Rachel Wilcox (hellacioushades) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2008-01-17 23:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | hayden knight, player: lindsay |
Who: Hayden Knight [Hades] and Kevin Odell [NPC; her stepfather]
What: She's going to get her stepdad to sign those papers
Where: The Odell residence
When: Thursday evening, when he gets home from work
Rating: R for very mature content. (Read: Sexuality and abusive behavior. Violence at the end. Notice it's NOT NC-17.) I wouldn't read of you get touchy about mature things between them.
Status: Narrative
Hayden knew in the back of her mind that this was a really, really bad idea. But that was only a small part. The part that was pushing those thoughts away was the one that was telling her she needed to get this done for her sister. She had seen the papers laying on the counter in the apartment kitchen, and she quickly took them. That was her oppurtunity. They shouldn't have left it lying around like that. Robbie had told her not to do it, but if she didn't know until after it was already done, then she couldn't have a say in it.
She dressed in a short red dress, even if it was cold outside, with black high heels. She knew exactly when he would come home from work, and she had told her grandmother that she was 'worried' about her mother's drinking habits and what they meant, knowing her grandmother would demand that her mother go over to see her and talk. They would give her some time. She took a cab over to her old place, used her old key (thankfully they hadn't changed it, expecting the daughters to come home, she supposed), and locked it behind her again. She went in the kitchen and made a very strong drink for her stepdad, a weaker one for herself. She put the two on the coffee table, and sat on the edge of that same table. She knew how to intice him to do things, even without meaning to. So surely she could do this.
5 minutes later, like clockwork, he came in the door right when she expected him to. She didn't say anything, but just sat there, a coy grin on her face, waiting for him to acknowledge her presence. Once he turned the light on, she was hard to miss. A very sinister, creepy grin appeared across his lips. "Knew you wouldn't stay away for long." Inside, that grin, and what he had said? Made her want to puke. God, she hated that man. Her life would never be normal, and it was all because of him. If he was up close to her, he would have seen the brief look of pure hatred and disgust, but thankfully he wasn't and quickly, it fleeted. She was always insanely good at hiding the way she truly felt if she didn't want people to know. She lightly shrugged her shoulders, uncrossed, then recrossed her legs, and leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knee. "Couldn't stay away."
God, this was so wrong. So very, very wrong. This was going to set her back so much effort to distance her from his life. But she had to do this. Had to. She kept telling herself that over and over again. He started walking towards her, and unconciously, she sat up, physically moving herself away from him without stepping away. She couldn't be scared of him, because she wasn't. She just didn't want him to try anything more than she was willing to let him do. She was scared of herself, because she wouldn't not be held responsible for her actions. She'd kill him if any instruments were close enough. Her hands were reaching behind her to rest on the table, and it hit one of the drinks. She grabbed that one, knowing it was his because his had ice and made a clanking sound. When he had sat on the couch beside her, she leaned forward again, realizing her body language, and offered him the drink. "Made you your favorite." She said in a silky voice, completely against everything she was feeling.
...
After she had about one drink, and he had about 4 strong ones, she was satisfied that he was pretty drunk and happy. She had had to muscle her way out of not assaulting him when his hand slid to her thigh every once in a while, having to act like it's what she wanted. "I've got to get something. Stay put." The minute she was out of his sight, that coy smile quickly dissappated. Once she was in the kitchen, she mumbled something under her breath about him being a bastard, and grabbed the papers before plastering that ever so fake smile on her face. "Kevin? I've got a favor to ask you." She sat down on the couch next to him, crossed her legs in his direction, knowing what that body language meant. She handed the papers to him. "Sign these for me?" He mumbled something about not knowing what it was. "Well, I wanted to surprise Mom with my acceptance letter, because you know how much she wants me to go to college. So I just need your John Hancock." She slunk her arm around the couch behind him, twirling her hair sweetly.
"If I sign these..." His hand went to her leg, sliwly slinking to where it met the hem, pushing it up slightly. "What do I get?" His breath reeked of cigarettes and whiskey, a smell she had grown to hate. She wished she could reciol, but she had to keep this charade up. "You... get anything you want." she moved her face closer to his. Dangerously close. She knew what he meant, and he knew what she did as well. Pulling a pen off the coffee table, she headed it to him. "Anything."
At least that meant he had to move his hand. He leaned forward incredibly too eagerly for any person;s liking under those terms. No one should be excited to quickly sign papers so he could do inappropriate things to his stepdaughter. Once they were signed, he just dropped the pen, and immediately went in to kiss her roughly. Too roughly, even if it wasn't her stepdad. All the teasing she had done, she was paying for. She couldn't help herself, and quickly pushed him off of her. "I've..." Think of something. Fast, Hayden. "I'm all out of alcohol!" She pointed to the glass, and quickly moved to grab it and get up. "Can't have that!" She chuckled. "I'm going to go get some more." She turned to head into the kitchen, trying to think of a quick way to get out. The gate was always tricky, so if she went out the back, it would take precious time to open it.
...She hadn't thought fast enough, because suddenly, he was right there. He had caught her looking at the door, and not getting more drinks. He grabbed her arm hard. Hard enough that she was going to have bruises soon. he whipped her around and hit her right in the eye, causing her to fall back against the counter. "You weren't thinking about leaving, were you, Hayden?" He was soon holding her up with one hand, pressing her against the counter with his body. "Because that's not happening. We had a deal." Hayden wasn't going to let him have his way though. She quickly needed to think of a way out. No more Miss Nice Hayden.
Her knee flew up, hitting him as hard as she could in the groin. He crumpled forward, but didn't fall. She'd take care of that. She punched him square in the face, and he fell backwards, sprawled on the floor. Hayden moved quickly, placing her heel with just enough pressure to his groin. "I swear to God, if you touch me again, I will castrate you. And if you touch Robbie, or even think about her, I'll kill you. Got it?" She applied a bit more pressure to that region before running off to the coffee table, grabbing the papers, and slamming the door behind her.
...
She got a couple blocks away before getting to a payphone, dailing in Ollie's number, hoping he'd be there, like he said he would. She was cold, and she was on the verge of a breakdown. She slunk down against the wall in the booth, arms wrapped around herself, hoping the rings on the other end would soon turn into a comforting voice.