Shhh... Gianna's Side (14 page)

“Remove the towel.” I peeked up at him through my lashes to find his eyes still remained dark and callous. I threw the towel at his feet and he smirked at my attempt of being rebellious.

“You still look exactly the same,” he revealed.

“I find that hard to believe,” I knowingly replied.

I saw his Adam’s apple move as he walked over to me, each footstep deliberately calculated and precise. He kneeled down to my level, sittin
g on the soles of his shoes. He crudely grabbed my chin and he reared my face, settling it to look directly at him.

He smiled. “Spread your legs, Gianna.”

“What?” I asked in confusion.

“You heard me. Don’t act all coy, Miss Edwards. You fuck
anything that has a cock. Now. Spread. Your. Fucking. Legs. For. Me,” he drawled, accenting every word. “Be a good a girl,” he mocked in a tone that had me wanting to smack the smug look off his face.

I pulled my lips into my mouth and slowly opened my legs, inch by inch. He still hadn’t looked down when they were fully opened and all of me was exposed.

“Isn’t this what you always wanted, me to look at you? Huh?” He let go of my chin and slapped the side of my face, not hard but enough to let me know he was in charge.

“Huh? Gianna?” He slapped the other side, and he did it over and over again until I finally screamed out yes.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” He pushed me back onto the bed and my head turned to the side. I knew where he was looking now and I didn’t want to witness it.

“Your
pussy is still pretty, Gianna. Nice to know that all the men you’ve fucked haven’t ruined it. You always were a little cock slut,” he humiliated, taking away the last of my dignity.

“It’s very pretty, actually. It’s just the right shade of pink.” I sucked in air from the tears falling down the side of my face.

“Gianna…” he said in a singing tone. “When someone pays you a complement you should say thank you. Where the fuck are your manners? I let you bathe, I gave you water, and now I told you that your cunt is pretty. What do you say?” he taunted. “Huh?” He slapped my pussy and I whimpered.

He did it again and again. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I screamed.

“Much better. We are going to have to work on those manners and respect, Miss Edwards,” he scolded. “Now. I have another guest waiting for me.”

I sat straight up. “No!”

“Yes…what kind of host would I be to not include my guests of honor? I’ll tell you something though, I never thought Mack would be the strong one in this scenario. Which is all the more reason to make her scream, don’t you think?”

“Fuck you!” I shouted.

The back of his hand hit me across the face and I fell straight into the mattress. “Don’t be needy, Gianna. You know how much I hate that.” The door closed and the room locked.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, just so that she would know I was there and prayed that she could hear me.

I had no sense of time. I didn’t even know how long he left me in that room alone. It could have been a few hours or a few days, everything was blending together. I wasn’t tied to the bed anymore and I had the liberty to move around, although I couldn’t. Lying in fetal position was the only thing that stopped me from wanting to throw up. The shakes were getting worse and my body felt like it was crumbling from the inside out. My bones hurt, and I would go from sweating to freezing cold. My body couldn’t decide what state it wanted to be in other than miserable. I heard the door unlock, followed by footsteps. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was.

“You haven’t moved at all,” he announced.

“No shit,” I grumbled. The shakiness in my voice was apparent.

He threw something on the bed and I glanced at it from the corner of my eye. I knew that bottle. I quickly tried to turn around to grab it.

“You’re pathetic. I would rather have you drunk than unconscious.”

I nodded, agreeing with him. He was right
, there was no use denying it. I sat up and reached for the bottle. My hands were shaking so bad that it made it difficult for me to get the top off. Once I finally managed to get it open, I brought it up to my nose and inhaled the intoxicating smell of cheap ass vodka. I placed it on my lips and gulped as much as I could.

“Ugh…” I yelled
, wiping at my mouth with the back of my arm. I took a few more swigs until I had the nerve to look up at him. He looked at me with revulsion and remorse all at the same time.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“What the fuck happened to you? Who are you?” he questioned, never taking his gaze away from my eyes.

“I don’t know anymore. I haven’t known in a really long time
.”

He
groaned something under his breath, shook his head, and left the room.

I went back to drinking my bottle and before I knew it
, half of it was gone. The shakiness and nausea also left. I took my newfound drunken state for a walk around the room. I stumbled a little when I first got off the bed, I couldn’t remember the last time I actually felt drunk. Drinking had become my regimen to not feel like shit, not because I wanted to get inebriated. I laughed at myself when I realized I was naked.

It was entertaining now.

“What have you gotten yourself into now, G?” I sighed and half giggled to myself.

I made my way over to the window
, and at first, I thought I was imagining it. Alcohol can do that to you, right? There, before my very own eyes, was McKenzie. I hadn’t seen her in years. Mr. Nichols was walking behind her and I could see her turning around every few seconds to say something. I couldn’t tell if they were having a conversation or if they were arguing. My question was answered when I saw him shove her. I lost my shit. I started banging on the window, screaming at the top of my lungs. She didn’t deserve any of this, although part of me wanted her to suffer. The part that still loved her, the part of me that missed her like crazy, the part of me that was still tied to her by memories and emotions wanted her to be safe.

“Mack! Mack! Mack! Stop it! Mack!” I yelled repeatedly.

It didn’t matter they couldn’t hear me or see me. I was just exhausting myself trying to get their attention. It dawned on me that it had always been like that. Nothing had fucking changed in all this time. The realization was a rude awakening in my drunken state. I went from being concerned to being angry. I hadn’t allowed myself to feel angry in such a long time, I avoided it with liquor, and there I was, drunk as shit and feeling everything. It made my vision blur and I seethed with rage. I should have moved away from the window. I should have gone back and just kept drinking until it all went away; it had always worked before and it would probably work again. I couldn’t get my goddamn legs to move. It was like I was permanently glued to that position. I waited until I saw her again. When she returned, I took in her appearance; her face was the same but older, she was still beautiful.

I was sad when I couldn’t see her anymore. My emotions were all over the place…my brain was hyperaware of everything I was feeling, like it had been deprived for so long that it was now returning full force.

The door slammed, taking me away from my reflections.

“Well
, look who decided to get up. You seem like you’re feeling better.”

I turned around
, leaning on the windowsill. His eyes wandered from my face all the way down my body. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t felt satisfaction from the look in his eyes.

“Where’s Mack?”

The question caught him off guard and he cocked his head to the side, moving closer to me. He stopped when we were about a foot apart. “What is up with you guys? Do you not talk anymore?”

I laughed
. “I haven’t spoken to Mack in a really long time. Why are you hurting her? She didn’t do anything. It was all me. She did it for me.”

It was his turn to laugh
. “I find it amusing that she plays the same card that you do. You both are manipulative bitches.”

“We never meant for any of that to happen. It got so out of hand so fast. It took on a life of its own,” I explained, the alcohol making it easy for me to do so.

“And that makes it all right? All is forgiven now? We’re even,” he interrogated with caution in his tone.

“We’re far from even, Mr. Nichols. We’re maybe closer th
ough, an eye for an eye. Is that what this is all about?”

“You’re drunk,” he stated
, finally taking in my disheveled appearance.

“And you know what they say about drunks and kids, right? They always tell the truth,” I snapped.

He backhanded me across the face before I even saw it coming, and then grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the bed face first. I closed my eyes, trying to pretend I was somewhere else. He flipped me over so I was on my back and held me in place by my hair.

“Look at me
, you little cunt,” he barked, and tried to open my eyes with his fingers. I rolled my eyes to the back of my head.

“Look at me!”

I didn’t move or make one sound. I knew exactly what he wanted from me and I wouldn’t give him the gratification of ever controlling me again. He aggressively grabbed my wrists and locked them together with his grip above my head. He growled as he positioned himself on top of me, spreading my legs. I felt the roughness of his jeans against my pussy. He started to smack the sides of my breasts and I could feel them reddening with every slap. When that didn’t work, he attacked my nipples, pinching and kneading them.

“Goddamn it!” he shouted.

He unbuckled his pants and made another growling sound. I closed my eyes harder and waited for him to fuck me. 

“What the fuck!” he screamed in my face
. “Fight back, Gianna. Scream at me, push me, do fucking something.”

“I can’t!” I yelled, opening
my eyes to stare at him.

He violently slapped my pussy a few times
; I still hadn’t moved or made a sound. I looked into his eyes, waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to me. When his fingers spread my lips, he swiped his finger back and forth a few times and that’s when he realized I was wet.

“What the fuck!” he screamed, slamming his fist
in the mattress by the side of my face. He abruptly got off me and started pacing. I lay there, staring at the ceiling and waited for his next move.

“Nothing is going the way I thought it would. This situation is more fucked up
than I had anticipated. What the fuck is wrong with you guys? What happened?” he questioned, to no one in particular, I’m pretty sure he was talking to himself.

“We fucked up. We fucked up everything,” I answered.

He slid down the wall and sat on his ass with his knees close to his chest. He rested his forearms on his knees and bent his head down. I rolled over sideways and laid my head on my arm. He looked up and we stared at each other.

“You look the same, Mr. Nichols…a little older
, but still the same.”

He didn’t say anything; he seemed dumbfounded
and in shock or something.

“Can I see Mack?”

“Why do you think you’re here, Gianna? Do you think this is a fucking party?”

“You can hurt me. I know you want to,” I simply stated. 

He groaned and pulled the hair away from his face like he wanted to tear it out.

“I want you to hurt me,” I said, barely above a whisper.

He shook his head in disappointment, it was the first time I saw real sympathy on his handsome face. “You’re killing yourself. The drinking.”

I shrugged
. “I’m already dead, I have been for a very long time.”

He shook his head again, only this time
, the anger had returned. “You think I’m fucking stupid, don’t you? You think I don’t know what you’re doing. What you’ve always done. You should have been an actress, Gianna. You missed your calling.”

“What happened that night–”

“Which night?” he interrupted.

“You remember?”

“Of course. I remember everything, especially that night. I think about it all the time. I have spent the last eight years of my life thinking about us. That’s the reason all of this happened, isn’t it? You didn’t get your way,” he spoke with conviction.

“No!” I sat straight up. “That’s not why! You did this!”

He scoffed in disbelief, “You’re full of shit. You were fine with it.”

I narrowed my eyes
. “That’s not what happened! I was never fine with it! You’re a fucking liar!” I yelled.

He viscously laughed, “Does Mack know? Did you ever tell her?”

I shook my head no.

“It’s interesting to see how much you guys truly hid from each other. I mean
, for two girls who used to call themselves sisters. You need to learn something about secrets, little girl, they always come out. One way or another, the truth has a way of coming out and making itself known when you least expect it.”

“Does that make you the judge or juror?”

He smiled. “There she is. There’s Miss Edwards…I’ve been waiting for her to make an appearance.” He slowly got up and walked over to me.

He kneeled down and leaned forward
. “See…here’s the thing, I want you to hate me,” he spoke into my ear. “I want to hurt you. I want to make you bleed,” he grabbed my hair and yanked back my head, I yelped from the intrusion on my scalp.

He looked directly into my eyes
. “I want to hear you scream and beg me to stop. Not from pleasure, Miss Edwards, but from fucking pain.” He wrapped his other hand around my throat and I immediately heard my heartbeat through my ears.

“I could choke you to death right now and you would let me. What a sad
, pathetic person you have turned into, Miss Edwards. At least the girl in high school had balls and went after what she wanted. This girl is nothing but a fucking drunk. You’re everything that you never wanted to become. What a disappointment you must be for everyone, especially your father.” I spit in his face and it landed on the corner of his mouth. He grinned, brought out his tongue, and licked it off. He roughly pushed me into the mattress and then pulled me up by my hair. I reached to place my hands over his to relieve some of the pressure, but he grabbed my hands and held them at my back.

He let go of my hair for just a second to open the door
, and shoved me forward to walk. It was hard to walk with my hands held behind me and my head pulled back, but he didn’t care. He moved at a quicker pace; I tried to keep up but stumbled on my footing a couple of times.

“Where are we going?” I shrieked, trying to control the fear I felt.

“Shut the fuck up, Gianna. Don’t say one more goddamn word. We’re going where I want you to be.”

“But–”
He pushed my arms higher and I shut right up.

We walked up the stairs until we made it
to solid iron double doors and he kicked the left side open. I was met with a breeze and sunlight.

“Walk,” he ordered.

We were on the sundeck of the building and all the railings were gone. My heart dropped to my stomach and my eyes widened in fear. I used all the power I could to push him back and try to get away; I didn’t even nudge him. He applied more pressure on my scalp and arms and moved effortlessly where he wanted me.