Summer and Ares

Chapter 2

Summer P.O.V.

I heard another ding and thought Mr. Gorgeous came back, but it was Natalie.

"Ooh la la...who was that big Hunk o' love just walked by me and where can I get one?" Natalie said as she walked in.

"Please Natalie, stop objectifying our paying customers. Have you no decency?" I scolded her.

"Whatever, don't tell me you didn't check him out when that mountain of beauty stood before you." She winked.

"No Nat, I totally didn't imagine ripping his white shirt off of his body and lick strawberry icing off of his naked chest," I said with a straight face.

"Eewwwe you freak!" Natalie threw a napkin at me and we both laughed.

Natalie's face turned serious. "So about tonight, the club opens at 11 pm, let's get there as soon as it does. I hope to dear god someone picked up my earring and turned it in."

"About that, do you need me to come? I mean, I have faith in your detective skills. I am sure you are more than capable of interrogating the bartender into coughing up your jewelry without me." I said reluctantly.

Natalie slapped her palm on the table. "I can't go alone! What if I get kidnapped? You know how much they can sell a young, beautiful, rich teen like me for?"

I rolled my eyes, "No, but the amount can't be bigger than your ego."

"Anyways, the point is I need you there. So please don't change your mind. Pick you up at midnight!" Natalie skipped out of the restaurant before I could say anything else.

It's not like I didn't want to go. It's just that, avoiding my uncle and aunt to sneak out of the house wasn't exactly a piece of cake. Especially if they were both at home. I had to assess the situation at home and come up with a plan. Maybe I'll just bribe Mark to cover for me. He may be a major douche but he can be bought.

Around 8 pm I wrapped up everything on my shift and headed home.

Home...it was a funny word for that place I grew up in. When my parents died in a car crash, my aunt Margaret took me in to live with them. I was only 10 years old. She let me grieve my parents' death for a whole week before started to use me as a punching bag. But I've always been resilient, I survived every blow and managed to maintain my cheerful facade. I was damaged, but not broken.

I came inside the house and didn't see any sign of aunt Margaret aka the wicked witch of the west side. She must be out shopping or blowing my paycheck on bottles of cognac. I lied down on my bed and fell asleep.

I woke up with a start when I felt a clammy hand under my shirt. I shifted uncomfortably but didn't move as I already knew what was happening.

That's right...I have a secret. A secret I kept even from Natalie. A secret I'll probably take it to my grave.

It all started a month after I moved here. I just went to bed after my aunt gave me a hard beating for stealing one of her cheap earrings, which I've never even seen. I was barely asleep when I heard the door creak and a skinny figure walked in.

I've never really paid attention to uncle Robert before that night. He was just a ghost of a man overshadowed by my aunt's firm control of the house. He kept quiet when she was beating me to a pulp for every minor inconvenience I may have caused her. That night he showed me who he really was. I remembered everything too clearly. I remembered his cold hand touching my naked body under my nightgown and when I tried to protest, he told me to keep quiet or my aunt would be very angry. The 10 years old me was scared and confused so all I could do was lay there and pretend like I was on a beautiful beach. I remember the strong cinnamon smell from his breath. To this day, I still can't eat anything with cinnamon in it.

I kept still until he was done with me, then headed to shower to wash off his sickening smell from my body. I could push him off now that I am not a child anymore, scream at the top of my lungs and cut his dick off, but let's face it. Dear Aunt Margaret will kick me out immediately after branding me a whore, then I will be living in the streets with no money and shelter. I'll endure this for a few more months until I save enough money to ditch this life.

It was almost midnight so I started to get ready before Natalie gets here. I pulled out a tight black dress with tiny sequin flowers that I borrowed from Natalie the night before and put it on. It hugged my curves in the right places. I wasn't blessed with Natalie's voluptuous breasts but mine was just big enough to fill out the front of my dress perfectly. I checked myself out in the mirror. I was looking pretty darn sexy if you ask me.

I heard the TV in the living room paired with my aunt's snoring. I tried to leave my room quietly.

"Well well well look what we have here?" I froze as I heard Mark's annoying high-pitched voice. "Where do you think you are going at this hour looking like a cheap whore? Shall I wake up mom?" Mark added.

I kept my composure. I will not be defeated by this puny brain. "If I was you I would keep my mouth shut or I will reveal your secret stash of the pot to her."

"You have no idea where it is." Mark declared but looked unsure of himself.

"Oh, don't I?" I challenged.

"I'll move it." He said.

"If you can get to it fast enough. How about I make you a deal?" I asked.

"What kind of deal?" Mark asked, suspicious yet intrigued.

"You let me leave without saying a word and I do all of your homework for a week." I offered.

He thought about it for a minute. I knew he couldn't refuse since his grades were absolute shit much to my aunt's dismay. He nodded his head in agreement.

"Fine. I'll cover for you. You better leave my stash alone too." He glared at me and shut his door on my face.

Phew…that was a close one. I quickly ran out the door before more obstacles came my way. Natalie was sitting on her poison green corvette convertible and waved her hand at me frantically. I hopped on the seat next to her.

"Shall we begin our adventure?" She smirked.

"That earring better be found since I parted with my beloved pillow for you," I said, even though I was kinda glad to be out of the house. She sped out of the neighborhood, thus, our night began.