Page 39 of Filth: An Erotic Daddy Dom Romance
‘’I cried only when I was alone. When no eyes were watching me to witness the deep pain I was going through. I liked the dark best when all the lights in the house were out and everyone was asleep. It was the only time I didn’t feel scared, as I knew no beatings would come during that time. It gave me freedom and peace of mind with my thoughts…only they weren’t peaceful, but rather a confused chaotic mess in the desperate need to understand how my own family members could do that to me! I did nothing to ever warrant such barbaric behavior, except love and accept them as my family. I never once saw this side of any of them when mom was alive, which told me she was the true core strength that kept our family together’’
I blinked back a few escape away tears from my eyes, with Hudson’s warm fingers wiping the few droplets of moisture which fell.
‘’Thank you’’ I smiled at him, and he just kissed my cheek and held me close.
‘’With my stepfather now sole guardian to me and my sisters, I learned over time that he’d been able to cheat the system and quit his job to ‘look after us’ while claiming a decent benefits package for each child in the household. Given I was the youngest, my benefits came as most rewarding to him, and he found he didn’t need to lift a finger anymore to live the lazy slack life he always wanted, but couldn’t with my mother around. He’d side dollar my sisters enough each week to keep them happy while going to school, where I was then left alone with him in the daytimes as his little slave. He’d make me do everything that needed done...cook, clean, fill his bathwater, get him a beer, hold the TV cable, make the bed, change the sheets, mop the floor, cut his toenails, sweep, ugh, the list goes on and on! And if I missed just one of the things out that he asked me to do, he would take his belt off and beat me harshly with the buckle side, sometimes even drawing blood which I was made to clean on the spot so that the carpet didn’t stain. In the coming months I developed severe back pain, with no means of relieving it and getting myself maybe checked out by a doctor, as I was never allowed out of the house’’
‘’That’s fucking fucked up’’ Hudson hissed under his breath, and I could hear his teeth grind loudly inside his jaw with bitter anger.
‘’Yes it was’’ I nodded ‘’my stepfather was given the option to home-school me on account of my age, tying in with possible trauma I could be experiencing due to losing my mother so young. He of course accepted, but he didn’t teach me a damn thing. I unfortunately have never had an education. All I’ve ever learned was what my eyes and ears showed me. I strongly believe my mother passed her good genes on to me when I was created, as whatever I learn I learn fast and retain well, so I’m no idiot. The horrific lifestyle I lived continued into my mid-to-late-teens, with my mind and body numbly adept at dealing with whatever each day brought me. The beatings continued, although not so much as when I was younger. But now that I was older, it was the psychological trauma that started to take effect. It was bad enough seeing my sisters all dolled up in pretty things I knew I would never have, while I myself still lived in moth-eaten rags and slept on the cold cellar floor. But the continuous belittling and teasing of me was at times a little too much to bear.
I’d see them going on dates with their boyfriends, and coming in all hours of the morning with questionable stained clothing I didn’t wanna know about, ones that I was woken up and made to clean before our stepfather saw. I remember catching the eye once of one of my sister's junkie boyfriends, and even though I immediately looked away from him, the fact that he paid me any attention warranted an hour-long beating from my sister in her hideous jealous rage. I kept my eyes firmly glued to the floor after that, and just did my job cleaning and keeping house like I was supposed to. Then came the night when I finally made the bold decision to run away forever…’’
‘’It’s okay baby, take your time, you don’t have to rush anything’’ Hudson said looking at me now very concerned when my eyes began to water fast.
‘’I’m okay’’ I told him nodding confidently, and took another deep breath clearing my throat before continuing on…
‘’With both my sisters out of the house one evening on their way to an all-night rock concert with their boyfriends, it was just me and my stepfather at home alone together. I in my usual silence was busying myself cleaning up the dishes he’d eaten from, where I returned with his usual after-dinner beer and placed it down on the table beside the couch ‘’You look more and more like her every day’’ my stepfather said suddenly out of the blue.
‘’Like who?’’ I asked quietly, even though I knew who he was talking about.
‘’Like your mother’’
‘’I take that as a compliment then, she was a beautiful soul’’ I said quietly.
‘’Yeah, with the only mistake she ever made was giving birth to the likes of you’’ he scoffed rudely at me, but I didn’t take offense. I was used to his unsightly slurs, especially with the aid of alcohol in his system. What happened next though changed everything…’’or maybe not’’ he said, and I found myself suddenly groped in his arms and pulled onto the couch with him, with his nasty greasy hands already inside my top and over my breasts. I screamed the house down with vocals I never even knew I had, but he was just too strong for me. I remember vomiting as he held me down, with his disgusting beer belly wobbling on top of me, and his filthy food-stained lips nearing closer to mine as he tried to kiss me. The only thing going through my mind was the kind warmth of my mother’s face which I’d carried with me in memory over the years, wondering how on earth she ever could have married such a monster! But I guess like me she just didn’t know. Her vision gave me strength, and I used every bit of it to do what I never had the mental strength to ever do before, as I swiftly reach for the bottle of beer on the table and smashed him over the head with it, before running as fast as my bruised up legs would carry me. I was behind the locked door of my cellar in no time, with only a few seconds to grab what little I could in the way of belongings, before the door to the cellar suddenly burst open, and down trudged my stepfather fast making his way towards me. He managed to catch only my ankle, which I kicked and pulled with all my might while halfway out the window until I was able to free myself from his grip, and run wherever the dead of night took me’’
‘’Oh baby, fuck, oh my god’’ said Hudson shaking his head in seethed anger over all I was telling him.
‘’I didn’t know where to go. I had no money. No shelter. And no clue about the outside world for the last twelve years. I was scared, and I was alone. But for the first time had something of true value to me…I had my freedom. And the first thing I did with it was look up the Seattle obituaries in our small town of Winthrop where I lived, to see if I could learn more of my mother’s passing. Turned out she died of ovarian cancer, which I didn’t even know there was anything wrong with her. Her warm smile kept everything so well hidden’’ I said, allowing now the painful sting of tears to pour out my eyes as I relived it all again. Only this time I wasn’t alone, I had the tender warmth of Hudson’s strong arms in protection around me.
‘’Here, take a sip of water baby’’ he said holding my glass out to me.
‘’No I’ll be alright, but I could do with some fresh air though’’ I said standing up from his lap and walking over to the window, staring my eyes out blankly across the pretty panoramic view of the city ‘’we pick and choose our battles I guess, and I chose to fight mine and disappear forever. Over time my scars healed, but the painful memories never will’’ I said looking up at the dark night sky, then back again at the skyline.
‘’The Seattle Space Needle was the first place I wanted to visit when I arrived to the city’’ I said staring up at it admiringly through Hudson’s window ‘’didn’t know how as I had zero money. But I was determined to go there somehow, as fragmented memories of my mother talking about how pretty it was, would eventually come back to me over the years’’
‘’I know she watches over you every day, and admires the amazing strength her beautiful girl has’’ Hudson’s soft voice said as he came and joined me by the window, delicately wrapping his strong arms around me from behind in warm comfort.
‘’I like to believe that’’ I said turning and looking up at him.
HUDSON POV:
I tried not to let show how acidic with anger and broken with pain her story had truly made me. And if I could, I would rewind back time and shelter her from the world so that she’d never have to carry such tormented memories with her ever again.
‘’Everything’s possible with love in your heart’’ I smiled down at her, which was as much a reminder for me as it was for her, as I’d lost so much of it being bitter towards Jessica, that I forgot how good it felt letting someone close to me again, someone who I could genuinely see a potential future together with.
‘’Yes it is’’ she smiled back ‘’and if I may, not that I think you ever will but, I’d appreciate keeping what we shared just between us. It’s the first time ever I’ve opened up with anyone, and that trust has now become a part of the precious feeling I hold for you’’ she said looking up at me.
‘’You have my absolute word Taylor, of course you do’’ I said leaning and in hugging her close.
‘’Thank you Hudson, that means everything to me’’ she said hugging me back.
CHAPTER 26
HALF AN HOUR LATER…
‘’Um…what are you doing baby?’’ I said standing watching confused as Taylor began propping the pillows on the couch ready to sleep.
