Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother

Jasmine

As I stood in the crowded party, surrounded by people and music, my thoughts were far from the festivities. I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of fear and anxiety every time Hardin was nearby. Every touch, every word, made me cringe with revulsion.

And the way he had mouthed the words that I was next made me want to puke.

“Come with me Jasmine, let’s go over to the balcony,” Nadia mentioned, but I simply shook my head with a forced smile, while her eyes searched mine worriedly.

“You are sure you don’t want to go?”

“Yes,” I voiced out, then Nadia gave me a warm hug before leaving to join the rest of the crowd.

My mind was consumed with doubts and questions about what I did feel for Hardin. I had accepted the fact that whatever I shared with Hardin was mainly because I had no choice, and I definitely had no romantic feelings for him. But still, the thought of him being with other girls made my blood boil with anger. How dare he violate me whenever I was with Lorenzo, and now do his thing as he liked, shoving it in my face that I could do nothing, and that he was free to flirt with whoever he wanted? It was all so wrong, and I struggled to keep my emotions in check.

“I am back already, Jasmine,” Nadia said as I tried to turn away from where I stood. She had come just in time, though it did not favor me as I wanted to stay in every possible place away from Nadia’s continuous questions.

With visible concern etched on her face, “You had to come so soon?” I probed.

Nadia got to where I was before answering, “Yes dear. I didn’t feel good about leaving you like that. Is anything really the problem?”

I wanted to tell her what was really going on, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. How could I tell her that my own step brother was the cause of my fear, as his molestations did not seem to stop. I was afraid that she wouldn’t believe me, or worse, that she would judge me for keeping quiet and not reporting the abuse to the authorities.

Besides the last thing I wanted was for Russo to hate Hardin, which was certainly going to be the outcome. The look of terror and the threat to kill that always showed on Hardin’s face flashed through my mind and instantly, I flinched.

I managed to force a smile to Nadia and told her that everything was fine. Nadia looked at me skeptically, but she didn’t push the issue. We chatted for a few more minutes, with my mind wandering about while I thought of a valuable excuse to leave Nadia’s presence.

Mainly because I was worried about the exact thing that Hardin was doing at that moment with Astrid and the other girl, and on the other hand, I did not want to mistakenly blurt out the troublesome things that filled my thoughts.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

As I saw Lorenzo’s name flashing on my phone, I knew that this was my chance to escape Nadia’s presence, and get some fresh air. I couldn’t bear the worries that ran through my head any longer.

I ignored Lorenzo’s call. I did not feel like we had anything exactly to talk about besides the project that we had to do together, but I knew he was not calling for that. He had been giving me very weird vibes lately that I did not like, and I was doing my best to stay away from those conversations.

“I will quickly take this call,” I said to Nadia, then left the balcony as though I had something important to discuss.

But no! It was all because I wanted to know what Hardin was doing and confirm by myself that it was all my imaginations and that he actually was not fucking those girls.

Left with no other choice, I began to walk just about the building, trying to locate the exact room that Hardin was in, all in an attempt to get a feel of what exactly was going on inside the room.

Just as I took a bend into a passageway, I saw Astrid and the blonde haired girl coming out of a room, and involuntarily, I hid by a corner, cursing within my breath that I had not held my peace and stayed back with Nadia in the first place.

“See who was so impatient to wait for her turn and had to come straight to me,” Hardin breathed on my skin, and I turned to meet him standing just beside me with his arms crossed.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

Frowning, I made to leave but was pulled back by Hardin who glared daggers at me.

“You forget everything so quickly, Jasmine. I have given you so much leverage and you suddenly think that we are equals. I think it’s high time I remind you that you are nothing better than a weak human with a slut of a mother, seeking for favour, regardless of what it entailed even if it means getting fucked, like the way you did with me and even Lorenzo. I won’t be surprised if you actually have to sleep with an ordinary slave from the mansion. Well not like you are any better than them.”

Hardin’s words hit me straight at my marrow but before I could get a chance to yell at him, he had already pushed me into the room and threw me right on the bed.

“You came around to see what I was doing right? Take it!” He said, and brought out his phone, throwing it right to my face. I did not want to watch whatever was playing on it, but I could not fight it. The sounds from the videos that made my face pale, their moans.

It was like I was watching a horror movie unfold right in front of me, but I couldn’t look away. I felt my heart shattering into a million pieces as the reality of what was happening sunk in.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I felt a lump in my throat. Jealousy. Envy. Hatred.

My thoughts were racing, and I struggled to keep up with the emotions that were taking over me. I felt humiliated and broken.

I wanted to scream at him, to lash out and hurt him as much as he had hurt me, but I couldn’t find the words. All I could do was stare at him, the man who had shattered my life into a million pieces.

But as the shock and pain began to subside, anger began to take over. How could he be so careless with my feelings? Did he even care about me at all, or was I just a toy to play with when he was bored?

“Hardin…” I managed to cry out in tears, “why did you have to show me this?”

Hardin’s anger towards me increased from hearing me question him, and he walked to where I was and forced me to lay on the bed.

While he undressed me, I was crying and begging him to stop. I didn’t want this, not like this. But he didn’t listen, he didn’t care. He was too consumed by his desires .

As he climbed on top of me, I felt violated and powerless. All I could do was lay there and wait for it to be over. I felt like a shell of myself like he had taken something from me that I could never get back.

He ripped off my pants, and roughly placed his fingers into my dry pussy, pumping vigorously. Hardin’s actions continued intensely, and he paid no attention to the fact that his fingernails were causing me injuries around my vagina. Every time, I always had to bear the pains from the bruises I got whenever Hardin was rough with me but this was worse. All of it was beginning to make me feel suffocated and I hated myself and the fact that I was still existing.

And without even caring about how I felt, he forced his dick inside of me and began to thrust hard, just like how he had done with Astrid and the other girl.

“Hardin…” I tried calling with tears in my eyes but he would not listen. “You don’t have to…” Instead he went harder at my words, making me change to positions he wanted, just to satisfy himself.

When he finished, he got up and left without saying a word while I laid there, alone and broken. I didn’t know what to do next.

Was it best if I reported Hardin to Russo or the school authorities, damning whatever the consequences may be? Or was it better to just run away from home, leaving all of the hurt behind me?

As crazy as all the ideas that came to my head sounded, it was exactly what I wanted to do.