EroticReverie

Holly

My body is so fucking aware of what it wants right now as those blue eyes look down at me. I wasn't even ware back then at seventeen how badly I wanted my Uncle Nicholas...but now that I was an actual woman, not just from age, but from the experience I'd had with Alex. My body knew exactly what I wanted. Him. Him ontop of me, behind me, underneath me, him with his face buried between my legs, him with that fucking mouth on mine. Poor Alex. 

I swallow hard, and it's hard to even breathe as he traces the chain on the side of my neck, my nipples pricking as he looks down at the necklace he bought me. I lift my hand and place a hand over the locket. He'd given it to me empty, promising when he was out, we'd put pictures of us inside it. My stomach burns with acid as I think about the inside of the locket. 

"I need to speak with you. In private." he says and he looks to my boyfriend. 

"Excuse me...I need to steal my niece for a moment." he says not waiting for Alex to respond, Nick Martinelli didnt wait, didnt ask, just took, always took. 

He takes my hand and leads me through the room, and nobody even finds it odd that my uncle is escaping with me out the side door, bringing me down a hall and into an empty open room. 

"Who the FUCK is that?" he growls at me and I blink at him jerking my head back. 

"You stopped writing me!" I screech. 

His brows pinch, his lips tighten. 

"Like fuck I did." He growls stepping forward and I step back. 

"You DID! You stopped writing! So I....so I...moved on!" I say , half angry, half sad and hurt and still reeling over the feelings that he hurt when he just stopped responding to my letters.

"YOU are the one that stopped!" He argues.

"Bullshit! That's bullshit!" I argue and his nostrils flare. Martinelli men did not like being yelled at. In this family you didnt raise your voice to a man. but fuck that, he wouldnt blame ME for this. 

"You told me to fucking wait! You said all those...things to me...and then just fucking stopped writing! So THEN I stopped writing..YOU were the one who stopped sending letters. " I argue. 

He shakes his head and steps forward and as he does a door opens and I'm shaking I'm so fucking angry, and Nick goes to open his mouth to tell whoever it is to get the fuck out, but his mouth pauses when he sees my father. 

"Don." Nick says and takes a step back from me, nostrils still flaring in anger and I knew our argument wasnt over, knew that it wasn't even close to done. 

"I heard yelling." my father says. 

I pinch my lips shut and look away, wrapping my arms around myself. 

What excuse could we give for yelling at one another? What possible fight could we be having right now after he has only just returned from fucking prison?

My father straightens his tie, walking over and standing and looking between the two of us. 

"Is this a lovers spat?" he asks and my eyes go wide and immediately I shake my head. 

"What?" I asked stunned, and Nick gives my father a look and shakes his head. 

I watch the look on my fathers face, the self assured powerful smile that crosses his face has my gut burning and I feel like I'm going to throw up. He knows. I can tell by the look on his face. He knows. Somehow he fucking knows. 

"I must say..." My father says, sucking at his teeth and then licking them as he picks an invsible piece of lint from the shoulder of my uncle's suit. 

"You write stunning love letters to my daughter Nicholas." he says, both me and Nicholas going still. All the pieces clicking. The letters stopping. My fathers sudden bad mouthing of Nicholas whenever he got the chance while he was behind bars. 

Nick's jaw is clenched, and I know he wants to swing. Wants to strangle my dad, his step brother. 

"Did you imagine it was my daughters  cunt while you screwed men in prison?" my dad asks and my eyes go so wide I think my eyes will fucking pop out of my head. 

It all happens so fast. Nick rearing back to take a swing, the scream on my mouth when my father takes his gun out and points it directly at Nick's forehead, making Nick's jaw clench so fucking hard as he puts his hands up, the barrel of the gun at Nick's forehead.

"Daddy!" I cry. 

"Leave us." My father says. 

"Daddy no...you don't....you dont understand...it's not....it's over...it's been over...I'm with Alex...you KNOW I'm with Alex...that's why we were fighting....just....Daddy...please....put the gun away, please" I squeak, tears streaming down my cheeks. 

I was appaled by my father right now. The way he spoke about me. Using "my daughter" and "cunt" in the same sentence, appaled at him pulling a gun on family. 

"Daddy stop it, please" I cry. 

"you cry for this scum bag, a grown fucking man that preys on teenage girls?" He growls at Nick. 

"Daddy it's not like that...it wasnt like that..." I say. 

"We never...nothing ever happened..." I say. "Nothing WILL happen. Ever." I say. 

Nick's eyes flash to me, anger for my words, even while he has a fucking gun to head. 

"she's not a virgin anymore." My father says to him. 

"daddy!" I screech. I did NOT want any of this. A gun to Nick or my fucking father talking about my sex life. 

"I made sure you'd never fucking get that from her" my father growls at Nick. 

My mouth is hanging open and I just stand there, stunned, and trying to think of how he'd even make sure of anything like that and then....

Alex. 

The pressure he put on me to go all the way. Convincing me he was the one for me. Telling me there was nothing to be scared of. The gifts he showered me with, all of them things that only those closest to me would know I would love and adore. I swallow, a pit forming in my stomach. 

"What the fuck is going on ?" My grandfathers voice is gruff and old and scratchy from the door. My head turning, several of my aunts and uncles, my grandfather in the front of them all. 

"Put the god damn heat away Don" my grandfather grumbles and steps forward, slapping my father against the back of his head. Only my grandfather could make these men feel stupid or shameful. 

"That's your fucking brother you stupid fuck" my grandpa says. 

"Yeah well he-"

"I will cut your fucking tongue from your mouth boy if you don't shut it." Gio my grandfather says and he looks at me. With a little hmpf and then turns to the room.

"All of you  , out." he commands, my grandmother looking at me , my father, her son, my grandfather and turning with the rest to leave the room and closing the door.

"why the hell is my grand daughter in here to witness my two moron sons pulling this bullshit ?"  Gio grumbles, and looks at them. 

"Speak boy" He says to my father.

"Cause this fucking half breed has been trying to screw her since she was fucking seventeen years old." My father bites out, shoving his gun back into pants. 

I flinch at the blunt words. 

"so...what...you shoot his fucking brains out ? The fuck is wrong with ya?" My grand father slaps the back of both of their heads. 

"I'm not trying to give your mother and god damn dead kids...so both of you better straighten the fuck up and get it together" He snarls at them. 

"You." He points to my father. "I ever see you pointing a fucking gun at anyone in this family ever again, I will cut your fucking balls off and shove them down your throat." 

"and YOU" he turns to Nick. 

"Keep your god damn dick OUT of the family, the hell is wrong with you?!" he growls and slaps Nick again on the back of the head. 

"And YOU" he points to me. I flinch. 

"go back to your little boyfriend, and you and YOU" he says to me and Nick. 

"this ends now. We're not fucking backyard inbreds, so NO MORE" he says and I flinch. 

I want to tell my grandpa about my father paying my "little fucking boyfriend" to de virginize me, because that HAS to be what he's done. 

"go on now." Gio nods to me and I turn, without looking at either of the, Angry with both Nick, and my father. Nick for expecting a seventeen year old to wait for him, making me...feel things for him romantically...promising me all that he did. He didnt have any right to ask that of a fucking seventeen year old girl. And my father. Fuck. I was angrier with him. Sneaking the letters, instead of confrotning me. I would have shit my pants, but still. Sneaking around and then ..."making sure" that Nick would never get my virginity? Talking about me vulgarly  , I wanted to scream. 

Instead I storm from the room and back into the room and over to Alex, a smile on his face, and easy fucking relaxed smile, that fucking son of a bitch. 

I watch as he registers the look on my face, and I can tell my the drop of his smile, the fear in his fucking eyes, that he knows that I know what a fucking pig he is. 

"Holly.." he says standing. I grit my teeth.

"I never...want to see your face...ever...again" I seethe quietly. My hands balled into fists at my side. 

"Get. Out. Do not EVER try to call me....don't text me...don't fucking come near me...EVER again.. I hope the money was fucking worth it...how much did he fucking pay you Alex?" I ask, my nostrils flaring.

"It's not....It's not what you think....I....I care about you..I love you" he says and I huff a laugh and shake my head. 

"Get the fuck out of my sight."

"Holly, things changed...I really love y-"

"GET OUT" I screech, making the room go silent. 

Alex hangs his head.

Everything inside me is bubbling, boiling with anger. With hurt. Getting hurt by three men in one day, so much so that it feels like I've been gut punched and my heart has bee twisted and ripped from my chest, stomped on and placed back into my chest. 

New tears slip down my cheeks. I choke back a sob, grab my purse from my seat, and run from the room, all the way to my car, all the way out of this town, anywhere but here.