Devilish Affection [18+]

I let out a groan as I feel a hand moving up my leg. It was so cold and I patted my body, trying to pull the duvet up but it was nowhere close. The hand traveled upwards, turning my hips around and I jumped, slamming my leg up and hitting Tony in the stomach.

"What the hell?!" I screamed at him, scrambling off my bed and standing on the other side. My heart raced in my chest, pounding louder and louder as he glared at me with his brown eyes.

"I wanted to see if you're wet for me."

I wanted to burn him.

"Fuck. Off." I hissed the words at him, grabbing the closest thing to myself and throwing it at his naked body. An empty plastic bottle. "Mom!" I shouted loudly as Tony groaned, scratching his belly and running his hand over his bald head.

My once beautiful mom stumbled into the room, giggling. Her face had more wrinkles on it than she had ever seen and her blue eyes, the same colour I had, were brightly lit, the high of some sort of drug still not worn off. "Emily!" She giggled, walking towards me. "Oh sweet Emily." She tugged on my cheeks as if I was a child. "Have you seen the new friends I've made?" She grinned.

I held her hands and pulled them down as Tony walked towards her. "He tried to touch me again." I sighed, tired of the men in the house. "I told you mom, he needs to stop picking my lock."

Mom giggled as Tony stood beside her, an arm around her waist and I wanted to smack his face for touching her. "You need to loosen up, sweetie." She grinned widely, the breath of vodka floating towards me. "Maybe a dick or two-" she wiggled her eyebrows.

"Stop." I dragged my hands through my hair. "Did you clean the house like I asked? You know Nick is coming today to inspect the house."

"You clean the house." Tony spat the words out.

"Shut the fuck up." I glared at him.

His hand lifted and before I could block it, he slapped me across my face, my cheek burning as my mom gasped. "Tony! Why did you do that?!"

I took a few steps backwards, clenching my hands behind my back as he glared at me. "Nobody speaks to me like that." He dug his hands into my mom's shoulders. "Come on, let's leave the whore alone."

Mom sighed, glancing over her shoulder at me as she smiled brightly. "I'll take everyone out and you can have the whole house to yourself, sweetie." She smiled but Tony pulled away, slamming my room door closed.

I fell back onto the bed and let out a deep sigh, rubbing my cheek that was burning. The physical abuse had started when he had walked into my house, pretending to be my new dad and I had been happy until he had raped me. I dragged my hands through my hair, trying to push out the memories of myself screaming and crying, calling out to my mom who sat with me later, telling me it was okay, that he would stop and he was going to help with the money.

There was no help with the money. There was nothing but just snatching and getting what he wanted and mom allowing it. Mom never said anything to him, practically falling in love with him every day and no matter how many times I cried and screamed and begged them to stop, it never stopped.

The pain was always there, hidden behind a smile.

I heard the front door slam shut and I stood up, twisting my hair into my bun and holding it in place with a hair claw before walking out of my small room. I walked towards the bathroom on the other side, shaking my head at the used condoms on the floor and the disgusting smell of vodka could be smelt throughout the whole house. I bent down, opening the white cabinet door under the sink and picking up my toothbrush that I always hid from them all.