Stacy
I wake up in the early morning to the sound of the birds softly singing in the gardens below. I’d be totally happy here if it was just me and the brothers – minus Percy, obviously. This mansion is truly outfitted to stun and surprise, a true Garden of Eden.
It's more than a mansion – it's an estate, and I think about how all the guys must have been so happy to grow up here. But I don't envy them, really, since all the while they had to deal with that snake, Percy.
At least there's not a black sheep in my family. I love them all. I can't even picture one of my brothers being so evil. It’d be heartbreaking, and I hate that these three strong men had to contend with Percy all their lives.
I snuggle down into the blankets and stretch out, reliving my time with Nolan. He was everything I imagined and then some. I wish he was here now, to fuck me and to turn this good morning into an even better one. I'm just about to let my hand wander down to touch myself, ready to fantasize and relive last night, when my latest nightmare walks in.
"You even sleep naked. Do you have no modesty, whore?"
I cover myself quickly and look into Percy's odd, pinched face. I don’t tell him it’s because I lost my panties somewhere along the way and that I was so exhausted from being so thoroughly fucked that I just passed out in my bed.
“Get out!" I tell him, pulling the sheets against my naked body.
He doesn't budge, but instead he comes over to me and sits on the bed. He traces his finger up my arm and across my collarbone in the most horrible way. His touch is vile and disgusting, and it makes me cringe and back up away from him.
"Don't touch me, you monster."
"Oh, but you’re my wife. I have every right to touch you any way I want.” I shudder at the thought as he continues to run his hand over my skin.
“And I have to tell you, I'm very disappointed with you. Can you venture to guess why?"
"Hmm, let's see…is it because I fucked another one of your brothers? Because I’m finding what little joy I can in this prison?"
I don’t even care at this point what he thinks. Fuck Percy and his stupid little villain-wannabe mustache. I’ve even seen him twirling it around his finger. What a joke.
His eyes lower as if he's repulsed by the idea of me having consensual sex. Creepy as he is, I doubt he can even picture normal sex at all.
"No, I already know you're a whore, that doesn’t surprise me. I'm upset for a different reason."
I tighten the sheet around my breasts, as both of them threaten to spill out.
"Just tell me, Percy. I'm not in the mood for games. I need coffee."
I sigh and move to get up and away from his nonsense and drama. But he pulls my arm back so roughly that it hurts.
"Okay, fine. I came here to let you know that Carter has moved back the court case by one month. Do have any idea why he would have done that? Have you revealed something that perhaps you shouldn't have?"
I'm suddenly legitimately afraid. I’m not sure why Carter pushed back the court appointment, but if Percy thinks I had something to do with it…then that’s a huge fucking problem.
"I didn't say anything. I swear. I wouldn't do that. I know the deal." My voice sounds panicked but I can’t help it. I am.
"That's really good…but I don't know if I believe you, lying little slut. You're probably just as practiced at lying as you are at fucking around."
This time his words roll off me and they don't hurt. I cried enough tears because of him yesterday. I'm all cried out. And I’m angry.
"I didn't say anything to Carter. You can believe me or not, but I’m so over this thing."
He’s still clenching my arm.
"You should care. If you don't, then your dad might be living on the street by next week…and you with him. If I were you, I’d care very fucking much."
He knows exactly how to get to me, what buttons to push.
It works every time.
If my family’s in jeopardy, then that changes everything, and Percy knows it. It’s my weakness, and he continues to prey upon it. If only he were threatening me alone, then things would be different.
But to think of my poor parents destitute, without any means of support, all because I couldn't deal with Percy…well, that pain is too much to bear. At the same time, thinking of this being my life and having to spend every day with this villainous monster…well that’s also too much to bear. I feel like I’m screwed no matter what.
I don't know what to do. I feel totally lost and alone.
"Fine, Percy, whatever you say. I didn't say anything. I won't say anything. I swear to you, whatever Carter has done, it isn’t because he heard anything from me."
"You know you're basically a prostitute, right? The way you're sleeping with them. Is it because you think you'll get a slice of the pie? Trust me, you're just a whore who they’ll throw away like all the others. Why would any of my brothers stay with you? Too bad you spread your legs so quickly and showed them your true colors. Now nobody will ever respect you."
He says these things calmly as he gets up to leave, and then he quietly shuts the door. He knows that I’m wounded, the bastard. He knew that saying those things would affect me on a deep level, despite any walls I’ve tried to put up against him.
I curl my legs up to my chest but don't shed a tear. I won’t do it – I won’t waste a single tear on Percy. Not ever again.
I think about Carter, Kieran, and Nolan, and wonder if what Percy said is true. I care about each brother so much already, but what if it's unrequited passion? Am I more alone in this than I ever imagined?
I think about it and get up and pull on a robe. My naked body is finally covered and I feel like putting on more layers just to shield myself from this awful situation. I sit on the balcony, and while I should be greeting the day and the shining sun, I’m instead devastated by what’s happening to me.
One thing is becoming clear, though.
I think I need to abandon this situation with Percy. It's too unhealthy. He's being abusive, and I can't spend my life dealing with that. I have to find a way out of this situation while still saving my family.
I remember what it's like to have sex with each brother and the emotions come back up…no, I’m not in this alone after all.
You can't fake a connection like that, can you? I need them now more than ever. I hope that what we have is true, that I’m not just some disposable girl to them.
I wish even one of them was here to comfort me. To let me know that I don’t have to deal with all of this by myself. Is that too much to hope for?