- JEMAYA’S POV
Jemaya’s POV
I’m drowning in the middle of the sea, but I manage to see the person who pushed me in.
So handsome, but why is he stretching his hand to save me? Didn’t he want me dead?
My mind was muddled and frozen at the same time. It felt like I was walking through a thick fog.
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A fog that was between me and the answers…
Cold. I saw a ray of light pierce through the fog and rubbed my arms.
“Achoo!” The cold became so overbearing, forcing my eyes open, and that was when I realized that I wasn’t seeing a ray of light.
Rather, it was the light bulb in the bathroom.
“That was such a weird dream,” I mumbled to myself as I got out of the water.
“The water’s freezing.” It had gone a hundred degrees lower than it was initially, and this towel wasn’t helping no matter how hard I rubbed it on my body.
Water dripped from my hair and body down to the tiles, and I had to walk carefully while drying my hair until I entered my bedroom and stepped on the rug.
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- JEMAYA’S POV
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The alarm clock on my bedside read 6:00 PM, and as if on cue, my stomach grumbled for lunch.
My mind was filled with different thoughts, mostly centered on Jake, as I found a hoodie and sweatpants to match.
‘I hope I don’t run into him,’ talking to myself had become a habit I was ready to shake off, ‘but Mom should be home already. Why didn’t she knock?’ I pondered as I pushed my door slightly open before peeking out.
No traces of Mom. But I couldn’t relax yet. I kept glancing backward at his study as I continued forward.
I needed something to fill my tummy. I patted my stomach when I ascertained that there weren’t any signs of him in the corridor and just needed to figure out how to make it to the kitchen without running into him or Mom when I heard a strange noise.
Was someone crying?
“Mom?” My voice came out softly, while my eyes kept looking around to find the source of the noise.
The living room.
I couldn’t think up a reason why my mom would be crying, and given how sour our relationship was turning out to be, I wouldn’t say I felt bad for her.
But she was still my mom.
Distracted, I trotted forward until the sounds became louder and clearer.
“Ahh… Yessir… You’re filling me up so tight.”
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“Oh please, God, yessir. Yes!”
Those weren’t tears.
Even if she was crying, it definitely wasn’t for a sad reason.
It felt like I’d walked in on an abomination. I was grateful for the fact that they had their backs turned to me, or else they’d have caught me catching them in the act.
“…Yessir! I love your cock so much.” What sort of fetish was that?
I didn’t wait to find out, neither was I curious, so I blocked my ears with my hoodie and hurried back to my room.
I’d have to starve.
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Tears of hunger pooled in my eyes. While my stomach was grumbling to be filled with food, my mom was out there in the living room getting stuffed with Jake’s dick.
It filled me with instant hate for both of them.
They could fuck each other for all I care!
“It’s no wonder she didn’t let me know she was back.”
3:00 AM
Now that I’d heard and witnessed it, I couldn’t get the scenery out of my mind, neither could I block out the noises.
“Ohh yes, crawl to me and bite as hard, or you can be a messy screamer.”
Messy screamer?
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Disgusting.
I would rather starve and read history than listen to two middle-aged people fuck with no decency. I concluded and added an extra lock to my door.
Without a phone, all I had for media access was a rickety radio I managed to salvage before we were kicked out of the house. And even still, it only ever had one channel on.
As I turned it on and banged it with my hand to pick up a signal, I thought to myself,
“Ugh. I can’t get the image of his perked ass out of my head!”
It didn’t help that they kept getting louder.
“Now I have to force myself to listen to this rickety radio while doing homework-like getting bullied at school wasn’t enough.”
I stuffed my ears with wet tissue until I could no longer hear the sound of the radio in front of me.
Then I decided to focus on reading.
Being bullied by students and teachers alike didn’t make my day any better, because it was announced that we would be having a test tomorrow.
Mr. Macroon couldn’t be bothered about the new student who couldn’t catch up with half a semester’s work in 13 hours.
I hated life.
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That was the last thing I remembered before falling asleep.
9:00 PM
And it’s fucking hot!
My eyes roamed around my ever-bright room, and I’d have thought it was still daytime if the darkness from outside wasn’ t obvious through my window.
First, I threw off my hoodie. Then I removed the swollen batteries from the radio.
It had to shut up. The wet tissues were already misplaced somewhere on the bed.
So my sweatpants went next.
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They should be done stuffing themselves already because I really needed to fill my belly.
My stomach grumbled in response as I picked a light tank top and a pair of shorts to put on.
This time, I made sure to be extra careful as I pushed my door open and peeked out through the slightest of creaks.
Having blocked my ears for as long as the wet tissues stayed, they were extra sensitive to sounds.
I stretched my ears for the longest time but didn’t pick up any “fill me up with your cock’s, so I stepped out more confidently and blindly headed for the dining room.
At this point, even if I saw them going at it again, I’d simply ignore it and focus on my food.
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- JEMAYA’S POV
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“Jemaya!” Jake’s voice suddenly called, startling me so much that my boobs almost jumped out of my tank top.
“Oh my goodness, you startled me.”
“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to.”
To start with, I wasn’t wearing a bra or any panties beneath my shorts, so being under his scrutiny as he came to my side made me feel a sense of insecurity.
Did he hate my folds?
“What do you want?” I wrapped my hands around my waist, then turned to look at the distance he just covered. “And why are you even in front of my room?” I asked, my gaze firm on his face for any signs of shyness, having just done it. He had a straight face.
“It’s past dinner time. You need to eat,” he replied calmly, like he didn’t just unleash his seeds on someone else.
It made me uncomfortable and suddenly angry again.
Not in the mood to process such negativity, I started walking.
“You don’t need to come with me. Mom could have woken
me.” I felt his stare on my back but ignored it and hastened my steps instead, only to come to a sudden stop when he asked…
“Didn’t she tell you?”
“What?” I turned around again.
“She’s staying back.” He said it so smoothly it took me a minute to process.
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“How come?!” I suddenly exclaimed as I thought back to those noises and what I saw just three hours ago.
“If she didn’t come home, then who…” I started walking again, then stopped, feeling a second round of shock.
“Why did you suddenly stop? I could have bumped into you.”
He sounded so innocent I would have convinced myself I saw wrong if I hadn’t stared and heard his voice earlier.
“It’s nothing, and stop acting like everything is fine.” I eyed him from the side.
How was he so fucking calm?!
“Why not? Is there an issue?” The way he spread his arms and furrowed his forehead, looking puzzled, was messing with me big time.
“Really?” I folded my hands across my chest, ready to
confront him. But the way he smoothly averted it gave me no
chance to.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, young lady. Let’s have dinner first.”
“What did you have for dinner?” I quickened my steps again. I needed to be far from this man.
He was too lethal.
“We are having some Thai rice, doner, and…” he went ahead to list the food we’d be having until we reached the dining table.
A feast. For just the two of us?
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bothered by that.
“It’s really just the two of us.”
“Yes. Now sit…” he commanded in a subtle tone, and I didn’t realize I had obeyed him until my ass was sat.
“Bon appétit,” he said as he passed me my cutlery and took his seat.
As if!
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