Trouble at Brayshaw High - Meagan Brandy Page 0,96
muffled and sluggish.
He speaks to the man again but keeps his eyes on me. “Continue, Doc.” He grins, folding his hands in front of him. “You’re in the back of my limo, of course. A bit cliché, if you ask me, I prefer a town car, but I needed the space for today’s adventure.”
The man, who’s maybe mid-fifties, leans closer. “Do you know who I am?”
“A piece of shit.”
He lifts his hands as if he agrees. “My name is Donley Graven, and this is the less than spectacular and of no importance or strength, Estella Graven.” He motions to the woman at his side who doesn’t speak. He sits back in his seat and lights a cigar while the man pulls the needle from my arm and situates himself.
“Collins’ maid,” I rasp.
Donley nods. “Yes, and his mother.”
“He got less than he deserved.”
The woman says nothing but Donley chuckles. “I bet.”
“What do you ...” I swallow past the dryness in my throat. “What do you want from me?”
“Confirmation,” he says flatly.
The thin man by my feet drops down to his knees beside me and I stare as he pushes up my sleeve, ties a knot just above my elbow, and slides a needle into my arm with ease.
My breathing speeds up as blood spills into the tube at the end.
“Don’t panic,” Donley tells me. “It’s just a little blood, Brayshaw. If what I heard is correct, you are quite fond of it on a normal day.”
I don’t take my eyes off the man’s movements. “What kind of confirmation are you looking for?” I ask, knowing he won’t answer me.
“I must say.” My eyes fly to his when the squish of leather sounds. He moves closer. “You are quite beautiful. Exquisite, really, though you don’t seem to know it.” His voice lowers. “Perhaps that’s the key though, hm? A quiet beauty so loud it seizes every soul on sight. That is what’s happened here, isn’t it? All those around you have fallen for the allure.” His eyes trace over me and my stomach turns. “I bet she hates you for it, your beauty...” He trails off and I frown. “Likely even told you otherwise your entire life?”
“You know her.”
He ignores me again. “Shame really, when you could have been loved and fawned over, reminded of your perfection every day. Raised like the princess you were meant to be.”
I frown at the fascination he boldly shows.
“Tell me, sweet Raven. Has he told you yet?” He tilts his head. “Rolland, I mean.”
Shit. He knows.
“Last night.” Donley’s eyes harden. “When he got home, did he tell you I’d be paying you a visit?”
I open my mouth but nothing comes out and he clicks his tongue, sitting back.
“Shame, I told him patience wasn’t on the menu.”
Wait. What?
“You talked to him?”
“Had lunch with him even, before he went home.”
Rolland lied.
“Tell me, are you a virgin?” Donley asks.
Panic fights its way up my throat, but I force it back. “Fuck you.”
He sighs, lifting a hand to the man at my feet. “Defiant, just like her,” he muses to himself.
The man at my feet moves to the floorboard. Propped up on his knees, he scoops his arms under me and pulls until my back hits the carpet beside him.
I try to scream, but it comes out as a rough whisper at best, and I watch, horrified, as the man unbuttons my jeans and yanks them down, freeing one of my legs. He pulls at my underwear next.
“Don’t touch me!” I hiss, but I’m ignored as he positions my feet so they’re planted flat against the floor, my knees up. “I’m not—”
“Stop speaking,” Donley cuts me off. “You had a chance.”
I grind my teeth together.
This asshole, he thinks I’m some dumb girl because he caught me slipping – never again.
Collins’ mom, Estella, looks out the window as I’m spread open right here at her heels.
“Don’t fight and it shall be quick.” Donley turns to Estella, who passes him a fresh drink without turning his way. “Doc?”
My eyes squeeze shut, and I think I feel moisture build at my lashes as pressure hits in my pelvic area, but I feel nothing other than disgust.
Only the weak cry.
“Doc,” Donley barks.
The doctor clears his throat, but even still, there is a slight hesitation before he speaks. “Hymen has been broken, sir. She is debased. And ... swollen, so recently active.” He clears his throat again, his troubled frown shifting away from the three of us.