I shrug him off. “HUNTER, has always been a friend. That’s different.”
He shakes his head with a short laugh. “And I’m family, you should want to spend time with me, Keeley.”
His temper is flaring up and I swallow against the lump in my throat. I’m no stranger to his threats, but something about this situation doesn’t feel right. I wish I hadn’t sent Hunter away.
I continue folding the laundry, not saying anything back. If I ignore him, maybe he’ll go away?
He grabs my hand. “Acknowledge me when I speak to you, girl! You need to learn some respect.”
I scoff. “Respect? You wouldn’t know what that was if it hit you in the face.”
His grip around my hand tightens. “You’ll learn your place. Now, let’s go spend some time as a family.”
I can’t hold my tongue any longer. “You’re not family! You drove my mom away from us, you ruined my childhood. I don’t want anything to do with you, I won’t have you ruin my adulthood too. I’ve kept quiet long enough, as soon as dad gets home tonight, I’m telling him everything I ever saw as a kid. Then he’ll know how sick you are!”
He let’s go of my hand as his face twists with rage. “Sick? No. Twisted? Perhaps. Sick would imply there’s a cure for what’s going through my head.”
I back away from his taunts and run out of the utility room into the kitchen before I’m grabbed by my wrist and flung against one of the counters. My hip collides with it and I cry out in pain before dropping to the floor.
I feel a heavy boot push into my back and I’m pressed against the tiles, hip throbbing from the connection with the countertop.
“You think he’s going to believe the slutty little biker brat over his brother?” He cackles.
I ignore him and try to get up before I’m stepped on again and pushed to the floor. This time, he bends down really slowly and whispers in my ear. “We’re going to have a little fun. I wonder if you’ll like it as much as your mom did?”
My eyes widen and I shout, hoping to get the attention of the neighbors but I have my music so loud they probably won’t hear me over it. I panic as he flips me over and rips open my jeans. I hit out at him and connect with his jaw, he growls but doesn’t stop his advances.
“You’ve got more fight in you than she did,” he says nonchalantly. “I like it.”
I gag and claw at his face, not able to get a proper grip of anything. I’m aiming for his eyes as he slides my jeans off.
“No!” I shout over and over again, kicking out at him.
His eyes widen and he slumps down. “Fuckin’ bitch! You kicked me in the balls!”
I stumble up but he grabs my ankle from the floor and I make a grab for the counter, desperately looking to anchor myself. I miss my mark and knock items off the counter as I thud to the floor.
He grabs my thighs and flips me around onto my back. I try to thrash out but he’s stronger and pulls open my hips so he can slot himself between them.
I feel around my head for something, anything to help me get away from my deranged Uncle. I feel something sharp dig into my fingertips and I close my hand around it and don’t hesitate in swinging my arm around, slashing at his face. I realize that I’m holding a knife and push myself back from him as I watch the blood ooze from the deep gash I’ve just made on his cheek.
He curses and reaches for a dishcloth. “You’ll fuckin’ pay for that!” He screams.
I hold the knife out toward him. “Get out!” I shout, but he just looks up at me with crazed eyes. “I said get out! Or I’ll calling the cops!”
I watch as my hand holding out the knife shakes as he slowly gets to his feet. “And don’t ever set foot in this house again, do you hear me?”
He points at me with a bloody hand. “You’ve just dug your own grave, girl.”
His voice is low and calm and I find this more sinister than if he were to shout. He doesn’t wait for me to reply, he turns and walks through the house and as I hear the front door slam, the tears fall down my cheeks as the hand with the knife lets go. I’d watched it happen to my mom, but somehow I didn’t quite believe he could be so evil, until now. He just tried to rape me.
I lay there, staring at the ceiling feeling dead inside as I feel his body weight lifts off me and he tucks himself away. “I always get my way, sweet girl.”
It’s been two days since the incident with Merl locking himself in the clubhouse and it’s made everyone act edgy around him, well, more so than usual. He’s a fuckin’ nutcase at the best of times. This is exactly what I wanted though, most people voted against him anyway, now that he’s gone off the rails over the past week, well let’s just say it ain’t gonna help his case when we have church.