The Petrellis Daughter

Chapter 5

For 3 weeks Father doesn’t come near me. For 3 weeks I spend the majority of my time with Nathan and Peter. For 3 weeks we spend at least an hour almost every day making love to each other. The only day we don’t is on Wednesday’s. Wednesday’s stay our sibling Movie night. I think those days are what keep us sane. At first we take turns first one then the other, then occasionally I start sucking or stroking one’s cock while the other’s inside me. And close to the end of our time alone together we try it with them both inside me at the same time, one in front and one in back. I never thought I’d want that but the sensations drive us crazy. It’s never the same when we make love, never something methodic or routine. Now we have crossed every line.

My 15th birthday is only days away and I know that’s what Father is waiting for. I know that after the 18th he’ll come to me. He’ll come to claim me. I don’t know how he’ll react when he finds out what I’ve done. But I know I won’t tell him it was Nathan and Peter. I could never betray them like that. Because I know I can heal, whatever he does to me I can recover from. But if he hurt them. If he went after them it might break me.

I wake on Friday with both trepidation and excitement. Today I turn 15. But after today…after today everything changes. I know it will happen because tomorrow Mother is going on a weeklong trip. Mysterious business thing. After today I will be alone in the house with Father.

I start to think about him and how he’ll react. What he do when he finds out I’m not a virgin. What he’ll do when I tell him it was a stranger that took my virginity to keep it from him. How will he react at this open defiance?

I push those thoughts away and focus on the good of the day. We’ll be having a family lunch where I receive my more personal presents from the family. Then of course Mother has a big party planned for the evening.

She loves her parties and I secretly do too. So many interesting secrets run through people’s heads, I love ferreting them out. Picking up new languages and knowledge is fun too. With the touch of a hand I can absorb an entire language or entire subject of knowledge from people allowing me to gain skills. It’s almost like coping the knowledge from one entity to another.

At lunch I smile and laugh with my brothers and nephews as I receive their thoughtful gifts. Politely thank Father for his gift of jewelry and shopping sprees. Excitedly hug my mother as she lays out the plan for a 3 week long vacation in Europe in late spring.

As I prepare for the evening party I shiver when Father walks into my room. He closes the door behind him and walks to where I sit at my vanity. I don’t turn to face him but through the mirror give he a smile. Father’s right hand slides down from my collarbone to stoke and massage my breasts as he leans down to whisper in my ear. “Just one more night Isabelle.” He kisses my neck before placing a box on the vanities table. Straightening back up and smiles. “That’s from your mother. She wanted you to wear it at the party tonight.”

I watch until he leaves then turn my attention to the box. Carefully, slowly I open the box and gasp at what’s inside. A perfect princess tiara with what I’m sure are real diamonds. I stare at it in wonder and excitement. The party is only an hour away so snap myself out of the tiara induced coma. I pull on my dress which is a strapless purple bodice sparkling with little gems that lead down to the large, slightly puffed out skirt. The color of my dress angles from darkest purple at the top right of my bodice to sparkling white at the hem of my skirt on the left side of my body. I twirl in the mirror before quickly arranging my hair into a half up half cascading down my back hair do and place the tiara in my hair. Purple silk ribbons are also weaved through my hair to fall down my back with my curls. I apply light makeup that is purple and silver and take a moment to look myself over in the mirror. I feel like a princess and look the part too.

For just a moment I think about everything that will happen after tonight, everything that will change. But I won’t let that ruin my night. I plan to have fun and enjoy every second of the evening, savoring it and ignoring what would come when the night was over.

There is a knock at the door and Peter sticks his head inside asking. “You ready Bella?”

I turn to face him smiling. “What do you think?”

“You look stunning.” He says walking forward to kiss my check. Pulling back he smiles and jokes “Let’s not keep your subjects waiting, princess.”

The evening was wonderful. Mother had made sure to invite my friends from my many classes so for one the party wasn’t all older business and political people. We danced and joked and snuck into the champagne bottles. It was truly the most fun I had had in a long time but it was over too soon. I must have drunk a bit too much because the next thing I knew I was waking up in my bed, still in my dress, to Mother saying goodbye. When she left the room I got off the bed carefully removing my tiara before placing it inside it’s box and in a drawer in my jewelry case. Peeling myself out of the gown I hung it in my closet. I looked at the clock as I headed into the bathroom to take a shower and was amazed that I had slept until 2 in the afternoon.

Standing in the bathroom with only a towel on I wrung the water out of my hair and thought of the first non-familial kiss I had gotten. John was 17 and in my martial arts class. We had been drinking outside on the balcony and he had kissed me. It was different from Nathan and Peter’s kisses but it was still very nice. I walked into my bedroom with a smile on my face still thinking about the kiss. I froze when I saw Father standing there in his robe waiting for me. The smile died on my face as he motioned me to come to him. I felt panic rising in me but did as he wanted.

When I stood in front of him he pulled off my towel and stared at me. He removed his robe letting it fall to the floor then reached out to touch me. His hands molded to my breasts and his mouth descended on mine. When he pulled back he motioned for me to get on the bed, but I didn’t. I stared at him and knew I wouldn’t be able to stand his attempts at tenderness. I opened my mouth and told him the last thing he wanted to hear. “I’m not a virgin!”

Father’s eye flared with anger. “What? Little bitch.” He back handed me sending me crashing into the bed.

I stood up and looked at him. “I gave my virginity to a stranger.”

“That was mine! How dare you give it to someone else! You dirty slut!” Father yelled as he hit me. Although the first blow had been to my face all the others were directed to my chest, stomach, back and legs. He may have been angry but he knew better then to hit my face. He didn’t stop hitting and kicking me until I was lying on the ground crumpled up in pain. Then he pushed me onto my back and roughly spread my legs. Father slammed his cock into me hard making me scream in pain. He kept calling me bitch and slut and whore as he raped me, pounding into me hard and fast until he stiffened and spilled inside me. Father picks me up and tosses me on to the bed. I try to crawl away but he grabs me around the waist and pulls me to him. He parts my legs and slams into me. When I scream in pain he just laughs and pounds into me harder. He stiffens and spills inside me before collapsing on top of me. When I try to squirm away he just grabs me and starts again.

That’s how I spent the day after my 15th birthday. Father would beat me, rape me harshly and then start all over again. He was cruel and rough twisting me in different ways, slamming into me hard and mercilessly. When he got hungry he dragged me downstairs to the kitchen and made me fix him some food. When I wasn’t quick enough he slashed my stomach and back with a knife, leaving two bleeding cuts. Then after he had finished eating he slammed me over the counter and pounded into me from behind. Then he moved us into his office, shoving me up against a wall and slamming me into it as he pounded into me. The rapes and beatings didn’t stop until almost midnight when finally exhausted Father had fallen asleep on his couch.

I knew I was badly hurt but I didn’t let my body heal itself. I didn’t know how I’d explain it without Father realizing I had powers. The majority of my body was covered in bruises, my left ankle sprained and at least one of my ribs was broken. The cuts had bleed profusely and I was bleeding badly between my legs. I crawled out of the room and into the hallway grabbing the phone. Knowing Peter was closer I dialed him first and was ecstatic when he answered. “Peter I need you to come over right now. And I need you to bring a first aid kit. Please hurry.” I knew Peter would call Nathan and they would save me. They always did.

Ten minutes later Peter was bursting through the front door. I saw him and called to him weakly. When he saw me and my wounds his face held to emotions fury and worry. Nathan was right behind him and he had the same face. I looked up at them and smiled. “Now that you two are here I’ll be ok.”

“God Bella what did he do to you?” Peter said as he looked over my wounds.

“I said something that made him mad and he went a little crazy. Help me up.” I grimace as I stand up and lean against Peter. “I really need to take a shower or a bath.”

When I tried to take a step I nearly fainted from the pain. Nathan swept me into his arms and carried me up the stairs. Peter rushed ahead of us and started the water in my bathtub. Nathan set me down into the tub carefully. The water felt both painful and wonderful as it hit my skin. I relaxed in the water for the next few minutes as it fills the tub.

As Peter turns off the water Nathan rolls up his sleeves and grabs a washcloth. Nathan wets it before lathering it with soap. He begins at my feet washing, scrubbing the feel of Father off me. Peter pours water over my head and begins washing my hair. Peter keep filling up fresh water and pouring it over my head while Nathan scrubs me with the soap. It doesn’t really get me clean since my stomach and back wound turn the water bloody but it purges the feeling of HIS touch.

They drain the tub and fill it halfway before cleaning the blood off me. Nathan holds me as Peter towels me off. Then Peter turns his attention to my wounds. They move me into the bedroom and lay me across the bed. Silently I thank god that Mother goes all out, having given Peter a first aid kit that was almost a mini-hospital. He gives me a shot before beginning. Nathan brings over a lamp to give Peter light as Peter begins stitching up my stomach wound. Luckily it’s not that long or too deep. When he’s finished he places a bandage over it and turns me onto my stomach. The back wound is a little longer so it takes more time and stitches. He places a bandage over this wound then turns me over again to look at my face. My lip is split and my jaw swollen but nothing is broken. I sit up and Nathan gives me his shirt to wear.

I’m exhausted but I can’t sleep until I’ve ripped the comforter and sheets from the bed and burn them in the fireplace. When I’m done Peter carries me to Nathan’s room and we crawl into bed together after Nathan makes sure to lock and bar the door. I fall asleep safe in their arms.