His Broken Mafia Queen

6. S A N D R A

"Mom, I have cheer practice," I called from downstairs as I threw my cheer bag on my shoulder. "So I will be late tonight!" I searched for my car keys as I waited for her reply. Not like she would care, but I had to inform them, or they will hurt me again. "Mom?" One thing I am thankful for, though, is that despite their brutal treatment, they bought me a car. Not because they love me, but because my stepdad is a big-shot relator who had to keep appearances. 

"Your mom spent the night at a friend's house." s**t. s**t. s**t. s**t! Speak of the devil. "It's only you and me, princess." No, no, please, no! I couldn't go through his a***e today. I had a long day. I didn't even know he would be here. I thought he would be out at his job by now.

"I-I have to g-go," I started making my way to the front door. "I-I am late." I was practically shaking. I knew the drill if I waited one more second. He has been in our lives since we first moved to this city. Only when I hit puberty did he start having his way with me, and mom never believed me. In fact, she always beat the crap out of me, so I learned to either avoid it or keep it for myself. 

"Why the hurry, princess?" He was blocking my way to the door. He won, and he knew it. I can't fight him. I never could. "It will only take minutes. You know, something to kick off the day?"

"P-please Gerald, let me go this time." The tears started brimming my eyes. I didn't want to get beaten. I have a reputation to uphold at school. I can't let them all see me as vulnerable as Mia. I am better than that.

"You know what this skirt of you does to me." He marched to where I stood shaking, fearing what's to come next. "Now get on your knees and start sucking like the dirty cheerleader you are to get it over with." I shook my head while crying silently. My eyes shut tight as my long fingernails dug into my palms. They will scar, but  I don't care; anything will help distract me from his unwanted touches. "Do it, or I will force you." He took a handful of my hair, making me hiss in pain. "You know I can hurt you very well, princess, and very badly." I once loved being called princess because that's what my father used to call me but now not so much. It seemed like a constant reminder of the ugly things I had to relieve in this house. Both men are no good. In fact, no man in my life is decent enough for me to like.  Slowly but unwillingly, I went on my knees and started unbuckling his belt. Tears kept falling uncontrollably as my hands shook. I hated the feel of him. He was such a dirty man for getting erect from a 17 years-old girl. I pulled it out and whimpered at the contact. I couldn't bring myself to lean over. Yet, Gerald had other plans, "Suck!" He shoved my face into his man-area roughly, forcing me to suck him. I was sobbing as he held my head in place. I tried to push him away but couldn't. He was too strong. He stood on one of my fingers, having muffled screamed mixed with sobs come out from me. He knew he was standing on my finger and didn't care. In fact, he added more pressure until I heard the c***k of the nail. He broke it. He hurt it bad that after he was done cumming on my face, fixed himself up, and left the damn house, I saw the blood pooling around my finger. There is almost no nail now. I don't know how he did it, but he did. He broke my nail, hurt my finger, forced me to suck him, humiliated me, left me there covered in his sticky c*m, and my finger bleeding. 

I was such a damn mess. Not the hot Sandra every guy wishes to be with at school. Not the queen bee or the strong bully that everyone fears.  Here I was, just a pathetic abused little girl that her father abandoned her, her mother despises her, and her stepdad abuses her.

I hate him. I hate them all. 

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I woke up with a gasp at the painful memory, my hand automatically falling on my swollen belly. I could feel the wet tears on my cheeks; I was crying while I am asleep. 

The funny thing is that this was one of the least painful memories. Yet, I couldn't stop panicking nor crying. My skin felt all dirty and itchy, as if I was just being forced this morning when it happened years ago.

I looked at the clock hung on the wall and sighed. It's still night. I was hoping it was the next day, but it seems like I only dozed off for half an hour after my fight with Blake, with him storming off. 

Even though he keeps hurting me and at the moment I really hate him, but I couldn't sleep with him, not in the house. I just don't feel safe. I haven't felt safe since forever. Only when I moved in with Blake did I feel safe and was able to sleep soundly. But now... I sighed as I switched the tv on; I wasn't getting any sleep tonight; I knew it. 

Now, it seems like Blake will turn out to be like every man in my life. Brutal, selfish, and a family abandoner. But it is my fault. I seem to be heading down the same route as my mother- the woman who killed my-- I just hate her, and I hate myself for being stupid.