★ Cassiopeia's POV ★
Warning - This scene has sexual, (r*aped), emotional content that isn't suitable for readers under the age of 16.
A/N - I warned y'all tho... Enjoy (｡♡‿♡｡).
Chapter 7.....
The darkness was so thick that I could barely see even as my eyes were wide open.
Suddenly I felt myself falling, I tried to scream but my voice failed me, I struggled ruthlessly but it was of no use .
His face came looming into the picture, his sinister smirk and wicked grin were just inches away from my face . This face had caused severe trauma for me over the years.
I felt him pining me down like he did 9 years ago, the way his breath that recked of alcohol sprayed on my face, the way he forcefully placed kisses on my face as he licked the tears streaming down my cheeks.
He grabbed my hands before tying them together as he tore my dress.
He began to undress before positioning himself between my legs, all this he did rapidly.
He spread my legs before bringing his hard member to my femalehood thrusting roughly, not caring if it was my first time or not.
All I could feel was pain.... No pleasure.... Just pure pain.
He finished satisfying his urge, before staggering to his room drunkenly and I was left there on the bed, wishing never to see the next day.
He continued this act for days, Waking up the next morning apologizing and pledging his unwavering love to mama.
He went from apologizing to threatening.
Claim to end my life if I uttered a word.
I was hopeless.
I would stay still and watch how he would thrust he's dick deep inside me.
He would take my boobs into he's hands and tweak my nipples before biting.
He'd pull out and spray he's seeds on my stomach and walk out.
Leaving me in tears.
The picture faded and turned pitch black, a deafening silence followed. Then suddenly, it was bright Again.
I came out of my room, watching how happy they smiled as they celebrated my stepsister - Brenda - winning her 10th award in the dance competition.
My presence felt worthless as even my mother showered her with praises.
"Wow... Brenda has won a lot of awards at such a young age"
"Brenda is such a wonderful child"
"If only my daughter was as talented as Brenda"
Brenda this....
Brenda that....
Brenda everywhere....
' Mama... Why are you even smiling? '
' She's not even your child '
' Why can't any one admire me like they did to her? '
' What the fuck is so special about her? '
I had screamed inside my head.
I wished I could bang my head on the wall.
Then suddenly that feeling surged up again, I quickly sprinted towards the bathroom making all heads turn to me.
My head bent over the sink as I threw up till my throat got sour.
"Honey... Are you okay?" Mama asked from outside the bathroom.
"I'm fine mama"
It happened for 3 days straight and mama couldn't help it anymore.
She dragged me to the hospital only to confirm that I was with child.
We came home and I was questioned about who the father was.
"It was uncle"
I called him uncle even when he married mama... His actions doesn't qualify him to be called a father.
"Do not lie to me Cassie, your father would never do such a thing."
"I'm telling the truth mama."
"Enough with all your lies , you're protecting that bastard right?. Trying to pin it all on your father so you could protect your lover. "
"No mama.... I'm telling you the truth.... Uncle r*aped me....He was the first man I have ever been with before mama. "
" Lies... All lies.... I would not believe such... Your father would never do such a thing. "
" Mama." I called tearfully
" No more Cassie.... I would not take your lies any longer. "
She rushed up to my room and packed my things into the suitcase as she threw me out of the house.
" Mama. "I called tearfully.
" Go .... Go to him... If he can father a child he should be able to take care of it. "
" Mama". I called as tears streamed my face.
" I am not your mother.... I do not have a daughter like you. " She said as she banged the door at my face , leaving me out in the cold.
Darkness loomed in again.... Bringing up the image I had so much dreaded till this day.
" I'm sorry to say ma'am but your son has a hole in his heart, And we need to start operating on him immediately... I'm afraid that if we delay any further..... ". The doctor had told me the news that day and I was motionless.
My Miguel who I had come to love and adore so much was very sick.....
I kept debating on how or what I could do and how much I could make, but before I could do anything, he's health started failing.
He was rushed to the hospital the other day, but couldn't start treatment because the money wasn't enough.
I collected loans from friends and colleagues as I had moved to New York with the help of my best friend - Zuri Thomas - but stopped helping because her mother had heard from my 'loving' stepsister Brenda, who had made sure everyone in our community had heard of my 'Wonderful reputation'. I got a job months after giving birth in New York.
But still the money wasn't enough... I summoned enough courage and went back to Rwanda, only to be chased out by my mother again.
No matter how much I cried and begged for the money to treat my son, it was all in vain as she paid me no mind.
Then I ran to my uncle's production company. He was a CEO of one of the most popular company's in Rwanda.
I asked the secretary to grant me permission to see him but she wouldn't so I ran in as she chased behind me.
I went inside the office to see him signing some papers.
I threw myself on the ground with a thump I banged my head on the ground just below he's feet, crying and begging him to lend me money for his son's treatment.
I begged and cried for what felt like hours, discarding every bit of pride I had left.
For my son I was willing to do anything and more, I was even willing to strip and blow off him but he paid me no mind.
He told the secretary to call the security to get me away from him, even telling them never to let me in or they'd be risking their jobs.
They threw me out with a warning never to show my face around the company ever again.
I got a call from the hospital and quickly boarded the next flight to New York.
On getting to the hospital I was greeted with the news of my son's dismissal from the world.
I cried my heart out for months after his burial.
I swore and cursed then eventually... I picked myself up...
I met Madison and the girls 3 years later... Unfortunately.... We all had our own story .
To be continued....