FALLING FOR MY BOYFRIEND'S DAD

ALYSSA'S POV

"You stupid bitch! You're so fucking useless!" Miranda yelled as she raised her hand high above her head and slapped me hard.

My head whipped to the side, a loud crack echoing through the room. I fell hard to the ground and grabbed my head.

I felt like my head was about to explode or fall off my neck. I looked up at her through tear filled eyes.

Shock and pain had me frozen to the ground. I couldn't believe she raised her hand on me for the first time ever.

She used to be so kind, loving and the sweetest person I ever met. She never made me feel like my mother was truly gone.

She would always sing me a lullaby when I was having a nightmare and having a hard time falling asleep.

Had that all been an act? Was she only pretending? And why? What for?

"Mom..." I called out weakly, my voice filled with pain as I stared up at her, my eyes pleading with her.

She glared at me and leaning down she grabbed me up by the hair and pulled me up roughly.

"Don't you ever call me your mom, you stupid thing. Your mom is rotting in her grave." She spat.

I gasped, my eyes widening in disbelief. How could she say that to me?

She had never said anything painful to me...how could...

Before I could process anything else, she pushed me to the floor again.

She pointed a finger at me, her eyes burning with anger and hatred.

"You'll have to work to pay me for taking care of your orphan ass. Your father left nothing behind." She said.

I frowned as I tried to get up, "But Dad always talked about leaving me a trust fund..."

She lashed out with her leg and kicked me aggressively. The kick landed on my stomach and I screamed in pain.

But she didn't stop, she kept kicking me, until I was barely conscious.

"Are you calling me a liar, you useless orphan? You better find something to do or I'll kick you out!" She yelled.

But her voice sounded faraway as I was slowly losing consciousness.

As my eyes fluttered close, I wondered if this was the end.

'Mom, Dad...why would you leave me?' The final thought in my head as I passed out.

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That was years ago. I was only fifteen when my stepmom turned on me and made my life a living nightmare.

My father's death was still very much fresh in my head when I was tossed into the cold hands of the world.

My name is Alyssa Brown and this is my story.

PRESENT DAY

I groaned as I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I stretched lazily as I reached for the table and put the alarm off.

I rolled out of bed and landed on the floor with a thud.

"Ouch." I moaned as I pulled myself up as slowly as I could. My muscles ached and my bones screamed with every step I took.

Yesterday's shift had been punishing. I was on my feet for several hours stretch, serving tables.

Apparently, some event took place around there and the organizers fucked up and guests had to find a way to get fed.

Well, good for us then...I mean our manager. Greedy little thing he was.

I dragged my feet to the bathroom to shower. I groaned as I ran my hands through my hair.

The thought of washing my hair was agonizing. I've always had annoyingly long hair.

It stopped a little past my waist and I didn't like how dark it was either. But I kept cutting it and kept growing out way too fast.

I hated my hair, period. Brittany on the other hand always said she would kill to have my hair.

Why? Because she thought it was fun because during sex, having really long hair for the guy to pull on was sexy.

I chuckled now as I remembered her. Brittany was definitely crazy but I loved her all the same.

Without her, I never would have been able to survive for as long as I had.

After about an hour, I was done, even with my dress. I had nothing nice, courtesy of Miranda so I don't bother about dressing up nicely.

I threw on a faded shirt and loose pants and black boots. I stared down at the boots that I've been with for years and bit down on my lips.

I couldn't buy anything new without Miranda taking them away. I forced a smile as I determined not to let anything ruin my day today.

I was officially starting college today after fighting to convince Miranda for months.

Starting college was literally the best thing that could happen to me and no matter what happened now, I could work harder towards a better life for myself.

I could finally pay Miranda off and leave this house for good.

It no longer held any good memories for me. My parents died here and my stepmom turned against me.

And my life and joy was stolen completely from me, shattering whatever shred of peace and quiet left in me.

I shook my head to dispel the thought. Not today...I couldn't let myself remember that incident...that dreadful memory...

"Today's a good day." I repeated in a whisper as I forced a smile at my reflection.

I went to my closet and grabbed my worn out bag, the one I wore to work.

I had nothing else. It would have to do. I had to go to the restaurant after classes.

Thankfully, I had no deliveries for cupcakes today. Today would definitely be hectic.

After grabbing all the essentials, I left my room making sure to lock the door and leave with the key.

As I walked past Miranda's door, I heard a man's voice and scoffed.

Of course, she brought a man over last night. I halted suddenly in my steps.

That voice...all the blood drained from my face and my breath caught in my throat.

It was him. I never thought I would hear that voice again.

It's been two years but the voice still haunted my dreams. His breath, his cruel laughter, his...his...hands...

Oh God no! My knees started to buckle underneath me and I stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

Suddenly, the door started to open and the creak of the door snapped me out of my shock.

No, I couldn't face him... I couldn't let him see me...I wasn't ready.

As I ran out of the house and out of the door, tears falling down my cheeks, I realized.

I could never outrun my demons. I could never rid myself of the prints of humiliation and shame stamped boldly on my skin.

The only relief was, I was the only one who saw them. And I would make sure no one ever did.

ALYSSA'S POV

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I smiled as I stopped in front of Logan's door. I was sure he would be happy to see me.

I haven't seen Logan in weeks, even though we attended the same college.

He has been busy with classes because of his demanding course. He was pursuing a degree in medicine and I couldn't have been more proud.

Logan had never invited me to his house but I got his address and decided to surprise him.

I was also a little worried as he hadn't been picking my calls or replying my texts.

I would finally see him after such a long time. I knocked slowly on the door but the door was open.

Surprised, I pushed the door open all the way in and walked in. The house was quiet and the living room was empty.

There were empty glasses of wine scattered on the table and empty plates.

Did someone visit him? Where were they then?

I looked around admiring his living room. From what I was seeing, Logan was rich.

I never got the impression. I always thought he was comfortable but not this rich.

He had gotten me a simple necklace for my birthday a few months ago and barely gave me gifts because he complained about not having enough money.

But I didn't mind. I couldn't keep any expensive gifts anyway because Miranda would take them from me.

But it seemed like he actually was doing well.

'It's just nice decor, Alyssa. It doesn't mean anything.'

I turned as I heard voices from the room. I paused and smiled. Was he on the phone?

Oh, I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he...

I halted at the door, my breath caught in my throat as I pressed my ears against the door.

I thought I could hear a lady's voice too. No way, Logan would never cheat on me...

Yeah, he could be mean and he hit me a few times in the past but he loved me.

Despite knowing...he loved me. No man would ever love me the way he did.

I pushed the door open with a big smile on my face and the smile died as I witnessed the scene in front of me.

Logan was naked in bed with another girl. She was riding him and he looked like he was enjoying it way too much.

He didn't even look that satisfied with me. But what hurt the most?

The girl fucking my boyfriend, was none other than my best friend, Tricia.

And they looked like they were enjoying themselves way too much.

They both turned and saw me and Logan sneered at me and Tricia winked at me.

They didn't care that I caught them. Oh my God. My eyes widened to the size of saucers and my knees turned weak as I watched them, my eyes filling with tears.

Tricia kept her eyes on me as she increased her pace fucking Logan with loud slutty moans.

Logan grabbed her waist as he ground himself against her, groaning in pleasure as if they were putting on a show for me.

"What are you doing?" I managed to ask, my voice coming out a whisper instead of a shout.

Tears were falling down my cheeks now as I stood there, watching my best friend fuck my boyfriend, mocking me with their eyes and moaning.

They didn't stop until they orgasmed. They kissed passionately as my heart broke into several tiny pieces.

And still I could do was stand there and watch them.

"How could you do this to me? How could you Tricia? What kind of friend are you?"

I yelled, finding my voice at some point. Tricia grabbed the bed covers and wrapped them around her.

She walked over to me while Logan sat on the bed going through his phone.

Pain and shame twisted my heart, as I stared at my unconcerned boyfriend.

He didn't care that I caught him.

Before I could make sense of anything else, Tricia walked over to me and slapped me hard across the face.

She slapped me several times that Iost count and then she pushed me to the ground and started to kick me.

She only stopped when Logan looked up from his phone with a chuckle.

"That's enough, Tricia. I think she's learnt her lesson." He sneered.

I sat on the floor, stupefied as tears ran down my eyes and my nose ran with snot.

I caught my boyfriend in bed with my best friend, I should be the angry one but instead I get beaten by my so called best friend?

I glared up at Tricia as I tried to talk through the tears.

"How could you do this to me? You're my best friend!" I cried.

She gasped, her eyes shining with mockery.

"I'm really sorry, Ally. But Logan's cock is so huge and he sure knows how to fuck." She said in a dreamy voice and she and Logan burst into laughter.

I stared at them in shock and pain.

How did I not see it before now? Logan didn't care about me...and Tricia...she always wanted him.

She was always praising Logan and kept advising me to give him a chance.

"And Logan says you're boring in bed. You were never supposed to find out but then you barged in just now..."

Tricia scoffed and kicked me again.

"That's what you get for barging on us." She sneered.

I tried to stand but she pushed me down again making me hit my head against the door.

My vision blurred and I felt a sharp pain in my head. I shook my head and held out my hand to Logan.

"Logan...please, she's hurting me. I... I just wanted to surprise you." I cried out.

Logan let out a sigh and started to walk towards me.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me up, as he stared into my eyes, while his hands caressed my hair.

I smiled up at him. I knew he cared about me. Yeah, he cheated on me but I was sure Tricia was at fault here.

She must have... I let out a scream as Logan slammed my head against the door.

My hands flew to my forehead and I saw the blood.

I looked up at Logan in horror. Tricia was laughing.

"Logan..." I gasped, unable to believe he just hit me.

He grabbed my hair and sneered at me.

"Didn't I warn you about visiting my place? How dare you barge in here, you dirty little slut!" He spat.

My eyes glazed over and I almost passed out, my head was hammering painfully.

"How...how...could you...you...I can't..." Trailing off, with my last strength, I dragged my hair out of his hands.

"I'm breaking up with you. Enjoy your little affair with Tricia." I spat.

I have no idea where I got the courage to say the words I should have said to him months ago.

From the first time he raised his hands on me...

But it wasn't too late. I never wanted to see him again.

I turned to walk out the door and his next words stopped me in my tracks, as my breath seized.

"If you do that, I'll tell everyone your little secret, you dirty slut."

I turned to look at him, the look in his eyes telling me he was serious.

No, no, no. No one could ever find out about that. I made the biggest mistake ever telling Logan but I would die before I let anyone find out.

No one could find out Logan was right. That I had been nothing but a slut once.

ALYSSA'S POV

I stared at Logan, my chest burning with shame and regret, tears running down my eyes.

How could he do this to me? I thought he loved me?

He smirked at me and he ran his hands through my hair.

"I thought so." He said with a sneer as he tugged on my hair and pulled me towards him.

He tried to kiss me but I averted my face. No way I'll let him kiss me with the same lips he had kissed Tricia with.

But he slammed my head against the door again, and I burst into tears.

This time, I didn't resist when he tried to kiss me.

He grinned at me while shame and anger burned through my chest.

How could he do this to me? My eyes fell on Tricia who was watching us, with a mocking smile.

"Just let me go, Logan." I cried.

He kissed me again as his hands traveled up and squeezed my boobs.

He pulled away, his hands still on my boobs, disgust rolled through me as he stared down at me.

"You're never getting rid of me. You belong to me. No man wants damaged goods, Alyssa. I'm the only one who loves you." He whispered.

A broken sob escaped me as his words sank into my brain.

Oh God.

"Do you understand?" He asked with a whisper.

I nodded, my throat bobbing as I forced back tears.

He was right. No one would want someone like me. Logan was the only one who loved me.

I had always known that. But...why did he have to cheat on me? Why?

And why with Tricia? It could have been any other girl and I wouldn't be mad.

He could get any girl he wanted and he was doing me a favour being with me, but why Tricia.

"Good. Now, strip." I heard him say and I whipped my head up to stare at him, hoping I heard wrong.

His eyes were pinned on me, as they shone with something dark.

"What?" I choked out.

"Did I stutter, slut?" He snarled as he grabbed hold of my hair.

Afraid that I wouldn't be able to take another hit to the head, I nodded rapidly and screamed.

"I'll do it!"

Tricia laughed and I glared at her but she was looking at Logan.

"What are you planning, you sicko?" She asked with a chuckle.

He licked his lips as he watched me.

"I just want to have fun with her. Just to make sure she never forgets she's nothing but a slut."

My eyes widened as I saw the look in his eyes.

Was he going to have sex with me in front of Tricia? Would he really humiliate me like that?

My hands trembled as I took off my clothes slowly until I was standing naked in front of them.

"Damn, Ally. Didn't think you were this hot. You have a smoking body." Tricia exclaimed and I glared at her.

The look in her eyes made my breath hitch. Why was she looking at me like that?

No way...she couldn't be...I screamed and stumbled backwards when she reached out and squeezed my boobs.

"What...what are you doing?" I screamed in horror.

Was Tricia into girls too? No no! What were they planning to do with me?

Trica's eyes had darkened with lust as she stared at me.

"Can I play with her too, Logan?" She asked.

I turned to Logan as I covered myself with my hands and pleaded with him.

"No, I'll do everything you want please but...but don't let her touch me." I cried.

Tricia laughed.

"Oh, but honey you don't have a choice." She walked closer to me and pinned me against the door.

Her eyes bored into mine and she put her hand under my chin.

"We're best friends, Ally. It's not wrong if we do this. You'll like it." She whispered.

Tears fell down my eyes as I waited for Logan to stop her but he didn't.

Her hands grabbed my breasts and squeezed hard and I gasped, my leg buckling.

I whimpered as her hands massaged my breasts and I felt disgusted with myself.

Not because I was enjoying it, but because I didn't necessarily dislike it.

Her eyes were wide with pleasure and awe as she touched me.

"I've thought of touching you like this since the day I walked in on you in the bathroom and saw how big your boobs were." She laughed when I gasped in shock.

She's been attracted to me for that long? The time she was talking about was that one time I invited her and Brittany over for a sleepover.

Miranda was away with another one of her boyfriends and we had the house to ourselves.

I had another one of my nightmares and I was taking a shower in the middle of the night when she stumbled in not realizing I was in there.

That had been several months ago. But thinking back...her reaction had been off.

I had to call out to her several times before she stopped staring at my boobs and ran out of the bathroom.

Her hands on my boobs were starting to get warmer and so was my body.

No, no...I couldn't be enjoying this, I wasn't into girls...

A moan escaped my lips unconsciously as she closed her lips over my nipple.

I gasped, realizing what I had done and Logan laughed and moved towards me too.

He pulled my other nipple into his mouth, standing beside Tricia as they sucked my boobs.

Oh God. I was...I couldn't...take...Another moan escaped my lips as I got wet in an instant.

Tricia slipped two fingers into my pussy and started to touch me.

I knew it was her because her other hand disappeared from around my waist.

Shame, and self loathing washed over me as they both played with me like they said.

I felt even more horrible because at some point, I forgot where I was and started to enjoy it.

Like the slut I was. Just like Logan said.

"God, you have anime sized breasts, Ally. I'm so jealous." Tricia whined as she raised her head and kissed me.

I let her kiss me, but I didn't kiss her back. I didn't like her kissing me, but I didn't hate it either.

I wanted Logan to kiss me. He was my boyfriend after all. If they were going to play with me, they could at least do it right, right?

When she pulled away, Logan kissed me and I kissed him back, my heart soaring for a while.

At least he still wanted me...even if I was boring in bed. Take that, Tricia.

When he pulled away, he glared at me.

"On your knees." He ordered. I went on my knees as quickly as I could and I barely prepared myself before he was slamming his cock into my mouth.

He fucked my mouth so hard I was sure it ripped open at some point while Tricia sat on the floor touching herself and watching us.

When he orgasmed, they made me eat Tricia out while Logan fucked me from behind.

They both had their fun with me and when they were done, they kicked me out into the streets, my clothes ripped and barely on me, and my body battered and broken.

And to make sure I never left or told anyone what happened, Logan had everything recorded.

And now he had pictures of me and videos of me having sex with both of them.

He promised to release them _ making sure only my face was visible in the video _ if I ever thought of doing anything funny.

But how could I? I was powerless. I was weak, just as I was when my parents died.

When my stepmom turned on me and when I became a slut and my life was stolen from me.

My life was useless thanks to Logan, until I met him. A stranger in the night.

As I ran out of Logan's house, and into the streets, I was prepared to end it all.

Until I got hit by his car. He came into my life a stranger but he ended up changing my life in ways I never would have imagined.

His name was Adrian and he was the only man who would ever love me.