Gift
1164 Words
Vinorca Jona POV
Three years ago;
"Happy Birthday, my dear sister," he said, coming into my room.
I jumped as he locked the door, wishing me a happy 15th birthday. It was totally uninvited, and what made it worse was that he entered my room unannounced. Whenever he needed something, he always summoned me to his room.
This is weird.
"What's the matter, Vinorca? Why give me that look? Can't your brother wish you a happy birthday?" He walked closer, making me anxious. My body temperature dropped, sending shivers down my spine.
"Tha...nks," I stuttered. How could I speak normally in such a situation?
"Only thanks? No hug, nothing?" He stood straight in front of me, staring at me from head to toe, examining me without leaving an inch uncovered. Even though I was fully dressed, I felt naked under his gaze.
"Mhm," I tried to speak, but he put his finger on my lips, silencing me. I swallowed hard, the saliva in my mouth turning to stone in the heated moment.
"Vinorca, don't you want your gift from me? Your brother prepared a special gift for you. Now you are officially a big girl, aren't you?" he said in a deep voice.
I didn't know how to respond. What did he mean by 'big girl'? I had considered myself grown up since I knew he was responsible for me, though he never fulfilled his duties. I have been taking care of myself for the past five years. Now, he was calling me a big girl, which sounded so inappropriate. His eyes showed no emotions for me to read, even though I tried my best to read.
"I am asking you, bunny. You shouldn't be this scared," Dante chuckled, calling me 'bunny,' which didn't sit right with me.
"I don't need any gift," I breathed out my answer, just feeling the anxiety running through me, which wasn't fine at all.
"But I do want to give you a gift. How can I leave my sister without giving her a gift on such an important day? Isn't it a bit rude, bunny?" He wrapped his hand around me.
My body tensed up, not liking his touch at all.
"What gift?" I asked, maybe if I went with the flow, it would be fine, hopefully.
"Your birthday gift, duh!" Dante answered, sounding like we were playing jokes, which I didn't quite understand. I was here trying to hold a conversation, but he, with his so-called words, was just trying to piss me off more or, should I say, making me anxious to the point where I couldn't understand his hellish behaviour.
"Ahhhhhh!" I screamed in shock as he pushed me, and I fell on the bed, making my whole body bounce back on it.
"Bunny, now it's time for your gift. Don't be so excited," he said.
My eyes widened as he hovered over me, making my heart drop and my stomach scrunch in disgust. Feeling his whole body on me was surely not something I wanted.
"You know how ugly you look, bunny," Dante creased my forehead, making me close my eyes.
Why was he throwing insults and still needing to be this close to me?
"Leave me," I spoke with my dry throat, as my whole body felt like an insect was crawling on it.
"Your expression makes me want to do something with you, bunny, that you can never imagine. You know how long I've been waiting to devour you whole," he whispered, brushing his middle finger on my lower lip, his cold breath falling on my face, making me numb.
"What?" I asked loudly, opening my eyes wide.
"Don't drive me this crazy, bunny. I just need you. I can't wait any longer," his hand slid down my cleavage as he stared directly into my eyes. I didn't know what to say; it was just getting hard for me to calculate anything, but I was not safe. I never thought this man, who hated me to his core, would try something like this.
He never once touched me before, always behaved like I am disgusting, so what happened now?
Tears started streaming down from my eyes, leaving me shattered and weak on the spot.
"Stop crying now, bunny. This is not the time to do so. You need to save these precious tears rather than wasting them like this," his hand made its way under my bra, as another one slid down my thigh, near my core.
I could feel how close he was; my mind started blanking.
"Please, you are doing wrong. You're calling me sister while doing this. Have some shame, Dante," I screamed, with whatever strength I had in my body.
"You think I'm going to regret it? But I don't think it's me who's going to regret it. In a few years, you will be the one who regrets stopping me, bunny," his eyes filled with seriousness. I just kept staring into his eyes, shedding tears and helplessness, pinned down like this under him.
"I am never going to feel this way. You are wrong. Just let go," I pleaded. Why would I need to regret something like this?
In my right mind, I was never going to let this man touch me. Dante was just like my brother, no matter how much he hated me. I could never forget how close we were before our parents' death.
"Shhhhhh! You need to learn many things before you refuse, bunny. This house, the food, education, even these clothes, you're getting all because I am providing. Denying me means you're denying everything else," Dante threatened me.
I felt like my heart stopped beating for a moment. Was this all about money? I didn't need it. I never asked him to adopt me; he did it of his own accord. I couldn't!
"I don't need anything from you, just leave me," I cried out loud.
"Okay then," he answered as he pulled his hands and his body away from me. He walked out, not before giving me a smile that sent chills through my whole body.
I put my knees to my chest and made myself into a cocoon, letting all fear and tears out loud, feeling so helpless.
"Vinorca?"
I jolted back to reality and saw my hands were bleeding from digging my nails into my own skin, pricking it badly, my whole body just shaking with the memories of that day.
How did my heart take it? A 15-years-old kid who might know about everything but never thought that her own step-brother would do that to her.
A person I had known since I opened my eyes—he was there when I was born, the first person to hold me after my parents.
It still hurts. I could never see Dante in the same light as before.
I could forgive anything, thinking it could ease his pain, but not things that left me shredded into pieces.
"Vinorca!!”
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