Generational Sins (24 page)

I was eligible to live in off-campus housing, so I chose to live between my school and David's. I had a tiny efficiency apartment, but I didn't have to share it. David and I began to alternate weekends, going to the mountain house, staying at my place, or staying at his dorm.

My phone rang as I was walking back to my apartment after my last class of the week. The caller ID said it was David. He probably wanted to tell me what the plans for the weekend were.

"Hi, David," I answered.

"Hey, beautiful. How was class?"

"Good. How was yours?"

"It's been a hard week to be honest. How would you feel about blowing off some steam tonight?"

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"I want to take you dancing."

"What?" I spoke a little too loud into the phone and a couple of people on the street turned their heads to look at me. I lowered my voice and walked a little faster.

"You can't really mean that, David. You know I can't dance."

"I'm sure you'll do fine, Katlyn."

Katlyn. Oh. Hell. No.

"David," I whined, "really, it's a bad idea."

"Are you really saying 'no' to me?" His voice was cold. He was giving me an order, and I was disobeying. If I really didn't want to go, I would have to safeword. That would be the only way out of this, and I wasn't willing to go that far. After all, the last time I went dancing was the night I finally got David to notice me. Maybe this wouldn't be too terrible.

"No, Sir. What time would you like me to be there?"

"Actually, Jessica and Molly are coming over to your place now. It will be the six of us, and they thought you might want help getting ready."

I groaned internally. We didn’t spend a whole lot of time going out with other couples, but I still had some friends from my old dorm, and David was sending them to torture me. This was going to be a long night.

Three hours of hair pulling, nail painting, and other torturous female rituals later we were ready to go. The plan was to meet the boys at the club.

The place was smoky and the music was loud, but after the second beer it didn't seem so bad. My friends had dressed me in a short black skirt and a strappy tank top. I felt naked. The shoes were even worse. It would be a miracle if I didn't trip and kill myself. David stood by the bar with me for a while and let me loosen up, but eventually the two other couples made their way to the dance floor, and he pulled me in that direction as well. He stepped into me, pressing his warm body against mine, and I relaxed into his arms. He always felt so perfect.

"Breathe, Kat," he said in my ear, "just relax and let me lead you."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my head on his chest, and we began to move. David was an incredible dancer. His self-confidence really came out in his sure, steady movements. He put one leg between both of mine and rocked his hips back and forth. I lost myself in the graceful fluidity of his body, and soon I forgot that other people sounded us.

He put his hands all over me, just on the decent side of provocative. It felt like heated foreplay, and I loved it. He turned me periodically, alternating between curling his strong body around me from behind and grinding his thigh between my legs. David focused on me like I was the only woman in the room. We could have been dancing in my apartment for all we knew.

The spell was broken when Michael tapped David on the shoulder. They were taking a break to get some drinks. We followed them off the floor. A shot and beer later, I thought my bladder was likely to explode, so I excused myself to use the lady's room. There was a line, so I crossed my legs and waited. I was so glad that David had forced me to come. This was actually really fun. Finally, a stall opened up, and I went as quickly as I could. I looked for David as I came out, but it seemed as if they had left the table. I assumed he had probably returned to the dance floor, so I paused for a minute to scan the crowd for our group.

"Hi there, sexy." A pair of sweaty arms circled my waist from behind. His breath was hot and foul on my neck. Definitely not David.

I stepped forward out of his grip, but he pulled me back. He was a bit wobbly on his feet, and his speech was slurred. Very drunk.

"Don't be like that. Dance with me."

"No thank you," I said stepping forward again and trying to turn around. He circled one of my wrists in his hands, and turned me to face him. He knocked me off balance in the high heels, and I stumbled into him.

"That's better," he said, running one hand down my hip and pulling me closer.

"Get the fuck away from me."

"Oh come on, baby, you know you want it."

"Fuck off." I tried to push him off, but he easily had a hundred pounds on me. There was little I could do physically. I raised my voice, but it did no good with the blaring music and noise of the crowd. He came closer.

"Get your filthy fucking hands off of me!" I screamed as loud as I could. I made an effort to knee him in the groin, but even in his drunken state, he must have been expecting it because he only squeezed my arm tighter as he forced me up against the wall.

Next thing I knew, I saw David's beautiful blue eyes over his shoulder, and then he was gone, and David was beating the shit out of him. Blood flew from his nose, as David's fist made impact. The man tried to throw up his hands in protection, but David was much faster, and he hit the ground before he even had a chance to swing back.

A large open circle had opened in the crowd, giving them room.

"You will never fucking touch my girl again," David said, as he kicked him one more time, hard in the stomach. Michael made his way over and pulled a still-fighting David off of the man.

"Let's go man," Michael said, trying to haul David out before the cops got involved. "That's enough. He won't get up. We gotta get out of here."

The six of us slipped out the side door and into the night. Once David regained his senses, he came to me, immediately pulling me into his arms.

"God, baby, are you okay? Did that asshole hurt you?"

"I'm fine, David. I'm glad you came though; he was really freaking me out."

"No one, will ever hurt you while I'm around, Kat," he promised. "No one is ever going to fucking touch you like that again." His voice was dripping with venom and there was an evil hatred in his eyes that scared the shit out of me. I was glad Michael was big enough to pull David off of that guy. I didn't want to know what might have happened if he hadn't been stopped. He looked ready to commit murder.

When we started walking again I could see David's hands, still clenched into fists. The knuckles on his right hand were covered in blood.

"We need to get your hands cleaned up. Where do you want to go?" I asked.

He thought for a minute. "Let's go to your apartment."

We said goodnight to the group and David drove at a reckless speed back to my apartment. As soon as we arrived he pulled me out of the car and practically ran into my place. He took one step inside my door before pinning me against it and turning the deadbolt over my shoulder.

"You belong to me," he said, before crushing my lips with his in a bruising kiss. "Mine."

"Yours," I agreed, trying to undress him as he pulled my skirt up around my waist and pushed my panties down. He managed to unzip his pants and lift me up. My legs went around his waist, and he thrust into me in one hard, fluid motion, slamming me into the wooden door with a loud thump.

I cried out at the assault and dug my nails into his shoulders. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked it greedily, trying to find something to hang onto as he slammed into my pussy over and over.

My ass made a solid thumping sound as he fucked me hard against the door, but I couldn't bring myself to care who was listening. All I could focus on was the feel of his cock, driving me higher with every thrust.

His voice was gravely in my ear, his body unrelenting. "You are mine. Say it!"

"I'm yours, David."

"No one else can touch you. You belong to me. Fucking mine."

"Yes, I belong to you," I whispered. I could barely breathe. I was so close to the edge. He never slackened his pace. His fingers dug into my thighs as he held me up. Pounding.

"Louder, Katlyn. Say it louder."

"I belong to you."

"Again."

"I belong to you," I moaned. So fucking close.

"Fuck yes. Come for me."

He thrust up into me one more time and held me there with his cock buried deep inside me. I couldn't hang on any longer, letting my orgasm over take me in waves of unparalleled bliss.

The drive to my parent's house took far too long, and my stomach was a pit of knots by the time we pulled up to the house. The manor was set on more than sixty acres, and nearly all of it was wooded. The long driveway curled through the woods, avoiding the shear drops and rocky terrain that made the landscape so beautiful. It was impossible to see the house from the road, but as we moved through the trees I could see that the house was dark.

Had he taken my mother to the hospital? He would only do that if she were really seriously injured. I skidded to a stop in front of the house and jogged up the front steps telling Kat to stay in the car and lock the doors.

The front door was locked and no one answered when I rang the bell. I jogged around to the garage where there was a keypad entrance. I typed in the code, and the garage door lifted.

I moved swiftly through the house, turning on lights as I went. Were they here? There had been cars in the garage, but I hadn't counted how many. My father changed cars frequently so that wasn't necessarily a good indicator. Maybe they had taken an ambulance.

"Mom?" I called.

"Mom are you here?"

A soft groan came from the direction of the kitchen. I dogged the coffee table and ran. I flipped on the kitchen light and found my mother in a heap on the tile floor. She was curled in the fetal position, clutching her stomach as if she had been kicked.

"Mom? Mom, can you hear me?"

"David?" she whispered. "Why are you here? You shouldn't be here."

"Don't worry about that. How badly are you hurt?" I let my medical training take over as I checked her bones for breaks. The right side of her face was swollen, but the pain seemed to be mostly in her stomach. There was very little blood.

"I'm okay," she said, "just an accident."

"Accident my ass," I mumbled. "That fucking bastard. Tell me what happened. Did he kick you in the stomach?"

I pressed my fingertips gently into her abdomen, trying to determine the source of the ache. Being punched in the stomach could have easily knocked the wind out of her and caused a good deal of pain, but hopefully he hadn't caused any internal damage.

"Do you remember if you blacked out?" I looked at her eyes, checking for signs of a concussion.

"Yes, I think I hit my head pretty hard on the counter," she finally admitted. "I don't remember anything after that."

"Is he still here?"

"I don't know. I only just woke up when I heard you calling."

"It seems like he left. The whole house was dark. Do you think you can get up? I don't think there's any permanent damage. Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No, that will only anger him. You shouldn't be here, David. You'll only make it worse."

"You're not staying here. You're coming home with Kat and me."

"We both know that's not possible, David."

I helped her up from the floor and sat her in one of the kitchen chairs.

"I don't care any more. We're leaving. We'll go to Kat's place in Montana or something. I'll find a job. We'll change our names. He's gone too far this time. We're not staying."

My mother looked up at me, a tear running down her cheek. "She was right?" she asked.

"Who was right about what?" I crossed the room to the freezer and made an icepack for her swollen cheek.

"Kat. She told me that you weren't like your father, and I didn't believe her."

"I'm a very good actor, Mother. I've had to be," I said, kneeling down beside her and pressing the ice to her cheek. "I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you, but I couldn't risk him finding out."

"So Thanksgiving, you did that to Kat for what?"

"It's complicated, Mom. I can't explain everything right now, but just believe me when I say it's consensual. Kat's been in on it the whole time. We have a plan to get you out of here, but we've been waiting for my graduation. It was a bad idea to wait. We should have left by now. You stay here and hold this ice on your cheek. I'm going to go pack your bags."

"He'll find us, David. You know he won't let us go without a fight."

"I know, Mom. We'll just have to figure it out as we go. Kat can find a teaching job anywhere, and we have a little money set aside. We'll figure it out. Just rest a minute. Is there anything that you can't live without? I'll make sure I pack it."

"No, just get some of my clothes. Nothing here is important to me."

I jogged up the stairs to my parents’ bedroom, planning to pull as much as I could from my mother's closet, and then leave. Hopefully we could get out before my father came home. Haphazardly I started throwing my mother's elegant designer clothes into their biggest suitcase. She wouldn't be able to afford clothes like this for a while, but I didn't think she'd mind. We would all adjust. We'd have to.