Note to readers: Everyone on this story is over 18.
This is a story with nonconsent themes. If you don't like nonconsent but choose to read anyway, please rate based on writing style, character development etc and not get to the end and say 'I don't like noncon' and rate it low.
I do not condone noncon or rape, it is a work of fiction.
Enjoy.
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Driving into the old neighborhood made me feel uneasy as I looked around. I looked at the GPS again and it said I was going the right way, but most of these houses looked abandoned.
Great Grandma Irene had been what my grandmother had called a black widow. She married a man, moved into his house with him, he suddenly died of 'natural causes' apparently and she had a new house and all of his money. She did it fourteen times. She never sold the houses, she rented them out as she moved around the country, using the rent money to add to her very hefty bank accounts. My grandmother had inherited all of the houses and the income they brought in. When she passed, she willed one house to each of her grandchildren, me included. All the others went to her grandchildren from her second husband. I'd left it pretty much alone, letting the renters stay and not worrying about the property two states away. Two years back they had moved out and I'd been informed that it needed work before I could try and rent it again.
I had sort of forgotten about it until very recently when it was almost all I had left. I was home for the summer after I'd graduated college, putting out applications. My internship and guaranteed job had fallen through, company cutbacks. I'd opted not to sign a lease until I was sure I had a job and moved back into my old bedroom at home. I'd planned on living there maybe a month at most, but fall had come and I still hadn't found a job. No one wanted to hire me for what I was worth, what I needed to pay back my student loans. The economy was in a weird place, with jobs to be had everywhere but entry level white collar. I'd felt like I could be picky, take my time and find the right one for me. The months had come and gone and I had gotten nowhere at all. My mom didn't mind, she was glad to have me at home, but I was getting frustrated.
I had gone out with some old friends to a new bar that was having a 'Witches Night Out' ladies night with all kinds of themed drinks.
When I finally ordered an Uber and went home, it was too late. The house, my mother in it, was completely burned to the ground. The firefighters were trying to put it out for two days. I'd stayed with a friend for a week, in shock, trying to make arrangements. An electrical fire that started by the dryer directly under my mom's bedroom.
I had nothing at all, just my old bike that was in the driveway and hadn't been burned and the old house two states away. I had my bank account and my inheritance, but the insurance money would be tied up for a while.
Mostly I was just lost and stunned, and now I was in an unknown place with no one I knew. I only hoped that this house was livable, at least until I could figure things out. I needed a place to regroup and start over, feeling like I had to leave my past behind. Get out from under it.
The GPS shifted and I looked down where I had my phone mounted to my bike. Next turn.
I finally saw a single person as I made the turn, an older man who scowled at me on the motorcycle as I rolled through.
The house was old. Ancient. It was Victorian, like the others all along the street and this neighborhood, but it was bigger than most of them. It was also in better shape, most of the others abandoned and derelict. At least from the outside. Pulling into the drive, I pulled off my helmet and sat for a moment just looking up at the house. It was already getting late and the sun was setting. I knew I had to go in and make sure there were lights, but I had a bit of a feeling of foreboding as I looked up at it, then around at the abandoned houses that surrounded it. I wasn't sure I really felt safe here, in this neighborhood. Maybe I should go and get a hotel room until tomorrow?
I would go in and look around, make sure the lights were on, then go back into the town and find a hotel.
That decided, I got off my bike and went up the stairs to the porch and looked around before I slid the key in the lock.
The first thing that assaulted me was the smell. Old and musty, it somehow smelled of pot, very strongly. The second thing was how incredibly cold it was inside. Was the air conditioner on? Did this place HAVE an air conditioner as old as it was? I was assuming I would need window units.
Hugging myself, I started looking around. The hardwood floors were scuffed and needed refinishing badly. There were spots on the wall where pictures had hung while someone smoked in the house, but the ceiling looked solid. No cracks. No separation or settling and tilting in the floors. I was surprised at that one.
The kitchen had dated appliances and there were things in the fridge I was afraid to even look at, but the fridge and freezer were cold. The stove also seemed to work, clicking four times before the flame caught. The large walk in pantry smelled kinda gross, despite having nothing at all in it.
The rooms downstairs were all empty except for the kitchen. The living room, the parlor, the library, the dining room. In the library there was a lot of melted candle wax on the shelves where they had used candles with no holders. There were also drink rings and something that was brown and still sticky somehow.
The upstairs was mostly empty too, dark brown stains in the porcelain tubs and sinks. One bedroom had a full size box springs with no mattress. Another had a twin mattress against the wall. I dragged it to the box springs and tossed it on it, I didn't really know why. They didn't match, but I didn't care. Looking in the closets, I looked at the old wire hangers and a few old price tags on the floors. The third story looked like it had never been lived in at all, or even visited. The dust was heavy in every room, the windows swelled shut. There were no water stains or leaks anywhere and I wondered what the damage was that it couldn't be rented out again. Finding the attic door, I tried to open it, but it was locked. The house keys had no key for it, so I went to the kitchen and looked through the drawers. Nothing but a broken spatula and a spoon that looked like it had been used for drugs.
I sighed and turned a circle, then wandered the house again looking more closely at everything. I would have to go out tomorrow and look at the outside, it was completely dark outside now. Turning off all the lights, I went upstairs to the room with the bed and sat down on it, trying to think. I turned on my phone and started looking through pictures, mostly of me and my mom. Selfies we had taken while cooking mostly, cooking was something we had always done together.
Curling up, I lay there missing her, flipping through pictures.
Bright light made me wince as I lifted my head and looked at the window.
It was morning? I had fracking SLEPT here? Gross! I sat up, looking down at the mattress in horror. At least it looked clean and not stained up, but still. I'd had no intention on falling asleep!
Still, I got up with a sigh and began trying to open windows. Most were swollen and painted shut, but I managed to get a few open to try and air the place out.
I had to call an Uber to go to the store, my bike wouldn't hold all the things I needed. I parked my bike in the old shed next to the house and locked it.
"Nice place," the Uber driver offered and I didn't know if she was being sarcastic or not, so I said nothing. I wasn't up for conversation this morning. I got several things I needed, including bedsheets and a blanket for the bed that was there. I would order one to be delivered later, but for now it would work with clean sheets.
I also got paint and painting supplies, picking colors on a whim. I didn't want boring colors, I wanted something that would cheer me up and add vibrancy to my life. I would paint the rooms, then add furniture to match after I got internet working for me. That reminded me, I got a laptop too. Food was last on my list and I got take out as well. I wasn't going to keep any food there until I got a new fridge put in and the old one hauled away.
Once I got back, I looked around outside again and noticed all the overgrown bushes and things in the backyard. It was a huge backyard, the old wrought iron fence along the back hardly showing through the vines and bushes. I guessed the fence ran along the sides too, but I couldn't see it for the overgrowth.
