EroticReverie

Genevieve

I don't know who brought me clothes, or where they came from but I don't question it, pulling on one of my sundresses, pulling on a pair of panties and then slipping on the sandals that don't even go with the dress, but I don't care. I pull my hair back from my face, pulling it into a ponytail and then making my way out into the club house. 

Abel pushes away something Pauly is handing to him, and large envelope with my name in large scribbled letter "Genevieve Peckham" across the front. 

"Burn it. I don't want to see that shit." Abel says, running his hands through his hair and shaking his head. I stand back in the hall as Pauly tosses the envelope onto the bar as they talk. 

They talk for a few minutes, about all the cops at Will's place..porn...lots of it found....all underage teenage girls, and they found proof of what he did to that other twelve year old girl. Abel is visibly shaking and Pauly grabs his shoulder. "Get some air" he tells Abel as he guides him out of the club house and I slip down the hall into the open area, looking to the back door where they went. The club is empty today, due to the events of last night I'm assuming. I walk over to the bar, looking at the envelope, already knowing what's inside. I shouldnt look, but I do. 

I open the end of it, and reach inside, pulling out a stack of several photographs. Will never took pictures of me....but here they are....they look to be printed from a video ...time stamps in the corner..my stomach turning with nausea as I see pictures of myself bent over....ony my back...on my knees....different dates and time stamps ...my stomach turns and turns as I flip through each one. I was so stupid, so fucking stupid, to think a man that abused me had loved me. I was so fucking eager to be loved, that I'd let myself believe that's what it was. 

There's thumb drives inside and I already know that it's got all the videos these pictures are printed from. I reach inside, pulling them out. My  name  , with dates on them. My eyes go to the stack of photos I flipped over. 

There's stuff written on the back , scrawled in messy handwriting. I look at them, thumbing through them, and somehow what's written makes me more sick that the actual photos.

"Pregnant fuck. Seven out of ten."

"Fourteen now. Getting a bit older. Still tight. Today was a good fuck. 9.5 out of ten. Had her period. Reminded me of taking her virginity."  I almost throw up. 

"Thirteen and a half. Still the best fuck. She is getting real good at sucking cock. Blow job 7 out of 10. Fuck - 5 out of ten"

The sick fucker rated each time he fucked me. Made little fucking notes, and I keep reading, keep fucking reading as my tears roll down my cheeks. I wanted to stab him all over again. 

"Ginny what are you..fuck" Abel says, I don't even hear the door open, my eyes lift and Abel's nostrils flare and he walks over to me and I drop the pictures in my hand, all of them dropping and slipping over the floor as he pulls me into him, taking the back of my head in his hand and holding my face to his chest as I start to sob. 

My watery eyes going to the floor, to the backs of one of the photos.

" Fifteen. Had to rape her today. 10/10. She screams so loud." 

"Baby, shh" Abel holds me tighter as  Pauly scrambles to pick up the photos, cursing and avoiding looking at them, stuffing them into the envelope as fast as he can as I cry harder against Abel's chest. 

"Id do it again" I cry, my nails digging into Abel's back. "I'd fucking do it again" I yell into his chest as he hugs me tighter to him, hushing me, and twisting himself back and forth as if trying to rock me and soothe me. 

"I know baby, I know, he's gone...he can't fucking hurt you anymore...he can't hurt anyone....we took care of it...you're safe...we're all safe....and he's gone...shhhh" he tries to hush me as I keep crying hysterically. 

"burn that shit" Abel growls at Pauly who leaves with envelope and Abel holds me tight still, as I try to fucking breathe.

"breathe baby, c'mon" Abel whispers in my hair and kisses the top of my head as I take too short breaths, trying to draw in air, but I cant , still sobbing.

"tell me what to do, tell me how to help you calm down" he says, kissing my head. 

It take a good fifteen minutes till I'm able to stop crying, till I can breathe normally. 

At the same time, Pauly comes back inside the club house. 

"It's done. The shit's burnt." he says and Abel nods as I just look at Pauly. 

"How many." I ask. Pauly and Abel both look at me. 

"How many what baby?" Abel asks, touching my knee, gently stroking my leg with his thumb as we sit at a low table along the wall, Pauly standing there confused.

"How many envelopes like mine....how many girls." I say.

"Baby" Abel says, gripping my knee. 

"How many Pauly" I say, looking at him, my jaw tight and Pauly looks at Abel and Abel shakes his head.

"I dont know Gin." Pauly says. Abel sighs. 

"Ten? Twenty? How many Pauly? Give me a guess." I say angrily. I wasn't mad at Pauly, and they both knew that. 

"Gin I don't think-" 

"How many!?" I yell.

Abel winces. "Babe...there were a lot. Alright...nobody counted. There were alot...too fucking many....even one is too much...but...there were a lot." Abel says and I look at him. 

"He cant hurt them anymore." I say my eyes filling with tears. 

"No, he can't." Abel says and then takes my face in his hands and leans over and kisses my forehead. 

Abel kisses my cheek, then other and then my mouth. 

"He's gone Ginny, he's gone and he can't hurt anyone anymore." he says and I feel my lips tremble and I nod and he wipes my cheeks gently with his thumbs and then kisses my forehead again. 

I look to Pauly. 

"Thank you." I say. 

"For what?" he asks confused. 

"For...taking the envelope. For not letting everyone find out what I let him do to me." I say.

"gin...you didnt let him do that shit....stop..don't fucking say that shit baby...you hear me? I told you....this isnt your fault...none of it." Abel says and Pauly just nods at me with a soft you're welcome and then tells Abel he'll see him in a little bit, that the guys will all be back around seven to discuss everything at church.

"I want to be there." I say. 

"You can't be there Ginny." Abel says and I look at him. 

"I need to know what happened today. I need to know." I say.

"I'm the one that killed him Abel. I want to be there." I say. 

He sighs and Pauly just awkwardly scratches the back of his head. 

Him and Abel share a look and Pauly just shrugs and Abel looks back to me.

"I'll talk to the guys tonight at church. You can't be there Ginny. But...hey.." he holds my face as I start to protest. "Hey...after church...i'll answer anything you want to know...alright? You want to know everything that happened today...i'll tell you myself..."

"Im gonna leave" Pauly says to Abel and me, removing himself from being witness to Abel breaking the rules for me.

"yeah, alright, i'll be here when you all get here" Abel says as Pauly leaves. 

I know Abel isn't concerned with Pauly running and telling the guys that he's bending the rules for me. Church business was private. Didn't matter if it involved me or not. 

"you promise?" I ask. 

"Yes , I promise." Abel nods. 

My lower lip quivers and he looks at it, sliding his thumb over it. 

"Tell me what you need from right now Ginny...tell me what to do to make it better" 

"I'm so tired" I say, breaking into tears. 

"shhhh, hey, cmon, come here" he says and scoops me up out of the chair and carries me through the club and to his room. 

Abel lays me in his bed, kicking off his shoes, pulling of my sandals and then pulling the covers over the both of us as I cry, pulling me into him. 

"Just go to sleep..I got you...I'm right here...and I'm staying right here with you...okay? You're safe....and I've got you..I love you" he whispers and kisses my head. 

"I love you too" I cry and bury my face in his chest. 

"I can't stop crying...i'm s-sorry"

"shhhhh, dont apologize to me...cmon....easy....take a breath..." he whispers into my hair, holding me against him. 

I'm not sure how long it takes till he calms me down, or if I fall asleep still crying, but ...at least I fall asleep.