Chapter 9

“This is going to be our last session,” Dr. Williamson said, and a soft smile appeared on his face as he saw our looks of horror.

At least, I assume Mom’s face mirrored my own. How could we manage without him? He’d taught us so much, in such a short period of time.

No, wait. We’d been seeing him for years. Ever since I was ... My forehead crinkled as the math somehow alluded me, but before I could think too much about it, Dr. Williamson drew my attention again.

He was talking again, and we had to listen to everything he said. After all, he was a doctor. He was our doctor, and he was here to make our family whole again.

“So before we start, I have to know - is there anything that’s troubling you? Any last worries or stresses that you’d like to work on?”

I glanced at my Mom, and she looked back at me.

“No,” we answered simultaneously, and I knew it was true. I mean, my life wasn’t perfect, but nothing is.

“Good,” he said, his smile filling us with warmth. He leaned over to turn the machine on, and the room grew thick with that familiar, throbbing hum.

“I’ve taught you a lot throughout these sessions,” Dr. Williamson said, even as the room began to fade. “Now, I’m going to put it all together...”

“Where have you two been?” Niko said when we got home, and Mom and I shot each other a guilty look.

“Shopping,” Mom said nervously, and Niko loomed over her menacingly.

“Oh yeah? Show me what you bought?”

Mom just stammered in reply, and Niko raised his hand.

Crack! He slapped her across the face, and she fell to the floor, still babbling incoherently.

“Never lie to me,” Niko growled, and Mom nodded, tears streaming down her face. He turned to me and raised one eyebrow, and I ran up to my room and threw myself onto my bed. Laying there, face-down, I reached up my skirt and began playing with myself.

Mom deserved that, I reminded myself, as my fingers became wet with my slick juices. She’s nothing but a stupid, dirty slut. Just like you.

After that, bruises on Mom’s face were a common sight. It didn’t stop her from totally adoring Niko, of course. It was just that she could never quite do anything right.

That made sense. She was nothing a stupid bitch who couldn’t keep her legs closed, after all. Niko was trash, and Mom wasn’t even good enough for him.

And you’re her daughter, I reminded myself, often while I was bringing myself off with my own hand. You’re just as worthless. You’re just a dumb teenage bimbo, lucky that Niko lets you live in the same house as him. To his credit, Niko never hit me. He came close a few times - sometimes when he’d find me in his bedroom, masturbating on the bed where he’d just fucked my mother a few hours ago. Most of the time he’d just call me names, instead - I think he liked how much they accelerated my orgasms.

One morning, when Mom was out (and I think Niko was a little drunk) he started insulting my outfit.

“What kind of a slut dresses like that?” he slurred, and I didn’t have an answer for him. “God, you’re worse than your mother - at least she isn’t a fucking cock tease. ‘Slong as I’ve known you, you’ve been dressed like trash, with your slut titties and your slut cunt.

“Well you know what? You aren’t going to be a cock tease any longer. Get over here.”