Amber rolled silently out of the bed she had just shared with Damien. She could still smell her sex in the air. For three hours she had made sure that he had filled both her mouth and her pussy with his hot seed. She wasn't one for anal she always thought that hole was meant as an exit and not an entrance. Amber never could understand some peoples fascination with it. Yet as she watched her sleeping bother as he rested so comfortably underneath those soft warm sheets. While she did love him, the events prior to her becoming his girlfriend would never leave her mind. The night her father forced himself into her room like a mad beast. Tearing at her clothes to try and take what he couldn't have. The insane look she saw in his eyes as she tried to fight him off as his fist pounded on her. The hurtful words he spat at her as he shook her violently when she failed to yield to his demands. The rushing of feet as Lynn came rushing into her room.
His annoyance filled grunts as Lynn jumped onto his back pounding his head with her fist. Then her mother rushing into her room adding her own blows as their father slapped Lynn across the face. The crashing of furniture as her mother fought valiantly against him. The shattering sound of her lamp as her mother bashed her father over the head knocking him out cold. Then her mother's frantic state as she ushered them out of that home they once shared before turning up at her uncle's place. The days she spent in fear as her father sat outside his house shouting insults at her, her mother, and her uncle and his family for hiding them from him. It was only when Maison exited his home with a drawn gun did her father high tail it out of there, and yet it didn't keep her father away for long. When Damien had told them he was going to pick up their mother from work since their father was pacing threateningly out side her office building. How her heart raced in fear as the hours passed and they hadn't returned. When her mother told her how Damien had disarmed and beaten their father so easily the feeling of relief and security washed over her in the first time in three years. She hoped her father would be behind bars for a very long time. Then there was that boy at the party. She knew soon she would have to appear in court to make sure he faced what was coming to him. Amber just hoped Damien would be there with her.
Amber didn't know why she felt so safe around Damien, yet she was glad she did; because if it wasn't for him she doubted she could ever be so strong. Slowly, closing his bedroom door she needed to speak with her mother. She knew that she too had gone through what had happened to her, although her mother never had anyone to save her from the man that forced himself onto her. So maybe her mother could help her deal with what still lingered in the back of her mind.
"Mom?" Amber said as she entered the kitchen as the dawning sun peeked over the horizon. Martha stood in front of the stove flipping over the current flapjack she was cooking for her small family.
"Yes dear?" Martha asked humming happily over the sweet smelling pancakes.
"Can we talk?" Amber asked sitting across from her twin sister.
"Of course dear!" Martha said, smiling sweetly at her daughter as she sat down the towering stack of pancakes. "Now what is it would you like to talk about?" she asked as she set the warm plate of bacon on the table that she had kept warm in the oven.
"Could you tell me about the time..."
"Amber, sweetheart what's going on?"
"Mom, I think she's talking about how you got pregnant with," Lynn said pointing to the ceiling.
"Oh? Umm, Amber, I don't think that's a suitable subject to talk about while we are having breakfast," Martha said nervously. She has never truly spoken at length about the fifteen-year-old boy that had raped her one warm spring day on her way home from school. Even after twenty-five years it was still a subject she dared not touch; because she could still feel his hands on her, his breathe on the back of her neck as he held her against the ground while he took her innocence.
"Please Mom!" Amber pleaded with her.
"Alright, first I want to know why you want to hear about a very dark time in my life?" Martha asked staring intently at her daughter.
"Because I want and need to know how you have dealt with it and came out rather stable from that ordeal."
"Honey," Martha said, reaching across the table taking hold of her hand. "Is this about that boy from the party?"
"And Dad too," Amber whispered trembling fearing at any moment her father would appear out of the shadows.
"What?!" Martha roared surging from her seat the her chair skidding a few inches behind. "Amber Kaylyn Edwards! You tell me right this moment what you meant by your father too?!" Unaware Damien had snuck down the stairs soon after Amber had left his bed. His jaw set fiercely as he leaned against the wall. It wasn't until he had decided to leave his grandparents home for the Army that his vile grandmother spat out 'that she didn't want a child of rape any longer in her home and she hoped he died far away from them', among the other vile things she levied against him throughout his childhood. It was a wonder that Damien had turned out so mentally stable: mostly.
Amber squirmed underneath her mother's gaze as she tried to get her tongue to work, "Since I was fifteen Dad's been trying to get me to do things to him," she said her voice sqeaked as she tried to hold back the emotions that she had kept buried for so long.
"Oh baby! Why didn't you tell me?" Martha asked rushing to her daughter's side, wrapping Amber in her arms placing a kiss on top of her head as Amber softly cried into her mother's chest.
"W-w-when y-you f-found him beating on Lynn. H-he tried rape me that night," Amber said through sobs and hiccups.
"Oh my god," Martha said, remembering what her son had asked her a week ago. How was it that he had noticed it while she the parent missed out on all the signs. She knew once they got home she would be telling the D.A. to add attempted rape charge's along with the attempted murder charge Michael was currently facing. "Baby? Did he?" Martha breathed out a sigh of relief as Amber shook her head.
"He almost did but Lynn came and saved me," Amber said. She would be eternally grateful to her big sister for saving her that night. "And so did you, Mom," she said, wrapping her arms tightly around her mother's waist.
"And I'd do it again," Lynn said fiercely.
"Oh, sweetheart, I wish I had known sooner so you would never have known the fear I felt when Brian Williams raped me."
