Ruin Me,King Owen

Arita POV

My boyfriend's eighteenth birthday is today. He had told me he had no plan of celebrating it since it falls on the same day his parents died in a ghostly accident.

It has always been like that, not celebrating his birthday. But today I wanted to make it different. I planned to surprise him,to make this birthday a memorable one for him. I had saved some amount of money that would be enough to get him some gifts.

In a joyous mood, I boarded a cab going to the next neighborhood, his house. The place wasn't that far but it wasn't trekable either.

When I got to my boyfriend's house, which was supposed to be as silent as a graveyard, I met something else. The compound was bubbling with high hip hop music, with crowds rocking and dancing to the beat of the music.

I stopped, staring at everything, the glittering lights at the front of the house, arranged chairs, and lots of people.

My breath froze. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Was I in the wrong house?" I questioned.

My legs dragged their way inside his house, my eyes taking in every decorated angle with disbelief. This wasn't an impromptu party. It was a planned one, for it takes days for these decorations to be fixed.

At the living room, there were boys and girls exactly my age, some kissing, others stroking the cock of their guy, a few giving blow jobs, and at the far corner were two ladies sucking on each other's pussy.

My pussy tingled at the sight of everything, forgetting that I was here to look for my boyfriend.

My boyfriend has always behaved too holy. Seeing these people here made me wonder who he truly is.

I moved further away from the living room and when I was just a few distances to his room, I heard a loud moan coming from inside, making me stop to listen.

"Fuck me Ray."

"Fuck my pussy till it gets sour."

"Spank my ass daddy."

Ray is my boyfriend of two years and there is no way he is the same person banging another girl.

I instantly ran to the door. It was wide open and just like I had heard, my boyfriend was fucking a red haired lady from the back.

He folded her hands to her back while his dick moved faster in her opening.

No one noticed at first that I was in the room as they were too engrossed in their sexual satisfaction. The red haired lady kept screaming and moaning out loud.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Ray, the same guy who never touched me, the same guy who had told me he wasn't in a haste to have sex. Even when I felt the urge to be touched by a guy, he always turned me down, and now he is here fucking another lady like he was a pornstar.

I dropped the gift I was holding mistakenly, drawing their attention to me.

He stared at me with no remorse. He withdrew his dick from her hole. I thought he was coming to apologize, that it was the devil's work, but none of that happened.

His dick went into the red haired girl just like it had cane out. He fucked her while looking at me,spanking her ass and touching her lnipple at the same time.

Angrily, I grabbed the red haired girl by the hair, yanking her off his dick.

"Leave me alone bitch," the girl screamed, but I didn't let go.

Ray stood up from the bed, his dick dangling as he walked to where I stood. He grabbed my hand, loosened my grip, freeing her.

"You can go," he instructed the girl while I watched her pack her clothes hurriedly.

"You disgust me Ray," I screamed with every hurt and pain in me.

He chuckled, making me wonder what was funny. "If anyone is to talk of disgust, it should be me. Have you ever checked yourself in the mirror and seen how ugly you look? You look like the ugliest thing on earth."

Tears rolled down my eyes as those hurtful words left his mouth. This same boy had been the only one I loved, the only one I believed loved me among my peers.

I am Arita Miles, the ugly girl with big pus on her face. I didn't choose to be born this way. It wasn't my fault. Why did everyone blame me for this face I never asked for?

"You said you loved me regardless of my face," I reminded him, more tears rolling out of my eyes.

"Well, that love broke the moment you disobeyed me and came to my house on my birthday. Do you want my friends laughing at me, that I have an ugly girl as a girlfriend?"

"I'm sorry. I promise I won't go out till they leave," I begged even though I wasn't wrong.

He yanked my hand off him and walked out of my sight.

No, I can't lose him. He is the only one that made me have hope that I can be loved. I rushed to him, grabbed his legs, and pleaded again. "Please, I promise to always obey you."

"Then get out of my sight," he said, pushing me to the floor.

I stood up again and took the gift that had fallen from my hands. "Ray, I got you this," I shouted so he could hear me as he was just about leaving.

He turned. "Place it on the table and get out," he said with all cruelty.

I smiled. At least he collected my gift. Maybe he is just mad.

I will leave and come back later.

My hands placed the gift on the table with a little note.

I stepped out of his room, ready to leave for my house, but everyone that didn't notice my presence when I walked in earlier were all staring at me.

I saw the red haired girl pointing at me. I guessed she might have explained what happened.

Everyone's faces curled up in disgust, as if I was some plague they should all stay away from.

"Where do you know this ugly duckling Ray?" the boy in white said, making everyone roll out with laughter.

"At the trash can, I guess," one of the lesbian ladies added.

Everyone laughed again.

I ran outside. I couldn't bear their hurtful words again. It hurt so bad.

I ran my way home, not caring how far the distance was. It was as if heaven was against me. The rain started pouring heavily, drenching me as I cried my way home.

My clothes were soaked with rainwater when I got home. I was already shivering.

I stepped inside, pulled off my clothes, and stood in front of the mirror, staring at my naked self.

I wasn't endowed with beauty but have big boobs and a big butt, but putting on big clothes has always covered my shape. I touched my boobs that were as cold as eyes,I needed to feel warm.

The only way I can achieve that is by doing what I know best to do.

Arita's POV

My hands bolted the door, not wanting mom to walk in and catch me touching myself. She is so fond of coming to my room without knocking.

I bent underneath my bed, bringing out the sex toy I had neatly placed there. It took me ages to get this one because I was barely given money. I understand the situation, mom is trying her best. It's not easy working four jobs just to pay the bills, so I decided to work in a store that isn't far from home just to gather money for this sex toy and Ray's birthday gift.

I am still a virgin, but I have masturbated countless times that I couldn't keep count of. Lately I discovered I have a high libido. My urges for sex immensely increased, making me touch myself when I am alone. My habit of reading porn related novels also contributes to my urges.

I lay on the bed gently, holding the dildo in my hands. My other hand roamed my body, trying to find that sensitive spot that would awaken my urges.

It didn't take much time before those urges awakened. My body became a little warm, with pleasure running through the nerves of my body.

My mouth let out a soft moan as I couldn't contain what I was feeling, but this felt so good.

I grabbed my boobs softly, fixed the dildo in my mouth while I sucked on it. I pinched my nipple, making my pussy wet with warm liquid.

My hands moved slowly to my pussy, my mind remembering how one of the characters in my current novel touched herself. I imagined her touching me, making my body vibrate at the thought.

My hand rubbed my clit slowly and steadily, making me release more juice.

I licked the wetness, tasting myself. It tasted salty and creamy but extremely satisfying.

My hand found its way back to my pubic area, but this time my finger went in. It was one finger at first, then two, and before I knew it I had three fingers in my opening.

I felt full.

I moved slowly in my pussy, thrusting my fingers more deeply in my hole.

Everything felt right, me touching myself, feeling this way and not bothered about the problems of the world. For the first time I felt happy and forgot how badly I was treated by my folks.

I removed my fingers and widened my legs apart as I was ready to insert the dildo into my dripping pussy.

My hands rubbed on the sex toy as I applied the lubricant that came with it. It would make the dildo slimy and easier for penetration since this was my first time.

I adjusted myself, positioned the dildo on my clit. With a little push, I tried to push it in but it slipped away from my clit.

I tried again, and it was at the fourth attempt that it went in.

The walls of my pussy widened as it accepted the dildo. I felt something break in me, like a sharp cut. It felt painful at first, but as I continued moving the dildo, it became less painful.

When I felt the pain had subsided, my pace increased. The dildo thrust in and out of my pussy.

I felt full, felt good, felt satisfied.

I withdrew the dildo from my opening, licked it, and slid it back to where it belonged, my pussy.

This time the thrust lasted longer before I felt my body tense, making me release more fluid.

I got up to clean up as it was almost time for mom to close from work as I wouldn't want her to perceive any odd smell in my room when sge walked in.

I walked into the bathroom, my ass flipping left and right as I walked.

The warm water calmed my tensed muscles, making me close my eyes at the feeling.

I washed the dildo and arranged it back in the box before pushing it underneath my bed.

I fixed my bed and lay down afterward, feeling light and at the same time weak.

The knock on the door woke me up,I had slept off while laying down earlier. That must be mom, she was back from her cleaning work.

Lazily, I stood up to unlock the door. I gave her a hug while she pecked my forehead.

"Dinner is ready, come and eat."

"So fast," I said, looking at her suspiciously because there was no way she would make dinner when she just came back.

"Hmm, you slept for a long time and forgot it was 8 pm already."

"Eight pm," I screamed. I had slept at exactly five pm and now it was 8 pm. How time flies.

I followed mom to the living room. There was no dining area as the house was a small one, the type we could afford. We improvised by eating in the living room.

When I stepped into the living room, it was filled with the aroma of delicious food coming from the kitchen. I sniffed again, my tongue already salivating. Mom is a good cook.

I sat on the chair while she dished the food into a plate and gave me my portion. I finished the food in no time and cleaned the plate.

In the kitchen, I noticed a flyer beside her bag. She must have come to the kitchen immediately when she got home.

"Mom, what's this?" I asked, walking out of the kitchen.

"A colleague of mine was explaining things about the school. She forgot the flyer with me."

"Is this not Verity Academy?" I asked.

"Yes. She said they are offering two student scholarships."

"You are right, mom. They do that every year. I don't know if their scholarship form is out. It's a good thing your friend forgot this flyer with you."

"I will search it online and apply. That way I will ease your burden of paying my school fees for college ."

"You are such a good child, always finding every way to be supportive," mother complimented.

We said some prayers before I retired back to my room. I did some research about Verity Academy. Thank God I did, the form is scheduled to close in two days.

I applied on the portal and was asked to come to the school in one week time for the scholarship examination.

I lay on the bed and couldn't sleep. My mind went to Ray. He hadn't called since I left his place.

I waited for hours, waiting for him to tell me he was sorry, but my phone didn't even beep,then I dozed off in the wonderland.

Arita's POV

I woke up very early the next day as it was the weekend. Weekend means rest in most homes, days families get to stay at home with their family and have fun, but in mine it means loneliness for me and more work for Mom as she does her cleaning job on weekends.

Most wealthy people hire cleaners to clean their homes during the week. Mom had a few houses she usually cleaned during the week. Most times she comes home late and drained as she takes more jobs than she can handle.

I decided to follow her today. Although she always declined, her reason was that she wanted me to focus more on my books, but she didn't argue today. Maybe she saw the little spark of sadness in my eyes.

I am sad, hurt, and trying to get my mind occupied. Ray hasn't given me a call. I tried calling in the middle of the night as I couldn't get my mind off him, but his line wasn't going through, and when I messaged him, he insulted the daylight out of me and blocked me from all his social platforms.

A busy day is the best way to keep my mind off all this.

My hand adjusted the bag straps that contained the cleaning tools we would be needing in the house. My legs moved fast to keep up with Mom's pace. She walked very fast, and I was almost running behind her.

She boarded a car heading to the address that was forwarded to her.

The driver announced our arrival, making me peep from the car window. My jaw dropped at the magnificent building I was staring at. It was a good depiction of heaven on earth. Every decor was sparkling and screaming wealth.

I stepped down and moved gently on the hard floor that was shining like a polished shoe as I was afraid my shoes would stain the floor.

"This is so beautiful, Mom," I exclaimed, as I couldn't hide my excitement.

"Yes it is, Arita. Someday we will live somewhere as beautiful as this, but for now we need to work."

I nodded. She is right. We are here to work and not stand and admire the house all day.

The security let us in after Mom had some words with him.

We got to work immediately we stepped in, cleaning and rearranging some scattered stuff.

The living room wasn't that dirty. It was just a little dusty, which was cleaned up in no time. We moved upstairs to clean the rooms. Mom took over the cleaning of the rooms while I assisted.

Getting myself busy kind of worked as I didn't think about Ray until my eyes caught a small frame by the bedside of the room I was cleaning.

In the frame is a picture of a pretty girl with a guy. They both look like lovebirds as they were almost kissing in the picture.

The moment I saw the picture, every memory of Ray flashed through my brain. I lost concentration as my body became stiff like a statue, staring into space.

"What are you doing?" a sharp unfamiliar voice resonated from the doorway.

I turned hurriedly towards the direction of the voice, but my silly and clumsy self mistakenly made me flip the frame from the stand, and before I could catch it, it landed on the hard floor, breaking into pieces I couldn't fix together.

"No, no," I cried, gathering all the broken glass together. The sharp piece pierced my pinky finger, making me flinch in pain.

"You wretched being," the lady who was on the frame zoomed angrily to where I had bent, hands grabbing my hair while she cursed at me. Apparently, she had been the one who spoke earlier.

I lifted my head up in tears, regret written all over my face.

"Please," I begged with all the energy I had left as I was already tired because of the cleaning.

The pretty lady, whose name I later knew to be Caira, wasn't having any of it.

She tightened her hands around my hair and dragged me out of the place I had bent.

"You ugly thing, what are you doing in my room, bitch?" she shouted, her face curled up with disgust.

Her scream was so loud that it drew attention. Mom came running towards where I was with two other elderly people of about the same age as Mom.

The two elders were clothed in branded clothes that screamed luxury. Without being told, I knew they were her parents.

"Princess, what's with the fuss?" her mom inquired.

"This thing broke my frame with Max. I saw her in my room touching my stuff," she yelled, her voice too rude and loud.

Her mom turned to me with disgust written all over her face. She shifted backward like I was some sort of disease.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"She is my daughter," Mom stepped in, her hands shifting me to her side. "Miss Caira, apologies for the broken frame. Can I know how much it cost so I can fix it?"

"It costs a lot that your entire generation, if you work, can't amount to the cost," she yelled.

I frowned. Caira is so rude, my blood boils as she speaks to Mom.

"Eva, you can leave with your daughter," Caira's father instructed, taking me by surprise as he was so different from his family.

Mom bowed softly and grabbed my hand outside.

The ride home was silent. Mom hasn't spoken a word to me since we left the mansion. I felt so guilty for what I did.

"Mom, I'm..." I was still talking when she cut me off.

"It's not your fault. Mistakes happen," she replied.

Mom sighed. "The landlord will have us thrown out on the street if we don't pay the rent by tomorrow," she voiced out.

At that moment I knew it wasn't because I broke the frame that bothered her. It wasn't because she lost her job either. It was because she wasn't paid for the job she thought she might use to pay for the rent.

Of everything that happened, Mom still fixed us something to eat.

I watched as she ate slowly, eyes filled with worry.

Just when I was about to clear the dish, my phone buzzed at the same time as Mom's phone.