hapter <b>253 </b>
“He texted me around eight. I wanted to delete it but something about it made me open it instead. He said that he had a bad day at school and he missed <b>talking </b>to me. When I suggested talking to you he imed that you were too busy dealing with the pedophile. He was really sweet and I wanted to talk to him. He said he would meet me at the door so I walked over to the pack house around 9:30. He showed me to his room. He locked his door and suggested that I undress. He exined that he sleeps naked to keep from overheating when he has ady over. I stripped down to my briefs when he imed <b>that </b>nothing would happen. All he wanted was to cuddle.
Weid down together and I was nearly asleep when he started touching and kissing me all over. I was nervous but there was something about it that <b>felt </b>good. At some point I ended up on my back with him on top. Everything felt good until it didn’t. I told him it hurt, that I wanted him to stop. <b>I </b>wanted <b>to </b>go home. He told me to stop my whining. He couldn’t stand it when girls whined like little babies. I begged him to just let me go home. When he moved <b>it </b>hurt even more.” She stops briefly as she starts whimpering, her tears falling steadily.
“I’m not certain when he realized that he made a mistake but suddenly he changed his mind. He told me to rx. His voice became gentle and consoling. He apologized for yelling at me and calling me a baby. That he didn’t realize how small I <b>was</b><b>. </b>He didn’t think that my small stature would make it so painful and he felt that it was best to stop. He told me to stay still because he didn’t want to hurt me more. He slowly climbed off of me, went to his bathroom and brought out some Tylenol. I woke upter freezing cold. He was sleeping with his back to me so <b>I </b>got up, put my clothes on and used his bathroom. He was wrapped up tight in his nket so I searched his room for another and I curled up on his couch for the rest of the night. We woke upte this morning<b>, </b>around eight or so. He was super nice to me. He walked me home after <b>we </b>encountered a wolf in the hallway<b>. </b><b>I </b>could tell by his scent that he wasn’t a <b>pack </b>member. Lucas walked up to him. I could tell by his face that he was afraid of Lucas before he ever hit him. I wanted to <b>say </b>something to him but all I ended up doing was giggling. I don’t even know what I found so entertaining. I think I got home around nine. My stomach was cramping badly so <b>I </b>skipped breakfast, took some Tylenol, took a shower, then went to sleep. I felt a little better when I woke up but not by much. It still hurts. <b>I </b><b>was </b>okay with <b>what </b>happened until he called on your phone.”
She takes several deep breaths trying to maintain her emotions.
“He told me everything would be okay as long as I didn’t talk about it. It was our secret. Then he called. Told me you knew. Then mom walked in while <b>I </b>was on the phone with you. Dad came home when we hung up. They’re mad at me. The only reason they didn’t spank me was because we were meeting with you. Mom said however many hits you gave me in your office I would receive at home. I’m a whore now. I don’t want to be a whore.”
She’s crying hard by the time she ends and I’m inplete shock.
“No. No Melody. Don’t ever call yourself a whore. What happened isn’t your fault.”
I speak softly near her ear as she cries into my neck. How? How could my own son be so careless? Could act with such blindness towards the danger he put Melody and how many others in? So many things are running through my head as I rock the little girl gently in my chair. I most certainly have a full te to deal with.
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