Daughter of a Sabretooth

Chapter Thirteen

   Chapter Thirteen

 I woke up in Victor's arms, covered by only a thin sheet. I felt so sick and

disgusting and dirty, I almost threw up on him. It was just all too weird. I

thought he was my father, but it turns out he's not, it turns out his brother

Logan is my father, the Logan I originally thought to be my uncle is now

my father, which makes Victor my uncle so I just got...raped...by my

uncle. It was just all so confusing and painful to think about. I moaned and

pulled away from Victor. I put my underwear back on and pulled the sheet

off of him to cover my exposed skin. He barely stirred as I pulled the sheet

off of his naked body. There was blood on the sheets. My blood. I took a

deep, shaky breath and forced myself not to throw up. Or cry. Despite my

strong will not to, I couldn't prevent the sob from wracking my whole

body and escaping my throat. I quickly covered my hand with my mouth,

but it was too late. Victor sat up and rubbed his face. I kept my back to

him and tried to pull the sheet up to cover my chest as much as possible. I

felt his cold, large hands on my shoulders and I flinched away, biting my

lip to keep from screaming or crying.

"Wonderful night last night, wasn't it?" He whispered, cruel humor in his

deep voice. He laughed a little then I heard his footsteps pad away. "Get

dressed, I have a feeling that today is going to be the day you get to see

your father again." I turned and glared at him.

"I hate you." I spat, fiery anger suddenly burning in my chest.

"Good." He replied flatly, pulling his pants back on and zipping them up. I

marched over to him and slapped him. I'm not sure what got into me, what

gave me the boldness to even attempt that. Victor just chuckled as if it

didn't even hurt which angered me more.

"You—you're supposed to be my uncle for pity's sake. Someone kind and

caring that loves me—"

"I made love to you, does that count?" I slapped him again.

"You're a rapist pig and I can't stand looking at you!" I screamed. With

one swift tug he had pulled the sheet off of me. It fluttered to the floor,

landing at my feet. His eyes roamed over my body, taking especially long

studying the scars.

"These are from me, aren't they?"

"Some of them." I stated in a low, bitter voice. "Some are from the

government researchers."  His finger tips barely brushed against my skin

as he traced the scars, causing tingles to flood through my body. I

swallowed hard and pulled away, turning my back to him again. A few

seconds later, I heard the door shut. I turned back around to find that I was

now alone in the room. All I wanted to do was break down and cry, but I

had done that too many times. I was sick of hiding in the corner like a

sniveling little weakling. For once in my life, I wanted to be strong and

face my fears. I grabbed my T-shirt and jeans, quickly pulled them on,

heading out the door. I was going to follow Victor. There was no way I

was going to let him kill Logan. No way in hell.