"What do you mean by your words, Jessica? How did you know all that? Don't tell me you've done that before, what did Reade did to you?" I bespoke the moment I paused the movie again. I was tired of watching it, all O wanted now was for her to tell me the truth. How did she know a lot about s*x if she hadn't practice it before? There was no way she would learn all that just like that. "Tell me Jessica, or are you scared I might tell your mom?" I wrinkled a brow at her.
"Scared?" she scoffed, "I am not scared of anybody, you can tell her if you wish. But trust me, she won't say anything. Do you know why? Well, because she already knows I am not virgin" she said, sending shivers down my spine. Like seriously? What did she just said? I was totally confused. Perhaps she was just joking, hence I decided to confirm.
"Are you saying you are not virgin, and that Aunt Vicky knows about it?" I asked, hoping to see her laugh and say she was only joking, but that didn't happen. She nodded her head and told me she wasn't virgin and that her mom knew about long before I even relocated to their house. As shocked as I still was, I gulped hard and asked how how it all happened. Just then she giggled and heaved a sigh, "It happened a long time ago, I was just thirteen years old. My mom was careless, she didn't care about my life. She used to allow me to mingle with bad friends and go out to night parties. One day, I was drugged and Paul took advantage of me" she narrated, making me to bewilderedly drop my jaw.
"Paul? You mean the Count's son?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Yes, that bastard. He was a teenager then. He took advantage of me, and when we reported the case to the police the Count used his power to silence and force us to drop the charges against his son. So many fake witnesses were brought in against us and all lied that I was the one that it was my fault and that I was the one that willingly offered him my body, and after that I took so much white powder that were brought in by unknown guys and knocked myself with it. It was a well organized set up that even Lorraine was unable to side with us. She later learned the truth though but there was nothing anybody could do. The evidences against me were too immense. Hence, we dropped the charges against Paul and the case was closed. After that, the Count paid us an unexpected visit and apologized for everything. He told us he had to protect, not only his son but his career. He then offered us five hundred thousand bucks. Mom rejected it though, but that man left it with us with a later whuch reads that the money was for my dad's hardworking for Cornfield. The Count knew if he didn't do that he could end up answering why he gave us such money shortly after dropping the case we filed against his son. Since then, I haven't been myself. I began having this hate for me which later turned out to be love. I can easily fall in love with a guy and can offer him my body instantly" she looked deep into myself, "You talked about Reade, well, yes... I gave him my body deliberately because I liked him" her words made me shock. It was a shocking discovery that left me puzzled. After explaining everything, she grabbed the television's remote from my hand and quickly transfer the eighteen plus movie we were watching, along side other movies of its likeness. "Movies like these help me calm myself down as I usually ma.sturbate after watching them. Isn't that better than sleeping witg different kinds of men all the time?" she wrinkled a brow at me expecting me to say a word, however I was totally speechless. I didn't know what to say. I was still unable to process her confession.
After sending the movies, she handed the remote back to me and stood up to her feet. Thus, she told me she was going home. But seeing how disturbed I was, she huffed and told me she wasn't supposed to tell me all that but because I insisted on knowing, that was why she did. She also told me to not blame her, that it wasn't her fault. And that it was something that could happen to anybody. However, she urged me not to let her mother knows I was aware about it as that would make her furious. She had warned her not to ever disclose it to people that didn't know about it, because doing that will keep reviving the story and it would never cease spreading. "Okay, I... I won't let her know about it" I managed to say, and then told her I was sorry about what happened to her. "But regarding mas.turbation, do you think it's healthy? I mean, isn't it considered a bad thing?" I asked. I had once came across an article about it that condemned it, warning people not to do it to avoid causing different kinds of health issues for themselves. She smiled and then explained to me that women had no issue with it, but men could end up with a lot of problems if they do it frequently. She told me she didn't used to do it always, she only used to do it occasionally... especially when the urge arises. After hearing all that I became so scared, I never knew all that was going on in Aunt Vicky's house and I never knew Aunt Vicky knew a lot about her daughter's lapses but kept totally a secret from me. I felt betrayed by Aunt Vicky, she had been hiding a lot from me as if she didn't trust me at all.
Jessica and I left the theatre, and as I promised I wouldn't tell anybody about all that she told me. I acknowledged she did a lot of bad things but she didn't deserve what happened to her, and the problem she found herself into. But I was glad that she was fine, at least she wasn't having any post-traumatic stress disorder. However, I hated Paul and really felt the need to talk to Frank about what his friend did to my cousin but I would like not to break my promise for Jessica. But from now on, there wouldn't be conversation between Paul and I. Infact, if he dare talk to me on the street I would spit on his face. That way, he would have no option but to leave me alone. Few days back, he had been trying to establish friendship with me but I kept pushing him away, ignoring his existence despite the fact I didn't know what he did to Jessica then. But his bad habit made me to dislike him totally. I really disliked him and would do anything to make sure we never become friends even if Frank made him his best man during our wedding in the future. By the way, I wouldn't even allow that to happen. If he needed a best man, he better look for someone other than that brute... or should I say pervert, otherwise I wouldn't be happy with him even after the wedding. I would make sure he doesn't get to enjoy me the way he should and I would always give him attitude. Yes, those were some of the things I would possibly do. However, I wouldn't stop the marriage from taking place. Because of Paul? No, no... I wouldn't do that at all.
After leaving the theatre, Mam Camila invited us to lunch. We went to the dining room and were served one of the best dishes ever. Jessica was amazed, she was so comfortable eating her food, gisting and laughing with Mam Camila while I think, smile, and reply with one or two words when being talked to. I couldn't stop thinking about the things she told me, actually, and at the end of the day I ended up not being able to eat well my lunch. Mam Camila knew something wasn't right, hence as Jessica left with one of the servants to answer the call of nature, she asked if everything was fine. Nothing was fine and I was boiling inside me, however I pretended as if everything was fine and told her I was just worried whether Frank's parents will accept me or not. Just then, she smiled and told me I shouldn't think about Mr and Mrs Walters that way as they were kind people with a very kind heart. However, I wasn't satisfied. I told her I lost my parents and I wasn't from a rich family, why then would the Walters family allow their son to marry me?
"Because they have sense of humor" she said with a smile and continued, "When I was working in the hotel, they were kind to me. They usually spend their nights in our hotel during business deals. Not all customers and guests were kind, some would grab you while serving them while some would try to take advantage of you when you take them meals to their rooms. It was something that kept hurting me, and that thing made many workers to leave. The manager would then replace them with some other people. He had no regard for our safety, all he cared about was money. Anything that will hurt the feelings of his customers, he didn't like it at all. There was a time I was serving a couple, they couple had issue and weren't talking to each other. After serving them and was heading out of their room, the man followed me and told me to come back in the after around three. I thought he had a message for me or would like to take a special order, however that wasn't the case. When I returned to their room around that time, I only met him and he was sitting on his bed with only a boxer shorts on. When I saw him, I quickly turned away not willing to see him that way. However he laughed and told me to come forward that he only had a message for me. Surprisingly, just as I walked closer he grabbed me and pushed me on the bed. He then began kissing me, trying to take advantage of me while I struggled to push him off me. However, he was too strong. Mind you, I was in my mind thirties then and he obviously looked like someone in his fifties. He kept trying his best to get into me while I cried and kept trying to push him away. Just then his wife wakked him. As soon as she saw us she yelled his name while I quickly extricated from his grip and ran out of the room in tears. That day, I told the manager everything and urged him to change my position in the hotel. I was tired of serving, but he said that was the perfect position for me. That women with good body like me were the ones he wanted for the position, however I can always resign if I didn't want the job. His words hurt me but there was nothing I could. That was the only job I relied upon. One day Mr and Mrs Walters came and saw me looking sad. I served and they both asked what was going on. In tears, I told them everything and those two with their kind hearts offered me a job to work in their house. I was skeptical at first but, I thought I should better give it a try. And here I am today. I can't thank them less for what they did to me. They really saved me!"
