I put my phone back in my pocket and kept walking. I carried her the rest of the way home and then sat down on the couch with her in my lap.
I sat and held her like that for a while until she started to wake up. She opened her eyes and saw me, and immediately started trying to get away. "Hey hey calm down baby. What's wrong?" I asked worriedly. "I want to go home. Why can't I just go home?!" She asked sadly. "Because baby, I need you here with me. I care about you a lot and I'd go crazy if I didn't know where you were every second of every day."
I looked at Paige for a response, but she seemed to be in deep thought. I took that time to look her over for any other injuries, and that's when I noticed how dirty the clothes she was wearing were, and all the small scrapes and dirt she had covering her skin from all the bushes and trees.
"Let's get you cleaned up and into some clean clothes," I said calmly. I quickly picked her up and headed upstairs towards the bathroom connected to my bedroom. Once in the bathroom, I set her down on the counter and started taking my hoodie off of her. She immediately started pushing my hands away and tried to get away from me.
I grabbed both her wrists in one hand. "Paige, don't fight me. I need to get you cleaned up and I can't trust you to do it by yourself," I said. "Please, I promise I won't try anything. Please just let me do this myself," she said, her eyes watering. I just shook my head and continued taking her clothes off. She kept struggling but I had her wrists in one hand and stood between her legs so she couldn't kick me.
Once she was down to her bra and panties, I groaned as I took in her appearance. She looked down, her face bright red in embarrassment. I started brushing her hair away from her ear and whispered "Sweetheart, you are absolutely beautiful, there is no need to be embarrassed." I grabbed her wrists again so I could take off her remaining clothing.
Once she was completely bare, I picked her up and set her in the tub, and started the warm water. I could hear her sniffles as many tears started running down her face. I grabbed her face and kissed her tears away, telling her how beautiful she is and how she shouldn't be upset or embarrassed. Once the tub was full, I wet her hair and started lathering shampoo and conditioner in it, then rinsing it out.
I used vanilla-scented body wash and cleaned her up, being careful with her ankle and all the little cuts she had on her arms and legs. She was silent, didn't look at me once, and kept her eyes down the entire time. Once I was finished rinsing her off, I grabbed a fluffy white towel and lifted her out of the tub to wrap her up in it. I carried her out to my bedroom and set her on the bed while I went to my closet to get her some clothes.
When I came out from the closet, she was sitting in the exact same position I had left her in, eyes still fixed on the ground. I replayed the images of her naked body in my head, causing my little friend to get excited. Seeing her look so vulnerable at this very moment really turned me on. I slowly made my way towards her, setting the clothes down next to her.
She didn't make any move to look or even grab them to change into. I leaned down to her level and started kissing her neck and pulling the towel down. She instantly shoved me away and pulled the towel around her tighter. I just chuckled, surprised at the strength of such a small girl. I leaned down again and whispered, "Sweetheart, are you a virgin?" She didn't respond, which made me curious. "You better be a virgin baby, or I'm going to kill whoever took it," I spoke again. The thought of her sleeping with any other man but me made me angry. She still wasn't answering me. "Sweetheart, I need an answer," I said in a more stern voice so she knew I was being serious. "Yes," she spoke in a soft and shaky voice.
I immediately felt my anger vanish knowing she was still a virgin. "Good girl. I'm going to take your virginity tonight, okay? It's going to hurt a little at first, but don't worry, I'll be gentle," I said softly. Her eyes widened and she looked at me in an absolute panic. I made her lay down on her back and then got on top of her, careful not to put all my weight on her. I then started kissing her neck and down her chest. "Please don't do this Xavier," she whimpered, her body shaking in fear. "Shhhh baby, it'll be okay. I'll be careful," I said softly.
She then started trying to kick me away, but I just grabbed her legs and pinned them underneath me. I pulled the towel off of her and she instantly started crying, begging me not to do it. "Baby I know you're scared, but I promise, after the first time, you are going to love it," I said, softly rubbing my thumbs on her bare stomach.
I quickly grabbed her wrists again so she couldn't go anywhere, forced her legs open, and put myself right at her entrance. "Xavier if you do this, I will never forgive you," she said crying hysterically. I stopped for a moment and thought about it. She is only 17 and I don't want her to hate me more than she already does, but I was too far gone to stop now.
Thinking about anyone else taking her virginity angered me and I wasn't going to let that happen. So I slowly slid into her entrance, causing her to squeal in pain. I waited a few more seconds, not wanting to hurt her, and slid in little by little until I was fully in. Tears slipped out of her eyes as she looked to the side, avoiding any eye contact. I wiped her tears, and then carefully started thrusting in and out.
Her quiet sniffles were heard around the room and my moans got louder, but I didn't go any faster. I didn't want her to be too sore. I kept going in and out at a slow pace until I finished. I knew Paige wasn't going to finish since this was her first time, and she's not at all turned on right now. I pulled out and then looked down to see that there was a little bit of blood on the sheets and on Paige's inner thighs. A pang of guilt went through my whole body as I took in Paige's state. She was curled into a ball, shivering and silently crying.
She was obviously in pain and scared, and it's my fault. Feeling awful, I quickly slipped on some sweatpants and wrapped Paige up in a warm blanket, and brought her over to the couch while I made the bed with some fresh sheets. When the bed was freshly made, I went over to Paige on the couch and carried her to the bathroom again. I sat on the edge of the tub with her in my lap as I waited for the tub to fill with warm water. Once it was full again, I set her in it to get the blood off and also help with the soreness down there. The whole time, she just sat there, looking in the opposite direction that I was in. She had a completely blank look on her face and she looked traumatized.
Her body was shaking, probably out of fear, cold, and because she was crying. I quickly wiped up all the blood and let her relax a little more in the warm water to ease her soreness. I couldn't wait to just cuddle with her and make her feel all better. I got Paige out of the tub and all dressed in some comfy spandex and a long T-shirt, and she did not once say anything or look at me. She was sitting on the bed, so I leaned down and made her lie down so I could cuddle with her.
I think she thought I was going to try and rape her again because she started freaking out and trying to get away from me, but I held her down. "Baby it's okay, calm down. I'm not going to do it again. I just want to hold you, okay?" I said soothingly. She slowly stopped moving and lay still, but she was still shaking. "Paige, please look at me. I'm sorry I did this to you, but you have to learn that you are mine and no one else's, and you can't leave me," I said.
Her eyes were completely blank and emotionless as if everything was just ripped away from her, which I guess, in a way it was. I then heard her start sniffling again. "Sweetheart are you in pain? What's hurting?" She pointed to her ankle and inner thighs. Her ankle is from earlier, but her thighs hurting is my fault. I looked down at her legs and noticed there was quite a bit of bruising on her inner thighs. No wonder they were hurting her. I feel terrible now. Not only did I rape her, but I actually bruised and hurt her in the process. I gently slid my hand down towards her thighs and started massaging them to ease the soreness. She flinched at first, but it must have been helping with the pain because she didn't try to stop me.
I then twirled her hair around my fingers and rubbed her back with the tips of my fingers, hoping to relax and calm her shakiness. It took a while, but eventually, she stopped shaking, her quiet sniffles died down, and her breathing became slow and steady, indicating she was asleep. I worry a little because she's been sleeping a lot and I know that's not normal. It could just be a temporary trauma response. I covered her up and then went out of the room, locking the door behind me so she can't escape. I sat and watched tv in the living room while waiting for my brother to get here. Almost immediately, the doorbell rang, and in walked my brother, slamming the front door behind him.
"Hello little brother," Nathan said, slapping my shoulder in a playful way. "I need to tell you something," I said seriously. Nathan looked back at me with the same expression. "What did you do this time Xavier?" He asked. I looked down in guilt, remembering what had just happened a little bit ago with Paige. "If I tell you, you can't tell anyone. And you can't help her leave," I said. He looked at me, completely and utterly confused, so I explained the whole story to him, purposely leaving out the part where I raped her.
After I finished telling the story, he sat and stared at the ground for what seemed like forever. Finally, he got up and asked, "Where is she?" I stood up, indicating for him to follow, as I led him up the stairs to my room. I opened the door to my room and Nathan walked in, staring right at Paige's sleeping figure. We both started walking towards the bed, but Paige must have heard our footsteps because she started waking up and opened her eyes to see us.
She immediately jumped back and pulled the blanket over her. I sat on the bed and slowly pulled the blanket off to reveal her hugging her legs to her chest with her head down. "Paige, baby please look at me," I said in a soft voice. She slowly lifted her head to look at me, so I moved my hand to brush the hair out of her face, but she quickly flinched away. "What the fuck did you do to her Xavier?! She's fucking terrified!" Nathan said angrily.
He slowly started walking towards Paige, with her carefully watching his every move. "It's okay, my name is Nathan and I'm this idiot's older brother. I promise I won't hurt you, okay?" He said softly. She didn't move, so she must've been okay with him being there for now. Nathan started to reach his arms out to her, but she flinched away in fear. I can't say I blame her. I'm sure she doesn't trust anyone right now.
"Hey hey, it's okay I promise I'm not going to hurt you, alright?" Nathan said reaching out for her again, carefully hooking his arm under her legs and pulling her right next to him. He suddenly stopped and seemed to be staring down at Paige's legs. "Are those bruises?" Nathan asked confused, looking up at me. I felt my throat become dry. I didn't know how to respond. Nathan looked back down at the bruises and seemed to put the pieces together.
"Xavier, please tell me you didn't do what I think you did," he said in a scary quiet voice. I wasn't going to lie or deny it. I deserved whatever was coming to me. I just looked down in shame. He stared me down for a while and my silence seemed to be answer enough for him. He turned his attention to Paige, who was sniffling and crying silently, and his eyes immediately softened. I could tell he felt bad for her. "Come here sweetheart, I won't let him touch you again, okay?" He soothed as he gently lifted Paige onto his lap and let her cry into his shoulder.
"Xavier, what the fuck is wrong with you? You raped an innocent girl, and to make it even worse, she probably isn't of legal age either!" He yelled at me. I looked down in shame, feeling so much guilt for what I did to her. "Can I see those bruises sweetheart? I just want to make sure they aren't harmful or anything," I heard Nathan ask Paige. She looked hesitant, but slowly nodded and let him examine the bruises. I could see the bruises from where I was standing and I felt awful. They looked sore and painful and I want to cry knowing I did that to her. "Do you have any other bruises anywhere?" Nathan asked her. Paige nodded and hesitantly lifted her shirt to reveal the ones on her rib cage. "I have these, but he didn't cause these ones. Some other guy did a couple days ago," she said softly. Nathan nodded and examined those bruises too. He then lifted her off his lap and set her back on the bed so he could look at her ankle.
Nathan
"Okay, so for your ankle, I'm going to need you to come downstairs where my equipment is and where there's better lighting so I can check it out and wrap it. Can you walk on your ankle at all?" I asked her. She shook her head no. "I'll carry her down there," Xavier said, leaning down to pick her up. I quickly shoved him away before he could get her. "You don't get to touch her! Not after what you just did to her," I said angrily. Xavier looked upset at my words, but I didn't care. He needed to hear it and he needs to feel that guilt.
I turned around to face Paige, her small body shaking. I carefully leaned down to pick her up. She tensed up for a second but eventually relaxed. I started walking down the stairs, her head leaning on my shoulder and Xavier following closely behind. Once in the living room, I set her down on the couch and gently propped her ankle up on a pillow that sat on the coffee table. "Xavier, leave the room. You can't be in here," I said. He looked hurt and like he wanted to argue, but left the room anyways.
I took out my case full of medical equipment for Paige's ankle and started fixing it up. "How old are you sweetheart?" I asked, putting a wrap around her ankle. "Seventeen," she responded. I clenched my jaw, wondering how my brother could be such a fucking idiot. She's so young, and he completely took advantage of her. "I'm sorry for what my brother did to you," I apologized sincerely. She doesn't deserve this. She just looked at me for a few seconds, then nodded and looked back down. "I just want to go home," she said in a whisper.
I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. A few tears fell from her eyes, and I knew I had to get her out of here. I never knew my brother could be capable of rape, but now that I know he is, I'm not sure what else he's capable of. "I'm going to get you out of here, but you have to act as you normally would around Xavier, okay?" I said seriously. She looked at me with wide eyes, nodding. I nodded back and went back to wrapping her ankle.
As I was finishing, Xavier walked into the room. "How's she doing?" He asked. I glared at him angrily. "Well, her ankle is badly sprained, and she's in a lot more pain than she should be, thanks to you," I said sarcastically. He looked at Paige with sad eyes, hopefully regretting what he did to her. "I need to walk through some of the exercises Paige needs to do for her ankle, so I need you to leave," I said to Xavier. He nodded and looked at Paige one last time before walking out of the room again.
"Okay so your ankle is going to heal within a few weeks, and your bruises should start fading and becoming less painful in a few weeks as well. The only problem is that you're not going to be able to walk very well for those three to four weeks. I can't stay here for that long, and Xavier won't let you leave. Even if I manage to take you out of here with Xavier around, he's going to track you down, beat the shit out of me, and take you again. So we have to wait until you can walk again and during those few weeks, I will make a plan to get you out of here and make it so Xavier can't find you once you're gone," I explained quietly, not wanting Xavier to hear me.
I studied Paige's face and I could tell she was scared and anxious. "But he really scares me. And if I can't walk and you're not going to be here, then he's going to have to help me and I don't want to be anywhere near him," she said quietly, her eyes starting to pool with tears. I quickly sat on the couch next to her and hugged her to me. "Shhh, you're okay. I know you don't want him near you and I know he might try something with you again, but it's the only way to get you out of here and keep you out of here. I promise I'll have a plan and I'm going to get you out of here. But we just have to wait," I soothed, hoping to give her some peace of mind.
I sat her on my lap and hugged her to me, but I could still feel her shaking in my arms and I feel terrible for having to leave her here when she is scared like this. But it's the only way. Xavier is smart and an experienced boxer, and if I just take her now, he's going to easily fight me off. And if I do manage to escape with her, he will find her again and take her back. We have to be smart and patient about getting her out of here. I continued to hold Paige and rub her back until she calmed down.
Right then, Xavier walked into the room and his eyes immediately went to Paige. But he quickly looked angry. "Why are you holding her like that?" He asked in a jealous tone. I felt Paige jump and stiffen up on my lap hearing his angry voice.
"She got scared and started crying. I just held her to calm her down and make her feel safe. No need to go all cave man and get upset about it," I replied. Xavier shook his head.
"You know what, no. I know what you're doing. You're trying to make her feel safe and 'protect' her from me so that she will like you and trust you more than me. So that you can take her for yourself," Xavier angrily spat out. Now I could really see just how delusional he was right now. This young girl has made him go completely insane, and it has affected his judgment and behavior. Just seeing this girl has made Xavier kidnap and rape her, and now he's going crazy just by me holding her. It's not normal to be this controlling and obsessive over someone.
However, I can see that Xavier really does love Paige and he cares for her, but as children, our dad didn't set the best examples for us. I turned out okay, but Xavier obviously still struggles. He has feelings and he can feel emotions and be normal, but he has a few hang-ups. He can't control himself. And it's all because of our dad. I got through it and did my best to teach Xavier the right ways to treat women and be a good person. Now I can see he still has a lot of things he needs to learn and work on.
"Please just give her back to me. I need her, please," Xavier practically begged, slightly coming closer. Paige immediately huddled up closer to me, grabbing my shirt tightly in her hand. She's scared of him right now.
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