Misfortune of the Best Kind.

Part 8

Anna sat and contemplated.

Her thoughts would not, for all her struggle, make any sense. Her sexual desires were in all their complexity, very disturbing. Why would she want pain? Why…. why?

Still trying very much to make sense of her thoughts, Anna panted on Gabriel’s lap.

Christine and him had moved here almost a month ago, and still Anna continued to have ‘relations’ with Gabriel.

Now, you would think with Anna’s love for Christine and deep abiding… ‘dislike’ for Gabriel, Anna would stop any and all communication with Gabriel, but she hadn’t! Maybe it was Anna’s own weak character that kept her from packing up her things and taking a nice, long vacations from the dramatic hell her life had become, yet she still remained and let the bastard do whatever he wanted to do to her.

This was really not a healthy thing that they had going on for themselves. All of Anna’s thoughts came to an end as she felt Gabriel’s palm come down on her backside.

“Anna, I’m not hearing anything.” Gabriel purred as he spanked Anna none too gently.

“I’m a bad girl and I deserve to be punished.” Anna sobbed. Could she degrade herself any more? Already this had been going on for almost an hour. Gabriel laughed as if he could hear her thoughts.

With a final resonant slap, Gabrielle stopped. Anna lay limp on his lap, panting.

“You know Anna? I’m really glad we’re taking our relationship slow.” She could here the mockery dripping from his lips, and she was sure the moment she looked up, she would see his smug smile. Anna scowled and snarled quietly, so he wouldn’t hear.

Slap! Apparently he did hear.

“Alright darling, that’s enough for today. I’ll come back tomorrow.” With that said, Gabriel gave a quick kiss to her bruised backside and pulled her pants up.

Sating her up gently, he smoothed out her tussled hair and wiped the few remaining tears on her cheek. Then he caressed her cheek, gazing at her. His mouth was slightly agape, he was the picture of childish curiosity. It looked right on his face. This was a face he used to lure people in a false sense of security, Anna knew.

“Has anyone ever done this to you before?” Gabriel wondered out loud, like the question wasn;t meant for her.

Anna looked confused. Why would anyone want to do this to her? She only had sex once and that was just for the sake of losing her virginity, there was no pleasure involved. Only discomfort, and pain. The boy had fumbled, and kneaded her breasts painfully, and had been done in four minutes. She knew it was four minutes because she had kept her eyes on the clock the whole time.

“Umm…No.” Anna looked away. Gabriel continued looking at her, still caressing her cheek. It wasn't fair. This disgusting display of comfort, when Anna knew it ot be false. Something that he used against her. Something that he used for himself. She knew he liked to feel the softness of her skin against callous hands. Why did he have such rough hands? His hands were that of a man who did manual labor, a man who worked hard...She could just imagine it. A place far before her time, a small house. He would go out into the fields, his pale skin would be tanned by the ruthless sun, and she would wait for him everyday by the door to come home. She would watch him approach, with the setting sun illuminating the taut muscles of his torso. And he would smile at her. Not this horrible smile, but a real one, one full of love. And she would never doubt his love...because this was a dream. And he would love her in her dreams.

“Are you sure?” He asked. He said it in a soft voice, a voice perfect for her dream. But she wouldn't fall. It was if he knew something, something that she, apparently, did not.

“No.” Anna wrenched herself away from him. They should not be having this discussion. He could not use that gentle voice.

“Please leave.” Anna said as she walked to the farthest point away from him. He simply stood there, a thoughtful look on his face. His eyes were heavily lidded, darker than usual, almost black.

Finally, he smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said, “I’ll tell Christine that you said hi.”

He walked out of the room. Anna stood still, not being able to move. He always said that right before he left. ’I’ll tell Christine you said hi.’ As if to remind her of what she was doing, betraying her best friend. HE nailed that letter on her chest, paraded her in hell. He laughed at her, laughed at her weakness. She clenched her eyes shut, prayed that the tears would not fall. Who was she to cry, when she let it happen?

Surprisingly, they had not had sex yet. He would always touch her, whenever he could, even in front of Christine, and Anna hated how she would always react. But he never let Anna touch him, only he her. The sick bastard, and his sick mind games. She wanted to sink her teeth into him and rip him apart. She had never hated and wanted something so badly in her life. Feeling the wetness between her thighs Anna sighed. Another shower was in order. Maybe that would erase the disgust she felt.

She went into the shower, turned on it on and simply stood there. The water was searing her flesh with its heat, but she paid it no mind.

Why did she let this continue. She had always thought of herself so smart, why was she acting this way; like a sideline whore? Like she wasn't worth being the "one". What had Christine done to deserve love, and she only that twisted desire. The sudden thought made her gasp in horror. Now she was accusing Christine. She grabbed the shampoo, lathered up her hair, and kept her eyes open as the studs of shampoo trailed into her eyes. She kept them open until her burned too intensely to keep open.

‘Has anyone ever done this to you before?’ Why would he ask such a question?

Trying to block out everything that had happened today, Anna went to bed. To tired to put on anything, she went to sleep bare.

****

“Anna. Anna. Where are you hiding?” Her father’s voice was playful as he searches his study.

Anna puts her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles. She is hiding under the desk, near the window. She has never hid there before so her father should have some trouble finding her.

It is the middle of summer just before Anna enters eighth grade and Christine could not spent it with her. She had to go to some stupid ‘real’ vacation with her family.

Thus Anna was left to amuse herself - that is before her father volunteered to be her own personal playmate.

Anna heard as her father’s foot steps became louder, she became absolutely still, she even held her breath. Her father stops right in front of the table she is hiding under.

“Where could she be?” He murmurs to himself.

Almost a minute passes by before Anna breaths in a quick and, hopefully, silent breath. But no such luck. Her father reaches under the table suddenly, grabs her ankle and pulls her out.

“Found you.” Domenico says with triumph.

Anna rolls around the floor, laughing. Delighted in a way, that only a child could be. Her father stands above her smiling, not saying a thing. When Anna, at last, stops, she continues to lay on the floor. She looks up at her father and gives him a large grin.

“I see London, I see France.” Her father chants. Anna laughs again and pulls her dress further down.

“I need to talk to you Domenico.” Anna’s mother stands in the door frame, a frown marring her lush lips.

Domenico gives Anna a kiss before he follows her mother. Anna simply lays on the floor for a few seconds, but decides to go after them, after all, she has nothing better to do.

Anna hears that they are in the kitchen. She walks over to the entrance, but hides behind the door. She presses her ear close to the door and listens.

“It’s disgusting.” Her mother hisses.

‘What’s disgusting?’ Anna wonders.

“How can you even think that way?” Her father is hissing right back.

“I see the way you act around her. My God, you make me sick.” Her mother.

“Maria, why is it that we have to keep going through this?” Her father sounds exhausted now.

“You’re the one who is thinking of sin.” Her mother says. Her father lets out a bark of a laugh.

“What kind of mother is jealous of her own daughter?”

Anna gently opens the door a tad, and peeks in. Her father is resting against the counter, his whole demeanor calm, while her mother looks tense, her hands are clenching by her sides.

“Do you really think He will take her the way she is now?” Her father seems startled, he moves quickly and grabs her mother’s neck.

“Never talk about Him in my house, do you hear me?” Her father is angry and her mother seems frightened.

“Domenico, be reasonable. He will come for her. We know that He will. He is growing impatient. You acting the way you do…it’s making Him angry.” Her mother is pleading now. Her father releases her and steps away. He roughly pushes his hair out of his face.

“You are despicable…How can you not love her? Just because that…that monster wants her doesn’t mean that we are any less her parents.” Her father asks looking truly bewildered.

“Do not talk to me about her. You had forsaken me the moment she was born. As if I had no value any longer.” Maria did not like being pointed out her inadequacy as a mother.

“I never abandoned you. I just realized what you really were. A self-centered bitch, who could not see anything other than her own needs.” Domenico said with a cruel smirk, “Anna…Anna is… beauty and innocents and…something wonderful. Something that you never were.” He finishes and bows his head. He murmurs something else, but Anna cannot hear.

Her mother stands, her arms crossed and she looks as if she is about to cry. Anna can’t stand to stay here any longer. Quietly she runs to her room. Sitting on her bed, Anna doesn’t cry, she only sits with a sad knowing. Anna supposes that she has known all her life, she even remembers times when she was very young, crying for some reason or another and her mother merely sitting on the couch, just looking at her, never picking her up, no matter how much Anna pleaded.

She hugs her pillow close to her chest and sits on her bed. She doesn’t think about what has just happened, about the pain that seems to be invading every part of her body. Nor of the sting in her eyes. She just sits.

There is a small knock on her door and her father pokes his head in. A boyish smile on his face as he asks if can come in. Anna also smiles and nods. Her father comes into her room, sits on her bed and looks at her. Anna’s head is down, she doesn’t want her father to know that she has heard anything.

“You know Anna.” Her father starts, “You’re not very quiet.” He finishes. Anna’s face turns red, and her head lowers a few more inches. Her father sighs and looks out of her window.

“I’m very sorry you had to hear that…Your mother and I…well, we have not been on the best of terms for a while.” Her father lets out a laugh, “to tell you the truth, we’ve never truly been good terms.”

Anna doesn’t say anything, but after a moment she asks, “Who is that person you were talking to mom about, Who’s He?” Her father’s head snaps toward her, his face showing panic.

“He…He is…no one.” He lets out a nervous laugh, stops, groans and drops himself on the bed. Anna looks down at him, she reaches out her hand and puts it on his cheek.

“Dad, are you alright.” Anna asks. Her father groans again.

“No…No. I am not alright! I am a bad father is what I am!” He exclaims.

“Dad, stop being such a drama queen.” Anna rolls her eyes, but her smile shows that she is not annoyed.

“I resent that. I am not a drama queen…I prefer drama king.” He says in snooty voice. Anna laughs and jumps on him.

“No you are both my king and queen.” She smiles at him, but he merely looks at her.

“Anna, you know that I love you and so does your mom.” His voice is very serious.

“Yeah.” Anna wonders what this is about.

“We would never hurt you.”

“Okay.” Her father smiles, leans forward and kisses her forehead.

“Alright, this I good… We’re fine.” He chants for a few minutes, taking deep breaths.

That night they lay together in bed, her father stroking her hair, face and back. She simply lays and listens to his stories. The next morning. she remembers nothing of what happened the previous day.

****

“Are you exited to go to school?” Christine is practically jumping off the bed with her enthusiasm. “Can you believe it? Eighth grade!” Christine sequels.

“Yeah…school…whoop.” Anna says in a melancholy voice.

“Well, you don’t seem very exited.” Christine stops jumping and sits near Anna. “Come on. It’s eighth grade. We are young adults now. Can you imagine, us, adults?” Christine sighs lost in her dream and Anna smiles at the inanity of the whole situation.

“Christine we are nowhere near being adults. Someone just made up that word ‘young-adults’ to stop kids from complaining so much.”

“That’s not true.” Christine says in an outraged voice. “Now we have breast, and periods and….other stuff.” Anna laughs at Christine’s examples.

“We are too adults.” Christine says.

“How so?” Anna asks amused.

“Well, adults can kiss and touch and stuff.” Christine looks down. “We kiss and touch and do stuff.”

“I don’t think holding hands and kisses on the cheek are the same thing as what adults do.” Anna says, still amused by Christine.

“Well, we could always do a little more.” Christine whisper, still looking down.

“Little more? Like what?” Anna wonders if there is anymore ice-cream left. It's the middle of the afternoon, the sun is high, and she feels hot and hungry.

“Well…we could…touch a little more…and…umm.” Christine looks up shyly. She slowly puts one of her hands on the ham of Anna’s shirt and slips it under. Anna gasps, but doesn’t stop her. Feeling a little bolder, Christine drags her hand up to Anna’s covered breast. She doesn’t take her eyes off of Anna’s. She cups Anna’s breast and is amazed by the size of it. Anna’s were always larger than her own.

Christine leans closer to her and gently plants her lips on Anna’s. They separate and Christine tries to pull her hand out, but Anna stops her. Anna places her hand over Christine and guides her hand back to her breast.

“Do what you did before.” Anna voice is a little breathless. She still wants that ice-cream. It's much hotter than before. But there is this feeling. This curious feeling of goodness. Like when her parents and her had a picnic. The blanket had been laid out on the soft grass, but their had been a rock sticking out that no one saw until Anna sat on it, and felt it push against her underwear. She had almost moved, when she felt the pressure, the curious feeling of goodness. She had gently pressed down. Her dress had been flared around her, so that no one saw what she was doing. She had sat there for hours and gently rocked herself against that rock. Her father had called for her to play tag with him, but she had wanted to stay where she was sitting, so he had given up and sat beside her, and stroked her hair. She had liked that picnic a lot.

“Okay.” Anna notices that Christine's voice is also breathless.

Christine begins to kneed Anna’s breast. Anna gasps and moans. Christine seeing her opportunity slips her tongue into Anna’s opened mouth. Anna wanting to try, slips her tongue out as well. Their tongues touch timidly, but as they become more familiar with each other, they lock their lips together.

Slowly Anna reaches under Christine’s skirt. Anna puts her hand on Christine’s inner thigh. They separate panting.<

“Do you want to…?” Christine asks and Anna nods wide-eyed.

Christine rests her back against the bed frame. She pulls her skirt up and spreads her legs. Anna sees a small wet area on Christine’s underwear. Anna reaches toward Christine’s underwear and tugs it to the left. Anna bites her lip.

“What should I do now.” Anna asks a bit nervously.

“Kiss it there. I heard it’s a lot of fun.” Christine answers in a whisper as if telling a secret.

“Okay.” Is the only response that comes to Anna’s mind at the moment. She lowers her head and gives the glistening lips a quick kiss, she is amazed to see them close and reopen.

“Kiss like you would my mouth.” Christine whispers and Anna sees her stomach tremble.

Anna lowers her lips again and this time she slips her tongue into the small opening she sees. She hears Christine moan. Gently she thrusts her tongue in and out of the opening as she also kisses the area around. Something wet covers her chin and lips.

Without a notice she hears her bedroom door open. She quickly pushes away from Christine, but it’s too late, her father has seen them.

He simply stands, his mouth slightly agape. Christine hurriedly pushes down her skirt and dashes out of the bedroom. Her father doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are resting intently on Anna.

“Anna.” His eyes have darkened from there usual light blue. His jaw is clenching.

“Come here.” He waits for her to move, but Anna simply stands there. “Anna, I said to come to me!” H looks furious now.

“It’s not…” Anna struggles to come up with an excuse. soft pants come out of her mouth, and she has never before been afraid of her father.

“It’s not what, Anna?” He asks in a harsh whisper. She opens her mouth to come up with something anything, she frantically looks around her room, as if it holds the answers to her dilemma.She finally turns back to him, gulps and slowly shakes her head.
“That's what I thought, now do as I say." His voice had never sounded like that before.

Anna walk slowly to him. She has never seen her father quite this angry. Standing in front of him, Anna can’t help but tremble. Domenico harshly wipes her mouth and chin with his sleeve.

“I’m sorry. Am I in trouble?” Anna asks. Domenico snorts and smirks.

“Yes Anna. You are defiantly in trouble.” He takes Anna’s hands and sees wetness on the fingers of one hand, he roughly wipes that hand as well. He drags her to her bed with him. He sits down on her bed.

“Take off your clothes.” He says in calm voice.

“Dad, I’m really sorry.” Anna tries once more to explain.

“Anna, I believe I told you to do something.” Domenico says with his head tilted to one side, looking up at her through his blond locks.

Anna slowly begins taking off her clothes, stumbling a few times. When she reaches her panties and undershirt, she stops.

“Everything, Anna”

Anna takes off the last bit of her clothes.

“You’re too old to be wearing undershirts, don’t you think Anna? You're not a little girl.” Domenico is looking at her breasts, and the slight flare of her hips. She still carries her baby fat, but it's smooth and unblemished, and her curves flow beautifully.

“I like them.” Anna says and stands in front of him, not bothering to cover herself, he has seen her naked many times before.

Domenico straightens his back, spreads his legs a bit and calls for Anna to come closer. When she is right in front of him, he tells her to lower herself on his knees, with her stomach facing the floor. She knows what is coming next, but he has never done this to her before.

As she lays down on his lap as he instructed her, she feels the heaviness of breasts. She has always been insecure of her breasts. She cups them with both of her hands.

“Don’t do that Anna.” Her father groans and she looks confused.

“Sorry, but they’re heavy.” She reluctantly releases them.

She adjusts on his lap to feel a little more comfortable. A second later she feels the first slap connect with ass. She lets out a shriek of surprise and pulls her hands behind her back, trying to protect herself. Her father takes both of her hands and holds them behind her back. She looks back at him with betrayal in her eyes.

“Anna, you know you deserve this.” He says, softly patting the place where he had slapped her.

“I’m sorry. Just stop.” Anna begs.

“No.” Is his simple answer as he continues with his assault. A few minutes pass before Anna begins to sob.

Domenico is merciless with her. Every slap is just as hard and painful as the last. Anna sobs, whimpers and begs, but he doesn’t slow down. She thinks she may hate him. She has never been in so much pain before, and never by her father's hand. She wants this to stop. She wants her father to forgive her. She didn't know it was bad...well she did, but she had never thought she would be caught. As she thinks she can feel something digging into her stomach. Anna feels a jolt run down body, a very nice jolt; like the first plunge on the roller-coaster.

“Really Anna. You have brought this onto yourself.” Her fathers voice is much deeper and darker than she remembers. Anna looks up and sees that her father’s eyes have become a very dark green. Now this was strange. Her father didn’t have green eyes. Her father has pretty, light blue eyes. Eyes filled with laughter and love. Not green ones filled...filled with something she has never seen before.

“Now Anna, you’re going to repeat after me. ‘I’m a bad girl and I deserve to be punished.’” He says as he slaps her. Anna does nothing but look down.

“Anna, I’m not hearing anything.” He gives her an extra hard slap to remind her.

“I’m a bad girl and I deserve to be punished.” Anna sobs. She buries her face in his leg. She feels ashamed for the jots, she doesn't know why, but she does.

“Good girl.” He purrs as he sharply jerks his crotch up. Anna gasps as she feels another jolt. His hand stops just as he is about to strike her.

“What is this Anna?” He asks as he slowly slips his hand between her mounds and to her slit. One of his fingers lightly touches her slit and Anna jerks toward the fingers.

“Tat, tat Anna. Be good girl and stay still.” He taunts, and gently runs his fingers down her slit. Anna feels like the jolts are centered around there and tries to push back into his fingers. He lets her do that and starts rubbing his fingers up and down in earnest, Anna likes this. She wants to see what he is doing exactly and looks back at him.

“Dad your hair…your hair is turning black.” Anna whispers in confusion. Her father looks down at her a little startled. He looks at the mirror and down again at her. His whole entire face seems t be changing very slowly. He kisses her ass very quickly and whispers, “Lets just keep this between you and I, Anna.”

He sets her down on the bed and leaves her room quickly. Anna sits on her bed for a few moments and thinks. There was an ache between her legs that she had never felt before. Slowly she puts on her clothes and leaves her room.

She sees her father in the kitchen, drinking something. Not able to look at him Anna opens the refrigerator and takes out a Coke for herself.

“Anna, why is your face so red?” A father asks in confusion and concern. “Are you sick?”

“Dad I’m really sorry. It’ll never happen again.” She takes a peek at he father. Her father has an eyebrow raised in question.

“No, no. It’s quite alright getting sick once in a while.” Her father replies innocently.

“No Dad. I meant…Weren’t you wearing something else.” Anna asks pointing at him.

Her father looks down at himself, “Nope. I was wearing this the whole day. I love this shirt. Doesn’t it just say ‘look how cute I am’.” Her father jokes, poising.

“Umm…I though you were wearing black trousers and a black shirt.” Anna asked now truly confused.

“Honey, you know that black doesn’t suit me. What do you take me for, a vampire?” Her father asks with a smile that quickly disappears. His eyes widen and he takes hold of Anna.

“Dad, are you alright?” Anna asks worriedly.

“Anna, I know this might sound strange, but was I acting a little…different today?” Her father asks.

“Well, a little.” Anna blushes as she remembers.

“What did He do to you?” Her father clutches her shoulders and shakes her.

“Dad, you’re scaring me.” Anna whimpers. Her father stops shaking her and knees in front of her.

“Oh. I’m so sorry Anna. I really didn’t mean to hurt you.” Her father says. Tears are in his eyes as he gathers her in a hug.

“I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry.” Her father says as he holds her tighter.

“Dad, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, but could you do me a small favor.” Her father looks at her, “If by any chance, I start acting a bit…out of character. Go find your mom, right away, and stay with her. Okay?”

“Okay.” Her father smiles at her and Anna smiles in return. He kisses her and asks where Christine was. Anna blushes again.

“She went home.” She whispers and hides her face in her father’s neck. Her father laughs at her childhood habit and picks he up. Anna yawns and puts her hands around her father’s neck.

“Don’t tell me you’re already tired. It’s only four in the afternoon.” Her father says. Anna nods her head and snuggles deeper into him. “Alright, I suppose a nap is in order.”

Her father carries her to her room, gently places her on her bed and covers her. He shuts her binds, gives her a last kiss and leaves.

Anna is asleep in seconds.

****

A stream of light fitted through Anna’s window. She stretched languidly and rubbed her eyes. Removing her covers, she went into the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, Anna froze.

Now she remembered.

Note from Author
Took me a while to post this, but I hope that the length makes up for it.