The Bad Boy’s Favorite Girl

Chapter seventy-six

Elena’s pov

Three days after the horrible incident, I was back to being the usual good self that I used to be.

The pain had disappeared miraculously, which left me wondering if this was the fine work of the one who lived above.

Today I was out at the beach staring at the waves as they moved slowly and meticulously.

The sun was almost going down and the cool breeze of the evening was hitting me hard, which made me wonder why I didn’t wear proper clothes in the first place.

So many things in my mind right now as I stared at the beach, but the one particular thought that kept dangling in between my head was where do I go from here?

Thinking of the fact that I almost died and the thought of being told that my time was not up, gave me a new mindset, the mindset that we had to live our lives to the fullest before death comes knocking on the door.

I already told myself to quit the stripping work as it turned out that it was only building negativity deep within and even though there was money in it, there was no peace of mind attached to it.

“Thought you will be in your room, hugging your pillows and sleeping like a baby” His voice startled me, and standing behind me was none other than Mac.

He was in his usual signature black top and black pants and on top of it was his black hoodie with the inscription ‘Black’.

I had always wondered if the name was his father’s name or was some sort of name given to him by others, but it turned out the answer was the latter option.

“Just out here chilling with nature,” I said, while he walked up to take the seat nearest to me as we both sat and watched the birds flying in the air coming down to play on the beach sands.

“Never knew nature could be this captivating,” I said after a moment of silence between the both of us.

“Nature has a way of communicating with us and even though we can’t understand its language, we tend to know that they were speaking.” His words made me turn to stare at him for a moment.

“What?” He asked, chuckling at the reaction that graced my face.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Didn’t know you were much of a philosopher” I commented, earning a chuckle and a playful pat on the back.

Another moment of silence filled both of us. I was conflicted about whether to bring out the topic I had once hidden within, the issue I thought was never going to be opened but turns out it was.

“Tell me…” His words brought me back from my thoughts.

“You seem to be conflicted within. I want to know what’s going on deep within that mind of yours” He said.

For a moment I didn’t say anything, but just looked at him, contemplating on whether or not it was right to let him know.

Mac has been in the dark all the while and I guess it was about time I let him know the type of shit that was going on with me.

“As you may already know, I have a fucked up family and most times, I wondered why I was even born into such a family. My dad is a dysfunctional workaholic type of person, who grew up loving nothing but his work, while my mom was an alcoholic.” It was already dark and was slowly announcing its appearance, while the birds seemed to have gone away.

“It was like an alliance forged from hell. They both knew how dysfunctional they were and chose to be together and then, I was born… I grew up thinking that my dad was only working for the gold of the family, to have a better life. Turns out that it was work that kept him sane. His absence made my mom turn to other ventures. Every day men kept trooping into the house and everyone slept with her. She became a public toilet” Tears were rolling down my cheek as I thought back to that horrible day in my life.

“I was fourteen when I was almost raped by one of my mom’s men. He tried taking advantage of me and said it was because my body was amazing for a fourteen-year-old” I chuckled remembering the event of that day.

“Time went on and he tried raping me again but this time around there was no way I could get away with it, till my dad came home that day like my savior and caught him in the act.

He had the police arrest him and that was the first time I was introduced to the word ‘pedophile'” Mac paid close attention, it was as though he wasn’t there at all.

“My dad was so pissed about this that he confronted my mom about it, but heck she was drunk too and she couldn’t even speak”.

“They had a squabble that day and eventually, my dad filed for a divorce. It was one of those dark moments in my life and if I was keeping it real, the pain was unending and even till this day, I somehow felt I was the problem, And maybe that’s why my mom hates me” The memories flashed before me and the guilt was causing much tears to run down my face.

“I met Dylan when I was seventeen and for the first time, I experienced true love…. Well, that was what I thought, he was kind, sweet, gentle, and even did things to me that no one could do. The only problem was I never knew he wanted to have sex with me. I was still traumatized by the events that almost happened to me when I was Fourteen and so, sex became an abomination in my sight. I didn’t want him doing it, I was not ready to have sex. I told him that I was a virgin and I wanted to keep myself pure until am a full adult and with everything, he still wanted me in his bed” I couldn’t care what the time was at that moment, for the moon was out there at its peak and it felt like nature was also listening to my story.

“Knowing he couldn’t get what he wanted, he went after my mom. It came as a shock when one fateful day, I came home and found Dylan putting it to my mom. It was a messed up situation. I discovered afterward that Dylan was a Gerontophile. The only reason he wanted to have sex with me was because he felt I could satisfy his temporary urge…” I chuckled remembering those exact words he spoke to me that day.

“Dylan kept on coming for my mom and it became worse when my mom would even prefer to let him stay with us. Every day of my fucking life, I would come home and meet them on the couch watching Netflix. I didn’t care about whatever my mom said at that point, I felt she was a hoe and not worthy enough to get any respect from me.” No one would watch their mother sleeping around and even taking on someone who was supposed to be their boyfriend.

I was so sad…

I couldn’t bear to see the guy I once had feelings for having sex with my mom.