Night with West - I

101. Night with West

— One Year Ago—

— Before Summer Break—

🤍🖤🤍 Natalie 🤍🖤🤍

I come back home and fall into my bed, feeling drained. West wasn’t at school again. He hasn’t answered my calls. I want to visit him, to see if he is ok. But he has forbidden me from visiting him unless he tells me so.

I am feeling so anxious. It's been a few days since I saw him.

My phone vibrates next to me. I pick it up and I take a breath of relief to see it’s him.

Finally!

West: ‘I need you Nat..

West: ‘Come here by 7. Stay for the night.’

I was worried sick about him. He is fine.

I don’t know why I assume worse when he is unreachable. I will ask him why he didn’t come to school for the last few days.

I almost called CPS on him. Thank Goodness I didn’t. He wouldn’t have forgiven me.

“Child Protective services are bullshit!” He had told me last time. ”They don’t give a damn about kids like me… Let me tell you! I am too old for them… And a boy! Boys don’t need saving…”

Looks like he was just busy… or maybe in one of his moods.

Me: ‘Your father?’

West: ‘He isn’t home.’

It’s 4 in the afternoon right now.

‘Stay for the night.’

Realization makes my heart thump in anticipation. An entire night with him... It will be pure bliss. I rush to the washroom to clean myself up. Then I take out some cute clothes and undergarments to wear. I bought it a few days ago. He loves it when I dress up for him. He never admits but I see the way his eyes light up.

West: ‘Wear something easy to strip.’

I chuckle at his message.

Me: ‘Barely takes a minute to remove the jeans West..’

West: ‘Do as I say Natalie.’

Natalie?

Is he ok?

I reread his messages to interpret his mood and realize He is upset today. That’s why he needs me.

Maybe something did happen.

…….

I wear a sundress, for his easy access, and tell mom I will stay with Ira over the weekend. When I reach his house, it’s mostly dark outside. I knock on the door and glance at my watch. It’s 7:30. I am half an hour late.

He opens the door and lets me in. Lights are off and it’s gloomy inside. I am unable to make out his face.

“You are late,” he says as I put my bag on the table.

I walk towards the lamp to turn on the lights and he orders, “Don’t.”

I falter for a moment, but turn it on anyway. I want to see him.

As I turn and see his face, a sob escapes my mouth…

“West…” My voice quivers.

His face is bruised. It’s a few days old. But I can imagine how it must have looked three to four days ago. I have seen many of his bruises fade so many times I can tell how old the one on his face is.

“Not a word…” He tells me sternly. “Why are you late?”

He doesn’t want to talk today. I know fucking me is a much needed distraction for him. If sleeping with me makes him forget his problems, then be it.

It’s hard for me to see him in pain anyway.

“I left on time…” I say.

He has a lip-cut too. I blink to stop the tears from forming in my eyes. I want to touch him. Comfort him, but I know that’s not what he wants right now. He wants control. Control on someone or something.

Control makes him feel better when he is beaten and bruised by his own father.

I can give him control tonight.

Be it my body tonight.

I am ok with it.

I am ok…

“Apparently you didn’t reach here on time...” He says.

“Are you upset about it?”

“Probably…” He takes the hem of my dress to pull it over my head and throws it away.

“I can try to make you feel better.”

He walks around me to take my body in and it makes me feel nervous. He stands in front of me and studies my face as I take in his battered face. This is the first time Alfred has hit his face.

He grabs me by the shoulder and pushes me down to my knees.

“Try it.”

And I do. Everything in my control to make him feel better.

I suck and pleasure him like my life depends on it. But he doesn’t let me finish him off. He grabs my hair and pulls me up. He drags me to the kitchen and bents me over the counter and fucks me with no patience.

That’s ok.

I am ok with it..

I leave myself at his mercy. He takes me in every possible way. I feel his pent up anger and frustration when he folds my legs to my chest and thrusts into me like a jackhammer.

By the time he is done with me, my whole body is sore. He pulled my hair while riding me from behind. Choked me when he took me from the top. He made me moan and scream in pain and pleasure by squeezing my breasts. He pinched my nipples so hard that it hurt.

Eventually I lay in his bed exhausted and fall asleep. When I wake up, it’s very late at night. He is already awake using his phone.

Eventually I lay in his bed exhausted and fall asleep. When I wake up, it’s very late at night. He is already awake using his phone.

Is he feeling any better?

He didn’t remove his shirt while having sex. Probably there are some new bruises. But he wouldn’t tell me or let me see it. I swallow hard to keep my emotions in check.

“Why weren’t you at school?” I know my question could backfire tonight. But I have to know.

“I had bought a new Ice Skate shoes I needed. Apparently, I didn’t do a good job hiding it…”

“So you guys had a fight?”

He scoffs. “If it was a fair fight, I wouldn’t have bruises on my face!”

“He attacked me in my sleep.” he says bitterly.

“In your sleep?” Tears fill my eyes

“West Please! For the love of God seek some help!” I beg to him in desperation.

“Don’t start again.” He says and starts browsing his phone again. His breathing quickens and I know he is angry again.

Angry at me for bringing up this topic. Reminding him of what had happened. I turn my face away from him and try to control myself.