Song: Damaged-Plumb

"I don't care....I don't want to see anyone. I don't want to go down there." I argue with my mother for the millionth time today. I'm sitting on my bed with my legs crossed and my arms are folded in front of me. I'm not trying to be disrespectful, I just really don't wan to go to the stupid party downstairs.

My mother rarely every get upset with me but when she does it's like her whole face goes red and you can see that she is about to explode. She points her finger angrily towards the door and huffs. "I don't care what you want. Your dad gives you everything; he bends over backwards for you all the time at least you could show him a little respect."

"I don't feel good." I lie as I wrap my arms around my stomach as if I had a bellyache and then I groan again for good measure. And honestly this has nothing to do about my dad. I love my dad more than anything it's his friends that I don't care for. I wish that I could tell him about how they are really not his friends; they all just want to stay on his good side to get what they want in life. 

She walks over to me and places the back of her hand on my forehead and then stares me down. "You are perfectly fine. I suggest you get your bottom down there this instant."

I roll my eyes at her and huff a little over dramatic but I'm trying to get the point across to her that I'm really not happy about going down there. Every freaking weekend, I have to pretend that I am happy around all their friends. I use to be happy. Hell I use to be so carefree and run around in my bathing suit around the pool and jump in and splash and laugh right along with all the others but things change over time.

She is now standing in my doorway and tap her foot on the floor as if that is going to make me get up and go any faster. "Coralie, I've never had to ground you but you are testing my patience with you."

"Alright, I'm coming." I fold my arms in front of me again and follow her down the stairs reluctantly, stomping my foot on each single step. I have never been grounded but at the very moment I would rather be locked away in my room so that no one could see me for the rest of the night. However she looks over me stomping like a spoiled little brat and continues to smile as if we just didn't have an argument.

I hate my dad's friends, like really hate them. They are always over here, like always. My dad has his own law firm and while my mother really doesn't have to work she does. She's a nurse at a local doctor's office. And between the two of them they know like everyone in this stupid town. Needless to say everyone comes here for all the get together and parties. And it's not like a once a month thing, it's more of like an every weekend thing.

We live in an upper class neighborhood- with lots of nosy ass neighbors. You know the ones that know everything you do so you might as well forget trying to sneak out because one of them is sure to tell. The thing is...they are so freaking nosy I'm surprised they don't know my secret. I have never really kept secrets to myself but sometimes it's just best for others not to know what is really going on.

So I have like practically everything. I mean if I want it all I have to do is ask. OK sometimes beg but either way I get it. Yes I've been told several times that I'm a spoiled little brat. Come on I can't help if I'm a daddy's girl. And then of course my brother Carter also gets everything he wants, like his new Jeep. I can't wait till I get to drive. I wonder what I can con my dad into buying me.

Anyway my dad is having his usual friends over tonight. I dislike them all, except for one. I truly hate Derrick. I hated him since the first day I met him a little over two years ago. I will always hate him. I know he is downstairs and that's why I don't want to go.

Derrick, or should I say Uncle Derrick so he says, thinks it's ok to stare at me. He says when you look at someone the way he looks at me it means love. He says he loves me even though he has a stuck up wife and three bratty ass kids. I know he doesn't really love me and I for sure will never love him, I mean how can I when the dude really creeps me out.

He likes to wink at me when no one is paying attention. He likes to touch me when everyone looks away from him or just too blind to see what is going on. The first time we were in the pool swimming. We were all playing water volleyball. I was wearing a solid pink bathing suit that day. I will never forget it. He had moved closer to me and whispered for only me to hear, "You look so pretty in pink." He made my skin crawl. About the same time his hand found its way between my legs and he rubbed ever so gently on top of my suit. Bile rose in my throat and I just knew I was going to puke. I remember jumping out and complaining that I didn't want to swim any more. I ran to my room, taking off the bathing suit and tossing it in the trash. All because he said I looked pretty in pink and I did not want to look pretty for him. I refused to wear pink again as well as swim when he was here.

I thought that would have been the end of it, but I was so wrong. There have been lots of other times after that day. At first it was just sweet talking in my ear and rubbing against my clothes, touching my bottom or my breast, whatever he wanted to do at that time. But then one night it went farther.

Everyone was at our house and we were running low on chips so my mom asked me to go into the house to get some out of the pantry. I had the bag of chips in my hand when I heard the door close behind me. I glanced around and there he was. I was fifteen and no more than five foot tall. He on the other hand was a thirty- four year old man that hovered over me like a freaking giant.

I will never forget that night.

"Don't move," he said as he stood behind me. His hands touch my back and I actually felt cold shivers run down my skin. I had to close my eyes and in my mind I kept repeating this would be over soon. He just wants to rub on me. I'm use to that by now. But this night his hands...were actually touching my skin, rough callused hands rubbed up and down my arm.

I gasp and he bends down closer to my ear. "Baby girl you know I won't hurt you. I love you." His hand slid under my panties and between my legs. I could feel his fingers dig into me. The only thing running through my mind was I was taking too long and my mom would come looking for me any minute now.

I say in a very low voice, "My parents will be looking for me."

"No...they won't...its ok." He says as he continues to touch me. When he is done he kisses my neck. Then just like that he was gone leaving me still holding the bag of chips. I wipe the few tears off of my cheek. I was going to say something when I got outside but he was with my father and they were shaking hands. When he saw me he winked at me. I don't think my dad seen him wink at me however he did look up at me about the same time and he was smiling. At the time I thought he must know about this. How could he not know that this man really had his eye on me? Hell maybe this is what it supposed to be like, maybe this is what love is. I was so young, stupid and naive then.

Maybe I still am.

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Author's Note: So I am having to redo this story. I think Wattpad took it off due to content. I got an email about a month ago about one of my stories and every time I clicked it would come up story missing. I looked through all of them and just didn't notice this story was gone. So here we are posting again. The last time I looked it was around 4K reads- I am sure some of you have already read this story. So thanks for looking at it again. I will update the story and take out some of the parts that I feel Wattpad was not ok with but I promise the story line will remain the same if not even better. 

Thanks for all of you for taking the time out to read and I hope that you enjoy the story.