Reader It is Jane

CHAPTER ONE

VIVIAN

I opened the door, creeping into the house so my footsteps wouldn't be heard. Walking into my favorite spot in the house, the kitchen, I saw two wine glasses and my favorite wine,the most expensive wine I owned.

"Did Devin invite someone over?" I whispered to myself.

I continued my walk upstairs and heard something coming from the bedroom. I tiptoed towards the bedroom and gently opened the door. 

My heart squeezed inside my chest as I saw the actions that were performed.  My boyfriend was receiving a blowjob from my...sister, and he had that dreamy look in his eyes, one that I had never seen him have for me.

Christine knelt and with her long blonde hair splayed all over her neck, she had the most erotic look on her face. 

I had seen several posts on the internet where a man's trust was tested and the sister or bestfriend of his girlfriend or wife to be would seduce him and try to sleep with him but he wouldn't fall prey to it. 

I had prayed and wished hard for it while reading the post even though I almost laughed out my guts. But now, I had seen the reality.  

He was fucking my sister in my own fucking house in my room, on my freaking bed!

"You bastards!" I yelled,but it only came out as a croak,I didn't even have the courage to yell out,so I just stood there and watched them complete the process in absolute agony.

 I couldn't take it anymore when they decided to go for the second time as I felt myself gag.

I ran outside,taking only my phone and wearing inappropriate shoes.

I ran. Running had always been a way for me to clear my mind. It was a comfort place for me and I always ran whenever something bothered me so I could get it off my chest.

But,I ran not to get it off my chest but to probably faint and die somewhere where no one would find me.

My thoughts drifted back to when we first met, beautiful times.

I was more or less the adopted daughter in my family. And I was not adopted due to the love anyone had for me. My mother died suddenly, no one knew why she died and no one bothered finding out. She was tagged as the oddball in her family, the whore, the slut and it left a stigma on me. 

I never hated my mother because I knew that she loved me, I  just always felt bad for her. The man who claimed to love her just left after finding out she had me. I was the problem. 

My aunt, Amelia had taken me in when I was fifteen and I sincerely thought she would take care of me but life always had a way of proving me wrong. I was treated like a slave. The same way Cinderella was treated. 

Growing up, I had inferiority complex,being told everyday what a failure I was. So when Devin came to me like a knight in shining armor,I immediately jumped on his horse, letting him take me away. 

I had always refused sex with him because of the incident with my mother so even though I loved him dearly,I was always still afraid.

I bumped into something hard while running and rubbed my forehead.  I raised my head slowly so I could curse and vent out all my frustration on who or whatever it was.