Joan'S POV
My head was pounding, and my vision was still blurry. I tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea hit me, and I slumped back down. I could feel the blood trickling down the side of my head, and I knew I needed help. But where was I? And how could I get help if I couldn't even stand up? I tried to think back to what had happened, but my memory was fuzzy. All I could remember was the brick flying towards me and then everything going black. As I lay there, trying to gather my thoughts, I heard a noise. It sounded like someone was coming down the alley, their footsteps echoing off the walls. I tried to call out again, but still, no sound came out. The footsteps were getting closer, and I started to feel a sense of dread. Who was coming? And what did they want with me? Just as I was about to give in to panic, a voice rang out, clear and strong. "I'm here to help you," it assured. The person helped me to my feet, and we started walking down the alley into the busy street. I was still unsteady on my feet, and the person had to help me along. Finally, we arrived at a door that said "Pharmacy" on it. The person opened the door and led me inside. "What happened?" a voice asked. I looked up and saw a woman in a white coat standing in front of me. She had a kind face, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I tried to speak, but my words came out as a jumble. The woman in the white coat listened patiently as I tried to explain what had happened. Once she had all the information, she said, "Don't worry, it doesn't look like a serious injury. We'll get you cleaned up and bandaged, and you'll be as good as new." She helped me to a chair and then started cleaning the cut on my head. It stung a little, but it was nothing compared to the fear I had felt. As she worked, she asked me some questions about what had happened. I tried to answer as best I could, but I still felt a bit disoriented. Suddenly, I remembered Anna; she was also hit by Fredrick, but when I woke up, I was alone in a strange alley. I tried calling her, and she picked up and told me that she was fine and that she had gotten herself treated. As I talked to Anna, I could hear the relief in her voice. "I'm so glad you're okay," she said. "I was worried about you." I felt a sense of gratitude wash over me. "Thank you for saving me," I replied. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been there." "It's no problem; I'm just glad you're safe." I thought about what we should do next. "I think we should go to the police," Anna suggested. "Fredrick is dangerous, and he needs to be stopped." She added. But I didn't buy the idea: "I think that we shouldn't involve the police; it was just normal school bullying, and our injury wasn't serious." "But he hurt you," Anna protested, her voice filled with concern. "We need to make sure he doesn't hurt anyone else." I understood her point, but I still wasn't sure it was a good idea. "What if he gets angry and tries to hurt us again? I'm just not sure it's worth the risk." "But what if he hurts someone else?" Anna asked. "We can't just let him get away with this." I sighed, knowing that she was right. But I still wasn't sure what to do. I got home, and my mother asked me about my injury. But I didn't want her to worry, so I lied about it. I told her that I tripped and fell, hitting my head on a brick. "Oh, sweetie," my mom said, looking at me with concern. "I hope you're not hurt too badly." I knew I couldn't tell her the truth. I didn't want to worry her, and I wasn't sure what she would do if she knew what had happened. So I just nodded and said, "I'm okay, mom. I just tripped and fell." She looked at me sceptically, but she didn't press the issue. "Okay, well, be more careful next time," she warned. "I don't want you to get hurt." After dinner, my mom told me about her plans to get married to her boyfriend, Jones. I was happy for my mom. I had known her boyfriend, Joans, for six months, and he seemed to be a really good guy. "I'm so happy for you, Mom," I said, hugging her. "Jones seems like a great guy. I think he'll be good for you." My mom smiled, and I could see the love in her eyes. "I think so too; he's kind, and he makes me laugh. I think he's the one." "I think so too," I responded, knowing that my mom had finally found the happiness she deserved. The memories came flooding back as if they were happening all over again. I remembered the day my dad died, the way my mom had cried, and the feeling of being lost and alone. I felt a lump in my throat as the memories played out in my mind. I blinked away the tears and tried to focus on the present. My mom was happy, and I didn't want to ruin that by dwelling on the past. But the memories kept coming, no matter how hard I tried to push them away. "My boyfriend invited the both of us to a dinner party; he intends to have you and his son get to know each other before the wedding." My mom informed me. "He has a son?" I asked, looking so shocked. "Yes, about your age." My mom responded."That's a really sweet idea," I replied, forcing a smile. "I think it'll be a great way for us to get to know each other better."Inside, I was feeling a mix of emotions. On the one hand, I was happy that my mom was getting married and that we were all going to be a family. But on the other hand, I was worried about meeting my future stepbrother. I had never had a sibling before, and I wasn't sure how I would feel about having one now. But I pushed the thoughts away and tried to focus on the present.Fredrick's POVI was sitting in the sitting room, watching TV when my dad came in. He sat down next to me, and I could tell by the look on his face that he had something important to say."I have some news, son," he announced, his tone serious as he stared long at me. "I'm getting married."I sat up, my interest piqued. "You're getting married?" I said, my left brow furrowing immediately in surprise. "To whom?"The sides of his face creased into a warm smile and I could see the love reflected in his eyes. "To Mary," he said in a cheerful tone. My father told me about the arranged dinner part. He had arranged the party so that my soon-to-be stepmom's daughter would get to know more about us before the marriage."That's a great idea, Dad," I said. "I'd love to get to know my future stepsister before the wedding. It'll make things easier, I think."I was a little bit nervous about the dinner party, but I knew it was important to my dad. And I did want to get to know my future stepsister.
Joan's POVWhen I saw who my future stepbrother was, I felt like the ground had been pulled out from under me. It was the boy I had rejected at the school dance. The boy I had hurt so badly. The boy I had never expected to see again.I stood there, frozen in place, unable to move or speak. I couldn't believe that this was happening. I had no idea how to react. All I knew was that I felt incredibly uncomfortable and I wanted to be anywhere but here.But I knew I had to stay and face the music. Even though I felt like my world was crashing down around me, I knew I had to keep it together. My mother was so happy about this wedding, and I didn't want to ruin it for her. So I took a deep breath and tried to put on a brave face.As I looked at Fredrick, I could see the shock and confusion in his eyes. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I had caused him pain in the past. But I also felt a surge of anger, knowing that he had put me in this position in the first place. In the middle of the di
Joan's POVI sat down at the table, my eyes focused on my plate. I could feel Fredrick's eyes on me, but I refused to meet his gaze. I heard him clear his throat, and I knew he was about to say something. I braced myself, hoping it would be something neutral and not too personal."How are you feeling about school?" he asked, his voice sounding hesitant.I took a deep breath and forced myself to answer. "I'm fine," I said, my tone clipped.Our parents looked up from their breakfast, their eyes wide with surprise. "Wait, what?" my mother asked, her voice filled with confusion. "You two go to the same school?"I felt my cheeks flush, and I knew I was starting to turn red. "Yeah," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper."But how did that happen?" my stepfather asked, his brow furrowed. "Did you know about this?" he asked, turning to Fredrick."Yeah, we're in the same class," Fredrick responded, his voice still hesitant. "We didn't talk much at first, but we've been getting to know each
~Joan’s pov~He walked closer to me, still holding a malicious grin, my heart quickened with every step forward, as I stepped backwards, trying to avoid whatever was bound to happen at the moment, “ I saw you two, I heard how beautiful you moaned when he was inside you, I bet you would want to taste mine too, I gave it to him, and believe me, it’s as good even better ” I couldn’t believe the scene before me, it wasn’t real, it shouldn’t be, but with every passing second it became my new reality.“Come on now, don’t act all innocent, I am not your first” he closed the gap between us, his hands wrapped around my waist then he pinned me to his body so I felt how hard he was, he held my chin, then leaned closer to me in a kiss, I shifted my head immediately, but he succeeded in kissing my neck.I jittered to the horrors of it, my stepfather was in my room, trying to sleep with me, he pulled my chin back and immediately kissed me, his hands squeezed my behind his mouth reeked of liquor and
~Joan’s pov~It was already dark, the night was the longest. Now I couldn’t get my mind off what had happened earlier. I felt claustrophobic and confused. The sound of my door opening pulled my attention to the door, and a body standing there, at first I had thought it was Fredrick till I noticed that statue.It was Jones, he was back again I yelped from the bed; holding the sheets above my chest, checking my side clock, it was three in the morning, why was he here so early?“Don’t shout, don’t you think it’s too early to be loud” he climbed on the bed, I hurried back to the end of the bed, protecting myself from what was sure to come, “bet your taste as sweet as the chocolate Fred gave you today” crawling on the bed, my heart skipped, he moved close to me, then yanked the sheets off my body.His lips met mine as he engulfed my little squirk with his hands, he reached out for my thighs through my nightwear, a loose gown which gave him easy access to my panties.He came prepared in a ro
Fredricks povShe had the guts to jam the door on me, and now she walked around with her friend being all lovey-dovey, she belonged to me, and me alone, all through the day I watched her, how comfortable she was or pretended to be, she barely looked at me either, there was something different with her today, whatever must have gone through her mind needed to end before night time, I can’t help myself.“Hey, big man, I see the way you are looking at the girl, you like her,” Victor said, pointing at Joan, she was talking with her friends again and this new guy who seemed to be lurking all over her.“Who’s the new guy”“Oh, that’s Christain from science he’s some kind of geek, you don’t need to worry about him” his reply didn’t make my feelings any easier, I wanted him out of her life that Instant, I saw the way he made her laugh, and how he looked at her.what if he tried to talk to her, or maybe the reason why she acted so cold to me this morning?It was definitely because of him, and I
Fredricks pov“I will punish you instead.""Why would you punish me? '' she asked, standing on her feet. I could see how pissed she was, but I needed to teach her some lessons and some discipline to teach her never to disrespect me again.Pulling her up, I kissed her gently; the pillowy feel of her lips on mine drew lust. I didn’t know how starved I was till I kissed her again; she was hard to resist, but my will to punish her was even more dear. In a swift move, I turned her, her face on my bed and her skirt exposing her backside.I spanked her hard, then her cheek flushed at the impact of my palm against her bum. "That's for yelling at me when you could have gotten it for free." I spanked her even harder, this time directly on her cheek.“That’s for being so stupid, for you to think you can come here and have me whenever you want because you feel I can get down on you whenever you want me.”I spanked her this last time; her voice echoed in my room, but I didn't stop there. The satis
Joan’s povHe left me there, like some kind of slave he could toy with. I came here to get my mind off of being traumatized by the father, and his son tied me. I hated my life that instant. How stupid could I have been? It’s just been days, and I was down the drain like sometrash that can be tossed around.Tears flooded my eyes even when I wanted to hold it down so much, but it still didn’t stop. It just can't stop because I can feel how stupid I am each time. It’s the end of it for me—totally the end for me—if I'm going to tell mom that her so-called beloved husband laid his filthy hands on me.The same man couldn't stop talking endlessly about how nice he was to me and how he gave me money to get drugs, not knowing he gave me money for contraception after he came like a dog inside me.Damn him, damn all of them.Cleaning my tears on the sheets, I hear footsteps hitting the stairs. Mom and that jerk of a stepfather weren't back, which meant it was... My heart skipped at the thought