Page 18 of Rough Diamonds

“What, no I can’t ….” I stutter and try to avert my eyes.

“You god damn will, Evie.” Damion bends down to my ear to whisper, “unless you want to die.” His pistol pushes up into my ribs.

“Fine.” I say through clenched teeth. Slowly on wobbly legs I pull my sweatshirt over my head. The knife clashes to the floor and I wince. Not knowing what will happen. Emmit gives it a twist through his fingers. Always the show off.

“What are we doing with this, Evie?” I cross my arms over my bare skin and give him the best impression of ‘does it fuckin matter’ I can.

“Finish.” Marcus’s deep voice rattles my bones. It’s like I want to obey and do as he says. So I do. I peel back my leggings. Of course I didn’t wear any panties today. How would I know I was going to strip in front of the whole gang? I close my arms around my chest because I didn’t put on a shirt or bra. I stand on full display. Treven stays quiet observing. I want to shake him and ask why. Why don’t they care about me anymore ? Is it something I did or something I said? Not like I’m not used to this. I just didn’t expect it to be from the ones I felt the safest to be around.

Deciding to let go, I drop my arms and hold my head up high. Marcus looks into my glossed over eyes and I swear I see a tear. He shakes his head and looks away. I look down to see blacks, blues and purples littering my skin. I try to lock my eyes with the others but they all look away themselves. The amount of shame I have makes me want to fall apart. This is exactly what I have been trying to avoid. Damion pushes me back down to my knees and I go down without a fight.

“You want a show, father? Fine. We’ll give you the one where we claim that this pussy is ours.” The vulgar words make me slightly jump. You wouldn’t notice unless you were paying attention to every detail. With my thumb I press into my thigh on one of the deepest purples. I hiss and look back up. Treven shakes his head. Well at least I’m getting some reactions from him.

“You won’t touch what’s ours. We will touch, we will fuck, we will do with as we want.” My guys pull their dicks from their pants. Holding their shafts in between their oversized hands they stroke themselves without a word. They don’t let me touch them, nothing. Marcus' dad just smiles like watching this activity is normal or something. With a grunt here and there they all start to release their hot sticky cum onto my skin. With a sharp intake of air. It’s like a dog who marks their territory. Cum lands in my hair, over my face, dripping down my body. I just take it. I let them show their little show of dominance. “We’ll lead her in everything she needs to do next,” Marcus says to his father. He nods and slaps his son's back.

“Fine. Just don’t forget what happens if she fucks up. We’ll skip the feels for now.” Marcus and Damion leave with Sylus and Emmit following as I sit naked on the color cement floor with cum all over me. I would leave too.

Treven bends down and picks me up, cradling me like a baby. “You really need to watch yourself, Evie, things are only going to get worse.”

Damion

Present Day

And I do know what’s wrong, I thought I would ask but she just looks like a lost puppy. I watch her as she slowly uncovers the DEMON one by one. It looks like she has kept this part concealed for years. I grip the steering wheel and try to get my bearings. I look back and see the name Lizzy tattooed on her arm.

“So, tell us more about Lizzy.” I offer up something, a way out of her head. She stops picking at her knuckles and looks at me. Her lips part to speak but she stops.

“What’s there to say?” She finally gets out.

“I don’t know Evie, it’s been years since you hid from us.” She snorts at my comment.

“That has nothing to do with me and everything to do with all of you and my fuckin’ stepdad. I did what I had to do for us to give us better, to give us more,” she goes on.

“How’s working at a whore house supposed to help you and Lizzy?” Sylus finally breaks the silence.

“I think that’s really bold coming from the man whore himself.” She laughs into her hand, “It’s really funny coming from any of you. If I have to sell my pussy to live, so be it. It’s not the worst thing.” She stops and looks at all of us.

Treven acts like he’s not listening, but he is.

“I don’t know Evie, that sounds like a shit ass life to me,” I can’t help but say.

“Well then, you have no idea what it's like to truly struggle. To be hungry, to have no clothes. To have nowhere to sleep at night. To have someone else to take care of other than yourselves. You know, some people actually have responsibilities.” I know that’s a direct hit.

“Oh, I have responsibilities, who do you think runs all of this?” I lift one hand up in the air to gesture towards the city.

“I don’t know Damion, nor do I care. I have so much more on my plate.” Evie's irritation is evident. We come to a stop and the car next to us has their windows down. I look over and the guy blows his smoke my way. Clenching my steering wheel even harder, I try to keep my cool. The guy laughs and does it again. My fist collides with the steering wheel as I put the car in park. I jump out and grab the guy by his throat through the window .

“Don’t fuckin disrespect me in my city.” Grabbing the cigarette out of his hand I take it, pulling out his tongue and ash it. He tries to make noises but I close his mouth. “Now, swallow.” I tap his cheek with my other hand. The guy chokes and sputters and I make him eat his own cigarette. His friend, who’s in the driver seat, looks at me with wide eyes, almost like he saw the boogey man. They better believe they did. I won’t put up with any shit in my city. “Good boy,” I rub his cheek. “The next time I see you, you better not be blowing smoke in my face, laughing.”

He nods his head frantically. He swallows the rest of the cigarette. “I’m sorry ….I didn’t.”

I shake my head. “Don't cower to me now. Be a man and realize you fucked up. Change your actions and go on your way.” I shoo them off and get back into the SUV. Evie just looks at me, but says nothing. “Stop looking like someone pissed in your cereal, Evie.” She crosses her arms and stares back out the window. “Oh, I’m sorry that we ruined the princess’s night, that we actually found you. Were you ever going to say anything to us? Or were you just going to hide forever? I’m starting to think we never meant anything to you.” I look at Marcus next to me. His leg keeps bouncing so I reach out to still it. I shake my head and he stops, “Sorry,” he mumbles and suddenly, laughter splits the air. It’s a crazy laugh, like something will hit the fan.

“Me?” She taps her chest. “You have got to be fucking kidding me. I am the one that has always loved you all. I did everything and anything for each of you. But when I was drowning, who was there to save me? My god damn self. I ran to save Lizzy and I. I could not subject her to this shit. My stepdad is a true monster. You didn’t have to live with him. It was like living everyday on egg shells. Was today a good or bad day? Were we going to eat today or not? I didn’t want Lizzy to grow up that way. The abuse was just getting worse, nothing was getting better. Where were you? Because the last thing I remember is that none of you gave a shit.”

“That’s not true Evie.” Treven, of course, chimes in.

“Really? Are we remembering things the same? I seem to count numerous times where I was more of an inconvenience to your little gang.” Ehh. The way she makes her little noises and looks off into space has my heart beating.