Whisper

TRIGGER WARNING !!! If you're sensitive to stuff like this, please stop reading. You're not the only one btw This scared the shit out of me.

Prologue

I walked in my room and slammed the door and looked in the mirror. I growled because my mother did some dumb ass shit yet once again. I pulled out my phone and called my father.

“Hey baby girl, what’s going on now?”

“You know exactly what’s going on! This woman sucks.”

“So, what do you want me to do about this huh?”

“I want to come see you…I know your car is broken but I can just take their car and drive off. They won’t know anything…” I sneaked downstairs and went to the counter and grabbed my mother’s boyfriend's car keys. I decided to run outside and start his car up then drive off to see my father.

How could this bitch (my mother) decide what was best for me? My dad knew that I was meant to do this and she wants to force me to become a housewife while she’s hoeing around with this man and my dad just takes it. They both need help. But, I know my father is loving and caring for me. He doesn’t want anything bad to happen to me either. We would literally spend the entire day together if we had to. My father and mother always had it out for each other. Ever since I was born. I’m not the only child but my older brother was kicked out of the house, and I don’t even know where he is.

Sometimes this woman tends to get on my nerves.

I began driving through the city until I made it to my fathers favorite park. I got out of the car and sat by the tree and waited for my father to make his way to the park. I looked up at the sky and thought about everything that has happened with my life. I began to watch the kids play on the playground with their families. I began to shed a tear because I thought of how my parents used to treat me before they would argue and fight consistently. I wonder why do parents consider arguing in front of their kids and letting go of the entire relationship that they built up? I wiped my tears as I saw my dad ride on his bicycle and smiled as he saw me. I got up in happiness and hugged him.

“Hey Mae.” He hugs me tighter.

“Hey Dad, can we get some ice cream?”

“Sure.” He grabbed his bike and rode it to the side and continued to walk inside to the ice cream stand. “Can I get pralines with cookies and cream?” I smirked at him and folded my arms. He knew my favorite ice cream flavor. Even though my own mother forgot mine.

The man gave me the ice cream as I instantly got to licking up the pralines out of the ice cream. I sighed in relief because it was so good and I haven’t had it in years. Unless I was with my dad. I finished the ice cream and glanced at my dads bike.

“What, you still can’t ride a bike huh?” I shook my head no. I remember when I was younger I fell off my bike and swore that I would never ride a bike again. “If you’re still in that little accident that happened to you, you might as well get that out of your head.” He grabbed my hand and put me on the bike. I was instantly losing my balance and he proceeded to try and calm me down. “Relax, Mae. The only reason you’ll fall is if you think about it.” I shook my head and began riding the bike. I was looking straight instead of looking down. My dad continued to grip onto the bike to reassure me as I got the feeling of riding the bike. I was happy. I was learning. I feel like without my dad, I would not be knowing how to ride a bike right now. I continued to ride faster and faster as my dad let go.

There I was riding around the park as my dad was cheering me on and clapping. Tears of joy began to stream down my face as I looked at my dad and smiled. My smile began to fade away as I saw an all black BMW with tinted windows pull up. I tilt my head and get an even better look at it. I saw the windows roll down as 3 guys leaned out the car and aimed their guns. My dad turned around and saw it and he pushed me to the ground as I covered my face as I heard gunshots ricocheted throughout the park. I heard screams and children crying. My tears began to stream down my face. I heard footsteps as I felt my shirt tighten around my body and I was picked up and saw the barrel of the gun. My eyes began to wander and I saw blood and one of the masked people slapped my face and grabbed on to my face.

“This didn’t happen, okay?! You didn’t see shit.” I shook my head rapidly. As they threw me towards my bike and I fell on top of it. I took my breath and looked over at my dad and saw him bleeding out. People came out of hiding and saw me.

“D-Dad…Talk to me please? CALL THE COPS! Someone please!” I pleaded as I saw people recording and taking pictures. I was so angry and I ran almost falling down to my phone and began dialing 9-1-1. People were still recording. “What the fuck! Help my dad! Please!!” I felt a strong grip around me as they were pulling me away from my father. “Let me go!” I began to fight as a gun was aimed at my head. I was forced inside of the car and one of the guys pistol whipped me as I felt myself losing consciousness and I just saw my dad in the distance take his last breath.

Everything went black.

Water was splashed on my face as I looked up and saw my mothers boyfriend Maxx and I glared at him.

“So, Whisper. Why the hell did you get your shitty ass dad to take my car?”

“I took your car motherfucker. Why? Because I didn’t give a fuck what you thought about it” I glared and spat in his face. He wiped it off and he gripped me by my neck. He lifted me off of the chair. As I was looking into his possessed brown eyes. He slammed my head onto the table. I screamed internally to show him that it didn’t hurt. But in reality, I was fucking terrified. I knew that I wouldn’t get out of this in one piece.

“You think you scare me? I can see right through your little act. I know that you are shaking in your fucking boots right now, Whisper.” He unbuttoned my jeans and began to reach inside of my pants. I felt his cold, blood filled hands touch my pussy as I tried to stop him. My mind began to panic as I looked around and saw more than one guy. One of them began to grab onto his dickprint turned on. My breathing became harder as I tried kicking. I heard the gun cock back as he aimed it at my head. “Jump frog jump. I’ll put you in the fucking ground like the rest of them.”

“Stop it…” I mumbled.

“What are you gonna do? Daddy’s dead. I’m your new daddy now. And don’t try to tell your mama either. She wouldn’t believe her dirty slut of a daughter.” I tried looking away and trying to grab the drugs on the side of me to put myself to sleep. He knocked it over and it all fell on the ground. He moved my head to look at him. “Nah nah. I want you to look me in my eyes as I’m fucking you. I want you to know the man that’s inside you. This is how a man shows a woman love.” I cried and pleaded. He got closer to my ear and said, “I love when they beg for me.” He shot the gun but it hit the table instead of me. He laughed and I was just full of fear. My ears began to ring as I distinctly heard his moans a little muffled.

The pain of trying to think happy thoughts while I’m being raped fucking sucks. It’s like I don’t feel anything any more. I look at him and he’s enjoying it. Loving every piece of me. I tried scratching his face but he would just shoot the gun again and continue to brutalize me over and over again. I turned to the side and saw the clock go left and right and began to tick. I just paid attention to the clock. I felt him destroying my insides and causing more pain to me. But I just kept looking at the clock.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

It’ll all be over soon, Whisper…

My tears began to stream slowly as he pulled out and he sat me up. I looked around the room for my jeans and I slowly grabbed them. He snatched them away and pushed me to the ground.

“Leave. Now. You don’t deserve these pants you dirty slut. I slowly walked out of the room and looked around. Where the hell am I? I have no clue. But I’m gonna find my way back somewhere.

I began walking slowly down the highway seeing all of these cars pass me by as I heard thunder and the rain began to fall. Fucking great. I car lights as I turn around slowly and see an all Black Red Eye. A guy got out of the car and looked into my eyes. “Are you okay? Where are your people? Are you cold? My tears remained to stream down my face as I began to cry on his chest as he continued to hold me. He didn't even know me and he proceeded to hold me.

“My name is Chaz. I’ll keep you safe and warm and out of this weather. Do you trust me?” He lifts my face up with his finger. “Do you trust me?” I nodded yes. He picked me up and put me inside of his car. As he drove off to his house. “What’s your name?” I looked at him slowly with my tears streaming down my face. I wiped my face and looked into his hazel eyes.

“My name is Maestra.”

This story is not fully complete this is only the beginning. More chapters will be released in the future and The prologue will be extended in the full book release. Trust the Process.