched the guy. 

"third of all...I know what a womans face looks like when a man gets violent with her...." he says. 

"...what else happened" he says. 

I shake my head. 

"nothing" I lie. 

He lifts my chin and looks at me and fuck. I start to cry again. 

"I'm tired." I say, my voice cracking. 

"Look at me." he says when my eyes lower. I lift them back up, my lower lip trembling. 

"I'll let this go for tonight. But tomorrow...you're telling me who did this. And exactly what the fuck they did so I know how fucking painful to make it when I take of them." he says and I shake my head. 

"No." I say. 

"Dont tell me no." he says. 

"I dont want you to get in trouble" I say. 

He sighs. He brings his face to mine and his nose nudges against mine. 

"nobody. Fucking. touches you. You hear me?" he says and I my lip wobbles again and my tears slip down my cheeks. 

It was cause he'd fucked me. It was because I was part of the club. I was Carl's step daughter, the "princess" and any of the guys there would do the same for me. Abel was just being a Skull. 

"Nobody touches my girl" he says as I swallow and blink up at him. 

"I'm not your girl" I say. 

"the fuck you arent" he says and pushes his mouth over mine barely, brushing my lips. 

"You've been mine. Everyone fucking knows it. And if you dont tell me who the fuck did this....i'll just go around town beating in the face of every fucking punk I see, young, old, doesnt fucking matter." he says and I fucking believe him too. 

"Abel." I say his name, needing to argue. I couldnt tell him. He'd be pissed. Not just at Will, at me. Because id not only have to tell him about tonight, but about all the times before. About how Will Michales had raped me multiple times from the ages of twelve to fifteen, only stopping right before I turned sixteen and my mother became "Carl Hunting's Old Lady" . 

"Don't fucking argue with me on this." he says. It's not loud or mean, he just sounds exhausted, like he knows I'll argue with him till Im blue in the face. 

"Just...I just want to take a shower and go to bed." I say and he nods. 

"Alright." he says and closes up the first aid kit and then helps me up like I'm some old lady, and holds my side as I walk. 

"I'm fine Abel" I say. 

"I'll decide if you're fine. Someone hit your fucking head, I'm not letting shower alone." he says. 

"It wasnt....it wasnt even that hard." I say lying. My whole skull still ached. 

"You're a terrible fuckin liar baby" he says, opening the bathroom door. I could tell he was holding back, could tell he wanted to burn the fucking world down at the idea of someone daring to lay a finger on me. I was pretty sure he knew exactly what else had happened, and there no hiding it once were in the shower and I cry as he touches be softly between the legs while washing me.  I can feel the way he tenses, the way he wants to run from this shower and hunt the person down and probably give them a brutal, tortorous fucking beating before he bleeds him out. 

"Nobody hits you....nobody fucking hurts you....and nobody fucking touches you here.....but me" he says angrily. 

"Tell me who the fuck did it" he says and I shake my head. 

"Genevieve" he growls. 

"stop it" I cry. "Just stop, I want to go to bed" I say and he inhales slowly and exhales loudly and turns of the water. Grabbing us towels and then walking into my room with me. 

He grabs me a night shirt, and a pair of sleep shorts, and puts them on me like Im a fucking child, but I dont argue, because Im tired, and dont want to do it myself. 

"You dont have to sleep here, Im fine." I say. as he pulls the covers back and huffs. 

"Fuck you baby, Im not going anywhere." he says with a small smiles and nods to the sheets. 

"get in" he says and I crawl onto the bed and slip my legs under and I watch him as he looks at me as he pulls off his towel, drying himself. 

"I'll be right back , I just need to get some boxers" he says. 

"no" I say softly. "Just get in" I say and he looks at me.

"You sure?" he asks. 

"Yeah, just keep that monster on your side of the bed"I say trying to make a joke and he flinches. 

"I dont...I didnt mean...just..come here...please" I say and rub the spot beside me and he gets in. 

"You think Im gonna try to fuck you after what just happened to you?" he asks. 

"No...I was just trying to make a joke...i'm tired...don't be mad..." I say sleepily and roll onto my side towards him and slip my arm over him. 

"I'm gonna be waking you up every hour to check your head...I dont know if you have a concussion." he says. 

"mhm" I hum and close my eyes, nestled against his warm body. 

"night abel" I say quietly. His hand lifting, stroking my hair. 

"Night baby" he whispers.