I stared so intensely at the cold white wall in front of me that it became a clear statement of guilt, but I didn't dare look away to face my pacing father or turn around to see my horrified mistress. I was terrified of out impending future, humiliated at my exposure, and infuriated with our persecution.
"CJ," My father's icy voice broke my heavy contemplation of frustration. "CJ, look at me." I continued to stare at the wall.
"CJ!" This was the angriest my mother had ever been. Her voice cracked with emotion and rage.
"Oh, shut up! Who are you to demand that respect?" My mother glared at the girl with such hatred that I half expected her to attack.
"Your name, girl?" My dad sneered.
"My name is Angel. And call me girl again and those will be the last words to ever leave your disrespectful mouth."
My father stopped pacing and walked over to the wall where I had been staring. "Angel - ... how ironic." His eyes were still on fire. "You listen to me now. This is my house. In my house, you don't order me around; you don't rape my daughter; you treat me as an authority. You understand that?"
Angel spit on the floor in an act of disobedience that far surpassed any words she could ever have spoken to my father. He walked heavily over to her and stood just inches away from her.
"Get of my house. Now."
"Get out of my face." She shoved him away and walked over to me.
"Don't you touch her!" Dad got off of the floor and tried to push her away, but she moved and he fell to the floor again.
"Stop demonizing me; I've done nothing wrong."
"You raped -" My mother started, but she didn't get the chance to finish. Angel grabbed my wrist and led me out the door before either of my parents could stop her.
Once we got outside, we ran like hell, figuring my parents were going to call the police.
And sure enough, they did. A few minutes later we heard the sirens behind us, but we had made enough distance not to be noticed.
...
At last, we had finally made it to what was most likely her house. Old and run down, the place was a mess, but at least it was functional and 'under the radar'. We walked inside; no one else was there.
Still holding my wrist, she led me into a living room with a couch, an old dusty television, and a table covered in unpaid bills and what looked like a copy of a restraining order. There was a single lamp with its shade askew sitting amongst the papers.
"This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous." She murmured under her breath, letting go of my hand. "I should have never approached you in the first place; this whole thing is a mistake. If it wasn't for me, neither of us would be in this mess..."
"It wasn't a mistake!" I said, a little loudly. "We just... should have been more careful." At this, she turned around, a little shocked. "I'm glad it happened, really."
She walked over to me and put her hands on my shoulders. "Take me." I whispered as she brought me in close to her. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, biting into my neck. I could feel her wet tongue run over the wound and up to my chin. I shook a little at this awkward feeling, but she held me still, her powerful fingers digging into my back.
Suddenly releasing me, she ordered me to take off my cloths, and I obeyed instantly. I stood completely exposed with my arms out from my sides. Moving closer, she put her hands on my hips and ran her tongue along the inside of my thigh. I shivered and she backed away, picking up from the floor what I figured was a horse whip.
"Get on you knees, slave." She whipped me so hard that it forced me down onto my hands and knees. Walking around behind me, I whimpered at she whipped me again.
"Shut up and take it, you filthy whore." The lashings continued and I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming. Tears of pain and humiliation ran silently down my face.
Grabbing my waist, she forced me to the ground and hovered over me, running her hands over the wounds on my back.
She put her hands on my shoulders and looked down at me. "Do you love me?" I was speechless at the question.
Noting this, she grabbed my neck and head and shoved me into the ground. "Do you love me?" She repeated.
"I... I -" I paused. "Yes, I love you."
"I love you."
EvilerBowser1001
NIIIIIIIIICE!
Very well written, and I am glad you took the 'runaway' route.
You would have killed the story by doing the 'kill the parents' thing...