Pleasuring the Maid novel Chapter 8

Ray was putting the last box containing my sneakers in the trunk of his car when I let the first tear fall.

I had tried to keep a happy face but I finally couldn't do it. The pain in my chest was becoming too much. The smile I tried putting on my face finally  faltered.

I had no doubt in my mind that Bryson was indeed the devil incarnate. This man was pure evil, every word he spoke sent chills down my spine. There's this feeling his presence brought. I couldn't quite explain it, but it was there and I wanted it gone.

So much for trying to be happy for once. Of course he'd be the one to turn my happiness to sorrow and agony. Of course he'd be the one dancing through my sobbing.

The words he had spoken to me were replaying over and over again in my mind. Every single word had been imprinted in the back of my head perfectly.

The minute Ray had packed his Lamborghini in front of my house, his brother had laughed. Of course he would make fun of me.

He had pointed at my house clutching his stomach probably because of having laughed too much. "This is where you live?" He pouted his lips before continuing. ' of course it is silly me".

Those were the first words he had said and I had brushed him off. Answering him back with a chuckle and unlocking the door for them to enter.

Ray was surprisingly quiet, he hadn't said a single word. Guess he was just watching the scene unfold before him.

"So you're not only a whore, but a fucking disgusting person living with an equally disgusting old man?" No he didn't stop at that, Bryson wasn't about to stop insulting me.

"You seriously are sick Ava, fucking an old man just to have a place to sleep?".

What the hell was he on about? just because the place was old didn't mean an old man lived here. What more could he say to ruin my mood completely? At this point I was beginning to lose it. The smile, the happiness, everything was slowly becoming sombre in and around me.

The atmosphere was changing quickly, dark clouds had began forming in my head. Ready at anytime to release the salty liquid. I did my best though to force the tears back. No, today wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to stay happy.

"How does it feel to have a wrinkled dick in between your filthy cunt? You love it, don't you. Spreading your legs wide every night for a heavy old man to fuck you. You take it good like the whore you are. That's what you do Ava. I'm I right?"

I couldn't believe the words that were coming from Bryson. Wait, who I'm I kidding, of course only Bryson would say such vile things about me. Only Bryson relished in my obvious agony.

"Stop it Bry, you're crossing a line here. Ava lives alone." Ray addressed his brother. Ironically Bry shut up and followed his brother and I to my bedroom.

I blamed it on Ray though, he was the one who thought it was a good idea to bring his idiot brother here. He knew how his brother was and yet he let him come with us. Was it because he wanted to see me get hurt?

Didn't he get enough when he had left me on the floor crying my eyes out? So this was it, he was using Bryson to crush my soul completely. Meaning he was enjoying every sec...

"Snap out of it Ava, what are you taking with you?" His words had pulled me out of my thought. I had pointed at my Suitcase, I only had one. With no wardrobe or closet, I usually kept my clothes in the suitcase. As for my shoes, I had several boxes that I used for their storage.

So after telling him what I was carrying with me, I went to the bathroom to pick my toothbrush, washcloth, body wash, shavers and a few more necessities that I couldn't leave without.

I didn't forget to pick the picture that I always kept under my Pillow. It was a picture of my mum and I. The photographer had captured the exact emotions we were feeling at that time.

***Flash back ***