Aryn's Desire: A BOLD Security Novel (Finding Submission Book 1) by Zoey Derrick Page B
Authors: Zoey Derrick
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come out of my coming home is fighting, arguing and a very un-merry Christmas. So just let it go.”
“Alyce misses you.”
I hang my head in shame. Being kicked out didn’t bother me, ever. I knew all along that I was working my way to being kicked out for years, but Alyce was my one and only regret. I knew that if I left, she’d have no one to protect her. I knew that I couldn’t take her with me and I will never forget the day I packed my stuff per my mother’s wishes.
The only thing that came out of that whole fiasco was the fact that my stepdad decided against pressing charges against me. Everything else that came out of that day is a complete disaster.
“I know she does. If she wants to see me, she knows how to get a hold of me.”
“How do you think I got your number?”
I sigh. “She asked you to call me?” I ask, skeptically.
“Uh, no. Mom did.”
“Well, I am not coming home. I have to work.”
“Then will you come when you can?”
“No, Alyx, I won’t. There is no reason for me to come back, at least not as long as he’s around.”
Alyx doesn’t say anything for a moment. “It stopped that day.”
“I know that.”
“We’ve all forgiven him.”
“Well, good for you,” I snap. “I cannot, and never will, forgive him for what he’s done.”
“You should,” Alyx says simply.
“No, I shouldn’t and I won’t.”
It’s with that I disconnect the call. Leaving Alyx wondering what happened. I am immediately transported back to that house…
“What in the fuck are you doing?” I scream at my stepfather Jason.
“Get the fuck away from me,” he growls back at me, shoving me into the wall.
“I’m only going to ask you one more time. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing?”
“None of your fucking business,” the overweight, middle-aged dirtbag my mother married a few years ago growls at me.
“Oh, yes it is. You. Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Her.”
“Aryn, don’t,” Alyce says from the bed.
My furious eyes meet her terrified ones. Seeing the fear in her eyes sends me over the edge and sends Jason flying into Alyce’s closet doors. Rattling them and knocking them off their tracks. “Alyce, get out of here, now,” I bark.
She scurries off the bed, pulling her comforter with her. Our eyes meet as she passes me. “Thank you,” she mouths and that’s all the validation I need. I nod toward the door, telling her to get out of her bedroom.
My eyes fall back to Jason’s half naked ass as he tries to get up from the heap of doors, clothes and toys on the floor.
“You’ve messed with the wrong little girl for the last time, you sick mother-fucker.” The voice crawling out of my mouth is no longer my own and it’s like I’m possessed as I pull him off the heap and throw him against the wall.
From that day forward, once Jason was out of the hospital at least, he never touched Alyce again. What pushed my mom over the edge was the fact that Jason denied what he was doing when I beat him up. He told her that I was pissed off and that I’d said something to him that pissed him off and it went from there. Though how it all happened in Alyce’s room never seemed to be a factor for my mother. Regardless of that, my mother decided that it was more important to believe her douchebag of a husband than her own children.
After she threw me out of the house, which she’d wanted to do for a really long time, Alyce and I always found ways to stay in touch. She had a best friend that lived a few houses down from us and she would send me letters from her house and I would reply back to her at that address.
This went on for years until Alyce and I both had email and then our communications became more frequent.
Jason had stopped molesting her and I wished I’d done something sooner. Maybe then Alyce wouldn’t have the problems she has now. Because Alyce was a minor, my mother never
“Alyce misses you.”
I hang my head in shame. Being kicked out didn’t bother me, ever. I knew all along that I was working my way to being kicked out for years, but Alyce was my one and only regret. I knew that if I left, she’d have no one to protect her. I knew that I couldn’t take her with me and I will never forget the day I packed my stuff per my mother’s wishes.
The only thing that came out of that whole fiasco was the fact that my stepdad decided against pressing charges against me. Everything else that came out of that day is a complete disaster.
“I know she does. If she wants to see me, she knows how to get a hold of me.”
“How do you think I got your number?”
I sigh. “She asked you to call me?” I ask, skeptically.
“Uh, no. Mom did.”
“Well, I am not coming home. I have to work.”
“Then will you come when you can?”
“No, Alyx, I won’t. There is no reason for me to come back, at least not as long as he’s around.”
Alyx doesn’t say anything for a moment. “It stopped that day.”
“I know that.”
“We’ve all forgiven him.”
“Well, good for you,” I snap. “I cannot, and never will, forgive him for what he’s done.”
“You should,” Alyx says simply.
“No, I shouldn’t and I won’t.”
It’s with that I disconnect the call. Leaving Alyx wondering what happened. I am immediately transported back to that house…
“What in the fuck are you doing?” I scream at my stepfather Jason.
“Get the fuck away from me,” he growls back at me, shoving me into the wall.
“I’m only going to ask you one more time. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing?”
“None of your fucking business,” the overweight, middle-aged dirtbag my mother married a few years ago growls at me.
“Oh, yes it is. You. Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Her.”
“Aryn, don’t,” Alyce says from the bed.
My furious eyes meet her terrified ones. Seeing the fear in her eyes sends me over the edge and sends Jason flying into Alyce’s closet doors. Rattling them and knocking them off their tracks. “Alyce, get out of here, now,” I bark.
She scurries off the bed, pulling her comforter with her. Our eyes meet as she passes me. “Thank you,” she mouths and that’s all the validation I need. I nod toward the door, telling her to get out of her bedroom.
My eyes fall back to Jason’s half naked ass as he tries to get up from the heap of doors, clothes and toys on the floor.
“You’ve messed with the wrong little girl for the last time, you sick mother-fucker.” The voice crawling out of my mouth is no longer my own and it’s like I’m possessed as I pull him off the heap and throw him against the wall.
From that day forward, once Jason was out of the hospital at least, he never touched Alyce again. What pushed my mom over the edge was the fact that Jason denied what he was doing when I beat him up. He told her that I was pissed off and that I’d said something to him that pissed him off and it went from there. Though how it all happened in Alyce’s room never seemed to be a factor for my mother. Regardless of that, my mother decided that it was more important to believe her douchebag of a husband than her own children.
After she threw me out of the house, which she’d wanted to do for a really long time, Alyce and I always found ways to stay in touch. She had a best friend that lived a few houses down from us and she would send me letters from her house and I would reply back to her at that address.
This went on for years until Alyce and I both had email and then our communications became more frequent.
Jason had stopped molesting her and I wished I’d done something sooner. Maybe then Alyce wouldn’t have the problems she has now. Because Alyce was a minor, my mother never
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