*Katrina POV*
*trigger warning...sexual assault*
For some strange reason, I knew that today would be the last day I saw Seth for a while. I wanted to jerk away from the guard and run back to him, but it would only cause more problems.
On the drive home, I tried to think of excuses to tell my mom about where I had been. Then again, I also didn't feel the need to explain to her where I was. She didn't even bother showing up for my graduation ceremony.
When my dad passed away, my mother turned into a totally different person. She became self-centered, and I learned to pretty much fend for myself.
Mom mourned for less than a month before she started moving on. I eventually found out she had started doing questionable things for money, and I distanced myself from her as much as possible.
It was only when Seth's dad, Calvin, mentioned seeing my mom on the "Sugar Daddy" dating site that it all started to make sense. My mom was selling herself for money.
I confronted her about it, and was only told that I should mind my own business. She said, "Kat, you have a roof over your head, food in your stomach and nicer clothes than you have ever owned in your life. How I am able to provide for you is my business."
It was from then on that I decided to provide for myself. I got a job at Tony's Retro Diner as a server. I tutored a couple of days a week, and on Saturdays, I cleaned Mr. Darnell's house and prepared his meals for the week.
Instead of going home, I made a pit stop at Mr. Darnell's to check up on him.
He was pushing 85 years old, and had a hard time getting around. My dad helped him a lot by mowing his grass, and taking his trash to the road on Tuesday evenings. He was like a surrogate grandpa to me, and I loved helping him. It also didn't hurt that he loved my cooking.
I paid my mom "rent" so that I wouldn't be in her debt or made to feel guilty, and I had been saving for college for the two years I have worked. Hiding my money from my tutoring sessions and the very little I accepted from Mr. Darnell.
I wouldn't have taken anything from him, but he would argue with me until I took something. He said he knew I was saving for college, and wanted to contribute where he could.
"Sissy, we all have to pay our dues in life, and we should pay it forward when we can. Don't see this as me paying you for your work, but as your granddaddy helping to add to your college fund. I don't know what I'm going to do once you leave. I'm sure going to miss your company," he told me.
I had to think of a solution, because if I didn't, he would be taken away from the only home he had ever known.
"Mr. Darnell, what if I was to find a suitable replacement? I could make a bunch of my soups that you love, and can put them in jars for storage. Then I could freeze some casseroles and easy meals that you can slide into the oven. Would you like that?" I asked.
School is only an hour and a half away from here, and I could still come visit and do what was needed for him every other weekend.
He seemed happy with that decision, and I told him that I would be over later this week to make the preparations. I took my leave and reluctantly drove home.
When I pulled up in front of our house, there were many cars parked in the yard, and loud music coming from inside. I groaned as I got out of the car, and nearly tripped over some drunk bastard lying on the sidewalk.
I opened the door to the house, and it reeked of cigarettes and m*******a. I started to look for my mom, but my path was suddenly blocked by a very large body.
"Excuse me! I'm trying to get to my room, in my house. I suggest you move!" I screeched. The large man just laughed at me and started to try and kiss me. I tried to fight him off, but he was much too large. I kneed him in between his legs, and he fell to his knees.
I took the opportunity to get away, and I finally found my mother. This time, I wish I hadn't. She was spread out on the kitchen table, surrounded by multiple men doing lewd s****l acts around her and towards her.
I let out a gasp, and started to back away from the kitchen. I needed to get to my room, but once again, I backed into a large body. Turning around, I realized it was the same guy I had just encountered.
He jerked my hair and dragged me through the house. "Where's your room little girl?" he barked. I refused to tell him, so he pulled me into the downstairs bathroom. I tried my best to fight him off, but it was no use.
He punched me in the face and told me to keep quiet. He jerked my dress up and ripped my underwear off of my body. He bent me over the sink and rammed himself inside of me, taking away my virginity, and my self-worth.
Thankfully, it didn't last long, and when he was done, he pushed me onto the floor and walked out. As I laid there and cried, I heard my phone start to ring.
I quickly slammed the door and locked it, and took my phone out of the bag. I didn't know who was calling, but I needed help.
Looking at the screen, I saw it was the prison my Seth was in. I tried not to sound panicked when I answered, and tried to sound even more calm when his voice came on the speaker. However, I lost all control when I heard him say my name.
"Katrina, I need to tell you something. I should have told you when you were here, but I chickened out," he said. The sobs started to jerk from my body, and he asked what was wrong.
"Seth.....Seth....I, I, I need help. I don't know what to do," I cried. I knew he was in no position to help me, but he was the only person I had right now.
"Kat, calm down, babe. Tell me what happened. You were fine when you were here," he said calmly. He was trying to be as calm as he could, but I could hear the anxiety behind his words.
"I, I can't. Seth, I am so scared, but there isn't anything you can do. I don't even know if I'm safe at the moment," I cried.
"Baby, tell me what happened. I can do what I can from here, even it's just to listen," he begged me to tell him.
So I did.
"I, Seth, I stopped at Mr. Darnell's on the way home. When I fnally got home, my yard looked like a nightclub parking lot. I went looking for momma, and was blocked by someone that was attending her party. He tried to attack me, and I kicked them in the groin and got away. I ended up finding momma being gang banged on our kitchen table. I tried to get out of the room, but the man I had been approached by before, grabbed me and dragged me into this bathroom, and he.... Seth, he raped me," I explained in between sobs.
The line was silent, and suddenly I heard him lose his s**t. The guards were trying to calm him down, but were having no luck. A female officer came over the line, and said that they had been listening to the conversation. She asked me a series of questions, and said that help was on the way. She told me to not clean myself up, or use the restroom until I was examined, because if by chance my assailant had left, they could use the DNA from his semen to catch him.
How am I going to do get through this?