Begin Again

12. I'm All That You Have

Hey everyone again *TW* this chapter deals with mentions of suicide, SA 😢🥺

"Here," Jace said while handing me a lacy bra, hoodie and sweatpants.

Slowly bending over I whimper out in pain; ugh my whole body aches especially my legs and waist.

Chuckling to himself because my pain and struggles amuses him, Jace walks over to the side of the bed that I'm on and grabs the sweatpants from me.

Putting both of my hands over my princess parts I slowly lifted my legs so they were almost parallel with my thighs to slide my legs into the pants that he was holding.

Once the sweatpants were around my knees, I put my legs back down and Jace backed up slightly while gawking at me. Lifting one hand away from my body, I quickly put the left side of my pants up, bringing that hand back to its original placement. I lift my other hand so I can bring the right side of the pants up.

Unfortunately, I guess because I took too long both sides of the pants flew back to the floor.

''You need some help buttercup?" he taughtened.

I don't want his help, but it hurts so much I need his help, so I mutter a soft "yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes daddy?"

"Good girl, now put your hands on the bed."

Jace has seen me naked way too many times, but anytime I have a way that we can limit physical contact or seeing me naked I will always take it.

But it's been 5 days since Jace, and I had dropped sissy and momma at the spa, and the past 5 days he's been working my body on overdrive.

The smallest movements cause me so much pain, and even though the last thing I want is him next to my naked body I don't think I'll be able to put my clothes on without him.

Feeling his disgusting eyes on me I put my hands on the bed, and while looking down murmured, "can you help me now ... daddy."

I hate calling him dad, and anytime I tell him he's not my dad he oh so politely reminds me of how my birth father abandoned my sister and me.

"I'm all that you have."

"You ungrateful brat I actually want you, and you're going to reject me? You're just like your worthless father."

Those were just two of his favorite lines to counter with, over time I just gave in and when forced I call him daddy even though he doesn't deserve the title.

But I would rather just call him dad, then argue with him and be reminded that the person who promised to protect and always love me, lied.

At some point I realized the pain of not being loved by my father is just too much, so I'll avoid being reminded of it at all costs.

A small thing Jace has picked up on and used to his advantage to force me to do tasks that as a child and his 'daughter' I shouldn't do.

Coming out of my thoughts, expecting to feel the coolness from the cotton pants going on my legs, Jace's icy cold hand is working his way up my thighs.

"Don't worry buttercup, I know you're hurting. I'll do all the work."

I should feel upset, violated but I'm not, I'm just numb. It's something I've gotten used to - the times when he does all the work, I close my eyes and just wait to he rolls off me.

But for once I wish I didn't go numb, I wish I said stop, I wish I had kept my eyes open.

If I did what I had wished this wouldn't be happening.

What is the 'this' I'm relating to?

In the middle of his hands on me, his disgusting way to show his 'affection' , a sequel of sheer pain and agony came out of my body.

Which I don't understand. I know he likes it when I scream- so I stay quiet.

Opening my eyes, I'm met with the heart shattering sight of Demontre looking at our 'father" inside of me, with tears in her eyes, and her mouth agape with screams coming out of it.

Why is she even here, they're not supposed to be back for two more days. Judging by the flabbergasted look on Jace's face he's just as shocked as I was that she's here.

The past few years I've prided myself in the fact that I've been able to protect sissy. I was able to do what our brothers and dad said they would do but didn't.

She knows what I am, what he does to me, just like our father and brothers I failed.

Don't mind me I'm just crying🥹