LEILA

LEILA'S POV

So this is how my life ends huh? Leila thought as life seemed to be escaping her body as she lay down on the road side. My kids, my husband, why does life has to be this cruel. From one misery to another. I could still remember how he started it. I was 8, just 8 years old when I lost my father and moved in with Philip, my mother's boyfriend. I was a huge and chubby kid so when I turned 9, my breasts had already started sprouting when he noticed them and that was when the nightmare began.

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"It's alright Leila, Philip loves me so he'd accept you okay?" Mum said and I nodded. She had asked me to be nice and behave well so that Philip could accept me.

I still don't know who Philip is but one thing I am sure of is that he is very special to mum because she leaves me at Daisy's place for two days. Sometimes I even have to sleep alone but I didn't mind, I was already used to it even though I am just 8 years old.

Ding dong, Mum rang the door bell and my heart started beating faster because I was scared, scared he wouldn't accept me. I didn't want to face rejection as I have always faced at school.

Soon, the door opened and my heart leaped.

"Hey baby. " A man whom I assumed to be Philip said as he came forward to hug and kiss mum and I immediately hid behind her.

"Oh uhm... Philip, this is my daughter, Leila and Leila, this is Philip, you'd get to know him sooner okay?" Mum said to have me nod and Philip smile. " Hi there, Leila, how are you? " Philip asked with a creepy smile that made me hide behind mum again.

"She's just shy Phil, she'd soon come around. " Mum said as she held my hand, silently pinching me as a punishment. " Oh she will, she definitely will. " Philip said and mum ignored the hidden meaning behind his tone and smile which even I " Come in, come in, I made dinner. " Philip said as he led us in.

After dinner, we were to sleep at Philip's place and as expected, mum went in with Philip, in the heat of the moment, they forgot I existed as they smooched in my presence and after dozing off on the dinning chair, I woke up to find myself in an unfamiliar room.

'I need to pee. ' I said subconsciously and soon, the door creeked open and Philip came in.

"Hey Leila, what's wrong?" Philip asked, noticing the bead of sweat on my forehead, he moved closer to seat on the bed.

"I...I want..." I couldn't even complete my statement as he smiled at my nervousness and caressed my cheek. " I won't hurt you Leila. Your mum's asleep so I have to take care of you now. " Philip said to me as I moved backwards and my back hit the head board of the bed.

"I...I want to p...pee. " I stammered but heard nevertheless. I had a bad feeling whenever Philip was close to me but at this point, I knew I needed his help because I wasn't familiar with this house.

"Alright girlie, come with me. " Philip said and without waiting for my response, he yanked me out of the bed and took me to another room behind the walls. 'I just want to pee. What's with all these drama's Little me thought as I found his behavior absurd.

We entered into the room after Philip punched in the lock password and damn, I could swear that I hadn't seen anything like it before. The room was painted with red paint, the bed sheet and every other thing we're red. And I noticed some kind of tools which was hung on the wall. " Go pee in there. " Philip said pointing to a door as he sat on the red king sized chair in the room. " O...okay.". I said and moved in the direction. Trying to be as calm as ever even though my heart was far from calm, I just needed to pee.

"Come Leila. " Philip said to me as I struggled with the zip of my shorts. " I...I can do it my...myself. " I said because I really didn't want to get any closer. The room was already creepy enough and mum wasn't even here. Not like she'd object as I have always felt, but still, she's my only family.

"I said come here!" He then ordered with anger evident in his voice. " Okay. " I said and moved closer, giving up on the zip.

"Arabic girls are always so beautiful and sexy. " Philip said as he carried me on his lap. " Your father must have been so handsome Leila, I mean look at your eyes, they are so sexy and your lips hmmm." Philip said in my ears which made my body hair stand.

"I can help you with this. " Philip said referring to my zip as his hand moved down to my waist but instead of zipping it, he pulled my shorts down from my waist and I panicked.

"No, please. " I pleaded as I was already getting an idea of what he's about to do to me as I had been taught by teacher Tracy.

"You'll obey me Leila or you want to have it the hard way? " Philip asked pointing to the wall which held so many tools which I knew we're not friendly when in contact with the body.

Soon, he started caressing my private part which gave me chills. I started feeling both pleasure and pain because I hated what he was doing to me. Tears streamed down my eyes and I choked while calling out for my mum.

"Mum...mu-um". I cried and choked and he stopped and licked his fingers 'gross' I thought as I saw the scene.

"Let's go back to bed Leily. I don't want your mum to search for us. Neither do you, because she'd definitely want to kill you for having sexual affairs with her boyfriend. " Philip said as he helped with my shorts and kisses me directly on the lips. I was just 8 years old yet I'd be blamed for something I was forced to do ? I thought as I quietly went out with Philip.

I cried endlessly that night as I missed my papa. He had always taught me to stay away from men because according to him, I had an alluring beauty which could hardly resist and truth be told, my papa was a very fine arabic man.

After that night, we permanently moved in to Philip's place as mum, his puppet was always at service to him. Philip continued his midnight visits to me and soon enough, he started finger fucking me.

I was glad that even though things were going west in my life, I could still go to my school and possibly report everything to teacher Tracy because she's more like a mum to me than my own birth mother. ' Yes, I'd definitely do that after the summer holiday.'. I thought because we had just a few weeks left before the resumption date and about a week before my 9th birthday.

Next night...

"Hey there Leily." Philip in a low breathy tone that'd tell anybody he was so horny. Don't asked me how I knew that word, of course he told me last time when he stuck in two fingers in my vagina and still complained that he was way too horny to be satisfied with just a finger fuck.

Plus the ugly guy even wore just a towel because I could see his pole already rising like an ant's antenna.

"Ready for tonight's show?" Philip as he dropped his towel to the floor leaving me in utter disbelief.