EroticReverie

Everleigh.....one week later

I roll out of bed, in my sleep shorts and a new shirt that I chose as my sleep shirt. Being that I finally retired the same one I've slept in for three years. An old grey plain t shirt, that had belonged to Alex. The one thing I'd taken with me when my mother made me pack in the middle of the day while her soon to be ex husband was at work and Alexander was out of the house. 

I smile at my mother as she sits at the small kitchen table, a shabby old thing we thrifted when we moved into the tiny apartment last year. My mother didnt keep the money she got from Alexanders father in the divorce. Other than the nest egg she put aside for my college tuition, and a modest amount to get her back on her feet. She put the rest into different causes, she still had most of it. But it was money she never touched, other than to make donations as she sees fit. I tried telling her she deserved more of it for being married to that man,  and she'd shut the conversation down real quick. I didnt feel right using his money either. But, he fucking owed me. And her. He deserved to pay for it. For everything. 

"Morning" I say as I lean down and press a kiss to her cheek, and slide into the other chair on the side of the table near her. A cup of coffer with hazelenut creamer and sugar, waiting for me, along side a plate of french toast and eggs, with bacon. 

"You've been quiet lately, you alright?" She asks and I just smile, forcing the best one I can as I nod. Taking a sip of my coffee. 

"Just...in a funk I guess?" I shrug, because no fucking way would I tell my mother who I ran into or what happened with Alexander. She'd probably threaten to murder him, just like she had with my ex step father. 

I don't know her whole story. She told me when I was seventeen, when we left, that she'd tell me when I was older. And apparently even being twenty, still wasnt old enough. 

I may not know what he did to her....but I know what he did to me.

My mother had been blinded by her love her for him. I thought they were truly in love, so did she. Till they werent. Till I noticed my mother withdrawn the last six months we were there. Bag under her eyes, quiet, dead stares, and the lack of wanting to do much else other than stay in bed. 

All I knew...was this....

A year and a half into their marriage....Grady had changed. While she didnt give me specifics, I knew it involved drugs, and him making her take them. Peer pressuring his own wife at get togethers to do lines with other wives. Because if they were doing, why not her? Forcing her to fit into a world she had no interest in being a part of. Not only did he make her do drugs with their friends, but he drugged her within our own home. When she'd started to close herself off to him, withdraw from intimacy, she'd found out he'd purposely drugged her dinners or drinks. To make her more "willing" and less "fussy" and "difficult".  She didn't have to say it. He'd raped her. Drugged and raped his own wife. 

She'd been scared. She knew I was happy there. She knew I liked my new life, even if she didn't know why I liked it so much. She had no clue I was sneaking around with Alexander and in love with my step brother. I didnt ever plan to tell her either. 

She was scared and thought her own happiness was worth sacrificing for my own. Until the night before we left. 

Grady found me sneaking out of Alexander's room as he was coming up the stairs. I thought he'd already gone to bed. Alexander had fallen asleep, and I knew I had to get back in my bed before morning, so I'd quietly left his bed, and his room. Only to freeze in the middle of the hall as I saw Grady watching me come from his sons bedroom.

I was petrified. We were caught. I stood there in a white tank top and panties. With Grady's eyes roaming me up and down. 

"Well isnt that interesting." He'd mused with a smirk and cocked his head. 

"Grady, please dont tell my mom" I'd whispered. 

To his credit. The fucker never said a word to her. Not even after she divorced him and took him for half of his worth. 

"Oh, I think we can work that out." Grady has said with grin and then turned. 

"Follow me Everleigh." he'd said, and I did. I walked down the hall, over the carpet runner that ran the hall and followed him down the stairs in nothing other than my panties and my tank top. Because I was too scared to ask if I could put some fucking pants on. 

"Take a seat." He'd said after walking me into his office, the lock snicking shut , so much louder than it should have been. 

I walked over to the deep red leather couch, soft rounded golden studs lining the upholstery in the arms of it that curled at the sides. 

"Would you like a drink?" he'd smiled at me. eyes on my legs, that were shaking as I held my knees shut and shook my head. 

"Hmm, you'll have a drink with me." He said, making it known it wasnt an option to say no. I was too scared to argue. I was seventeen and panicked that I'd just been caught sneaking out of my step brothers bedroom in the middle of the night. 

I'd learn later, when my mother told me about his affinity for drugging her drinks, that I never should have taken the drink he poured me. But who excpects their own step father to slip them rohypnol?