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Chapter 8

  • Chapter 8
  • Abby’s POV
  • It’s been three days since I last saw another human being. I admit that I really didn’t know how much I valued my mother’s company. For once in my life, I find myself wishing to be back home. I never would have thought that I would feel that way, considering how much I hated living there. I sigh as I walk to the bathroom to take a shower. I turn on the hot water letting it warm up before I enter. I hop under the spout and wash off my body. I get out and brush my teeth. I wrap my towel around myself, and head to the kitchen to get me a bottle water. When I round the corner, I stop dead in my tracks. Sitting there at the dining room table is Jose along with three other men whom I have never seen before. All four of their eyes are on me, and I feel the blush creep up my neck.
  • Jose jumps up from his chair and stomps toward me. I quickly start to take steps backward trying to keep the distance between us. It doesn’t work his long strides place him right in front of me in no time. He grabs a hold of my upper arm and begins to drag me to the bedroom. I try to wrench my arm from his grasp but he isn’t letting me go. Once we are safely inside his room, he slams the door and throws me onto the bed. If this was a cartoon show there would be steam coming out of his ears right now. He is so very mad. I slide under the covers wanting to hide as much of my body as I possibly can. I don’t dare speak a word. Instead, I just wait for him to start ranting at me.
  • Jose paces back and forth and I just watch. The atmosphere is so tense in here that I just wish he would say something to get this over with. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared of what he is going to do next. I mean it’s not like I meant to walk in front of those men in only a towel. Technically this is all Jose’s fault for not coming home for three days then all of a sudden showing up. How was I supposed to know that there would be a small gathering here today? The more I have to sit here the more I am starting to despise this man. Finally, Mr. Uptight here stops pacing and turns to face me. I shrink back just from his gaze. “What the fuck do you think you are doing walking in front of my men wearing something that barely covers your body. You are practically naked. I’m beginning to think that you must love being bent over my knee while I stripe your ass with my belt. If that is all you want then you only have to ask. Now let me inform you what is about to happen. First, you are going to lean over the bed with your ass up and bare to me. Then I am going to punish you for this little stunt you just pulled. After that you are going to get dressed and then you will walk out there and apologize to the men sitting in there for your lude behavior. And before you object or smart something off let me just go ahead and warn you. I am already mad enough right now, so trust me when I say you don’t want to anger me any further.”
  • Jose slowly undoes the buckle of his belt. He then slides it through his pant loops. Once it is completely off from around his waist he folds it over. I still haven’t even moved an inch; I am silently debating what to do in my head. I want to argue with him and stand up for myself, but I don’t want to get him more pissed off. After all my ass is still sore from his last lesson. It’s almost like he can sense my internal struggle, because he crosses his arms and just stares at me. Realizing that there isn’t no negotiating with this asshole, on shaky feet I do as I was instructed. I lean my upper half across the mattress and slowly raise my towel up above my waist. I bury my head into the comforter to hide my embarrassment. I don’t hear Jose move behind me. I only know he is there when his callous fingers caress my naked bum. In a pleasing tone he tells me. “Good choice my little runner. Since you came on your own, I will go lighter on your discipline. Just like before I want you to count every strike out loud. When I am done, I expect you to thank me before getting dressed. Now I think ten licks will be enough.” He doesn’t waste another second before he brings his strap down onto my flesh. I yelp out from the contact before screaming out “one.” When “ten” comes out of my mouth I am thankful that my punishment is finally over. I stand up and mummer a “thank you” while I am strolling toward the bathroom.
  • As soon as I am out of that mother fucker’s sight, I let the tears I have been holding back flow freely. All I can think is how much I hate him. A door shutting brings me out of my thoughts. I peek out into the bedroom and find it empty. I guess he isn’t worried about me not following through with his demand to go and apologize to his men. It doesn’t take me long to get dressed and ready to make my appearance. I leave the bedroom and head toward the dining room. With each step I make the more nervous I get. When I finally make it to where Jose is, it takes him a moment to notice me. As soon as he does, he waves a hand and everyone goes silent. I take this as my cue to talk. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for the way I was dressed earlier. I didn’t realize that anyone was here.” None of the mother fuckers say a word they just sit and stare at me. So, I spin around and stomp off.