This story contains elements of non-consent! I do not condone rape or force, this is a story of fiction. Please be advised.
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It was my first day back home from college, but the third day of summer for my little brothers. Eli was 8 and Levi was about to turn 7. They were my father's second set of children after my mom had died and he got a second, much younger wife. I still loved them and doted on them, they had me completely wrapped, as my father put it. I had promised them I would take them fishing as soon as I got home and they took me at my word. They woke me at 7 AM, even though I had only arrived at 2 AM on the bus.
I yawned and smiled as I watched them run ahead of me on the trail. The trail I had walked a thousand times with my fishing pole and tackle box. I had been walking down to the pond since I was Levi's age, back when Dad still did things with me. I had spent a good chunk of every summer at the pond, even up through high-school. In college, I came home and took my little brothers as soon as they were old enough. My dad had hurt his back in an accident at the factory he worked at and he didn't do much of anything anymore that made him get out of a chair.
Levi squealed ahead and then laughed as he threw himself wholeheartedly into stomping through a huge puddle. I laughed and skirted the puddle, my heart feeling light even though I hadn't slept nearly enough. We made it to the edge of the old pond and set to the task of, once again, showing them how to tie on a hook and bait their line, then cast it.
I had just gotten them set up and was baiting my own hook when a shout came from up the bank.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Get off my property!"
I jerked and turned, stunned. The man wasn't much older than me, but he looked furious as he stalked towards us.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, just coming here like you own the place?" he demanded as he got closer, his face contorted in rage.
"I have been coming here for twenty years!" I said defensively as my brothers ran to hide behind me. "You don't need to speak to us that way or use that language in front of my brothers! Since when is this property not city property?"
"Since I fucking bought it and I can say whatever the fuck I want on my fucking property you stupid cunt! Get off my land!"
"We are going!" I said angrily as the man moved closer threateningly. "Eli, grab your pole and tackle box," I said, going the other way to get Levi's.
"Don't come back here, bitch and keep those brats away from here too!"
"We weren't hurting anything! We throw back everything we catch!"
"Did I fucking ask what you did? I told you to fucking leave! Go!" he raged, shoving me back so hard that I tripped and landed on my back.
I stared up at the sky, dazed and stunned as my ears rang. Levi was in my face, crying and begging me to get up. I rolled to my hands and knees and got up, feeling the back of my head. I was bleeding!
"Start fucking moving!" he screamed. "Don't just stand there like an idiot, go!"
I looked back at him in horrified shock, then turned to Levi and Eli. "Run home boys. I will catch up," I said softly, kneeling to pick up the things that had spilled from my tackle box. The boys ran and I trembled as my hands shook almost too hard to pick things up.
"You are one stupic fucking cunt, aren't you?" he yelled. "Get your ugly ass moving!"
"Logan! What is this?" another man asked, walking up. The man was obviously the asshole's brother. He strode up to me and knelt, helping me pick things up. "I am so sorry for my brother!"
"I thought you were gone! In town!" the asshole demanded angrily.
"I was. I am back. Are you alright, miss?"
"Fine," I mumbled, trying to close my tacklebox with shaking hands.
"Is that blood?" he asked, taking my hand and looking at my fingers.
"I told her to leave, she needs to leave now!" Asshole yelled.
"Logan, stop being rude. Don't mind him, he has always had anger issues. Where are you hurt?"
"I'm fine," I mumbled again, trying to tug my hand out of his as I stood.
"Let me take a look, you look a bit stunned. My name is Jason. Where are you bleeding from?"
"My head."
"Logan, what did you do?" he demanded of his brother as he turned me to look at my head.
"Told her to fucking leave and she wouldn't go. Bitch, you need to start fucking walking!"
"Logan! Why don't you head back to the house?"
"Not until she fucking leaves!"
"I am going!" I said angrily, pulling away from Jason's hands.
"At least let me wash the cut?" Jason said, catching my hand.
"I need to catch up with my brothers, make sure they are alright," I said, pulling my hand away.
"Can I at least know your name?" he asked.
"Ally," I answered numbly, stumbling down the path.
When I was most of the way home, my step mom was coming up the path looking terrified. "Ally! Ally, are you ok? The boys were so upset! I could hardly understand them!"
"I'm ok," I said, waving her off.
"Allyrra! You are bleeding! The back of your shirt is covered! What happened? I am calling the police!"
She rushed me inside, calling the police on her way, then bent me over the sink to rinse my head to see the cut. The police arrived, listened to what happened, then informed me that they couldn't do anything. I was trespassing, he could legally shoot me. Forcing me off of his property wasn't against the law.
They left and my Dad and step mom cussed their new neighbors. I still felt stunned and angry. Levi and Eli had already forgotten about it, excited about the police being here and getting to play with the lights and get badge stickers. Now they were playing policemen.
I went to take a nap, despite my step mom warning me against it, saying I might have a concussion. My head hurt, I was exhausted and upset, so I didn't really care at the moment.
She still woke me in an hour, telling me lunch was ready.
"I'll eat dinner later," I grumbled, turning away from the door.
"The boys and your father have missed you and we haven't got to talk to you at all about school or your plans for the summer?"
I sighed and rolled out of bed, though I knew it was going to be mostly my step mom talking. I more than just disliked her and I never understood what my dad saw in her. She was everything my mother wasn't. She used to be a tall, athletic, tan, curvy blonde bombshell, super outgoing, lots of make-up, super bossy and always dressed like she was about to do a photoshoot.
My mom was short, like me, with dark hair and eyes, pale, introverted and very at one with nature with her boho and free style. She was all about the outdoors and her garden and living life.
Genevieve, my step mom, wouldn't dare put her highly manicured nails in the dirt. I couldn't understand why my dad had let her just start bossing him around after their second date. I understood it a little more after college and a couple of psych classes, but it still stung. I was my mother twice over again and Gen never let me forget it.
'Ally, don't you have nicer clothes you could wear?', 'Ally, could you run a brush through your hair?', 'Ally, you would look so cute with the right make-up', 'Ally, that dress looks older than you are! Put something nicer on.' Ugh. I loved my moms old dresses when I had to wear a dress.
Sitting through lunch with her talking about work and telling me how I should go into real estate as well was torture. I have my dad glum looks and he gave me a smile that said 'humor her'. I didn't feel like humoring her.
"Still going to school to be a park ranger," I said, interrupting her monologue about how the housing market was booming right now. "Doing what you love is more important than making money."
"Spoken like someone who has never had to want for anything!"
I dropped my fork and looked at dad as he straightened in his chair. "Gen, why don't we talk about something else?" he said quickly. "Ally, how are classes? Are you still seeing that boy? The one from Nebraska?"
"No, dad. We broke up after christmas."
"Oh? Why is that honey?"
