She deserves this.
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at https://archiveofourown.org/works/74733036.
Summary
She deserves this.
Maya has unexpected fantasies about her sister Mymy, which lead her into doing something she never knew she needed.
Notes
This was heavily inspired by the work of Youonlylivetwice! Huge creds to them!!
Please read the tags and know that I don't support any of these actions irl, this is strictly fantasy.
Chapter 1: My Dear Sister...
After coming back from a long, exhausting day at school, all she could do was lay silently on her bed. Nothing really happened, that was the worse part. An awful reminder of how
miserable her life is and how she didn't have any friends.
Touching herself always took the stress off, it made her feel good, she could only pretend there was somebody else with her. She was so deprived of touch.
She slid her hand into her panties, and began to rub her clit, once she got herself wet, she naturally slid a finger in—immediately rubbing her G-spot. She never took things slow, she had an end goal and that was it. She wasn't even thinking of anything arousing, this activity felt as natural as anything else.
She begins to wonder, how come her sisters have so many friends, yet she doesn't? She's been in this small town her whole life and pretty much hasn't been close to anybody from the beginning, yet her sisters were from totally different countries and still seemingly had many friends.
Stupid... Coco and Mymy...
Mymy...
Her mind trails off, she doesn't really think about her sisters all that much, but she wonders... How did Mymy end up like this? Where did it all go wrong? The sweet girl Maya once knew is now some racist, egocentric, maniac... Her now terribly dyed orange hair with obvious black roots, cheap blue contacts, and she's always wearing that big, bright, comically large red bow.
She effortlessly slid another finger deep into her awfully wet hole—curling her fingers inward so she could reach her sweet spot.
Mymy's personality... Well, she isn't sure whether it stayed the same or not—she's still a very hyperactive, ball of energy who never knows when to stop talking. The only difference is that nowadays she seems to put all of her energy into her xenophobic rants and attitude. Maya really doesn't like her all that much.
Maya Increased the pace, grunting and instinctively tensing up as she fucked her own virgin hole, her fingers now coated in her own hot sticky juices which were now starting to ooze out of her onto the bed sheets.
The room was completely silent other than the sounds of the sloshing her hand made as she roughly penetrated in and out of her wet cunt.
Mymy's....
Wait.
Maya completely froze, still knuckles deep inside of herself—the room now suddenly silent other than the buzz of the fan in the distance.
Was she really touching herself to the thought of Mymy? No... She was just... Masturbaiting and her mind trailed off and she accidentally—maybe—unexpectedly started thinking of Mymy and just happened to be masturbaiting at the exact same time.
A wave of Immense guilt and shame washed over her, she wasn't attracted to Mymy at all, that was her fucking sister! She reassured herself that this was some weird accident... Maybe her ADHD caused her mind to trail off to think of non sexual things in sexual situations...
That does happen to her sometimes...
Despite the horrifying realization, she still felt swollen and embarrassingly aroused down there. She wasn't actually getting off to the thought of her sister was she?
She still wasn't quite sure.
Either way, she shamefully slid her wet, coated fingers out of her eager hole. Her body was basically begging her to keep going but she denied her feelings, she hated not being able to finish but the waves of immense shame were too overwhelming.
Maybe she should just take a nap and forget about this. She pulled her panties back up and just wiped her fingers on the side of her bed. She felt disgusting for doing this—she
WANTED to properly clean herself up, but didn't really feel like taking a shower. As
unrealistic as it was, she felt strangely scared to leave her room... as if Mymy would have any idea of what she just did. She'd probably hit her and call her a filthy sodomite or something... Whatever she does.
She really wants to just fall asleep now... She tossed and turned, fixing herself into a
comfortable position and hugged her blobfish plush tightly—trying to forget about what she was just doing.
Her surroundings start to tune out, and feels herself drifting off to a well-needed nap.
Maya woke up, for no particular reason—she was strangely warm and sweaty despite her room not being particularly hot. She bleakly kicked her blankets off, hoping it would give her some relief. She didn't feel all that refreshed, after that nap that lasted... A few hours, it was
now around 8pm. Maya grimaces, at this point, she should just try and go back to sleep, it
was already an acceptable time to go to bed. She can take a shower in the morning and forget about all of this.
It didn't take long for her to notice that she still felt... Off... She wasn't sure how to explain it, maybe it was because she didn't get to finish. She could feel her clit start to swell from arousal, begging for any kind of stimulation.
She began to rub her thighs together, still laying in bed, thriving off the little pleasure it gave her. She didn't know what to think, she just did what her body was clearly asking her, giving into the undeniable urge to pleasure herself again—It went on for a couple minutes.
She couldn't help but think of Mymy again, maybe it was out of morbid curiosity, or some sick twisted desire for her she didn't know she had. Her annoying, egotistical, sister Mymy...
She continued to rub her thighs together, increasing the pressure and pace—It was some bad loop-hole she made up, she wasn't exactly touching herself... No... She wasn't...
Mymy... She wondered if Mymy ever touched herself, well, she really doesn't seem like the type, she really can't even imagine her doing something like that.
Come to think of it, does Mymy ever do anything other than talk about becoming class
representative or about how much she despises Belgiums? Maya wasn't even sure what she did for fun outside of... Whatever she does... She felt like a bad sister for never getting to truly know her, if there was even a part of her who was, perhaps just a normal teenage girl.
Maybe Mymy did touch herself sometimes.
Her clit was pulsing, her panties were soaked again, rubbing her thighs together wasn't enough.
All sense of morality was now gone, she needed more.
Maya stuck her hand down her panties and was now undeniably touching herself to the thought of her own sister. She furiously circled her clit, feeling up her own small button, as moans escaped her mouth.
As soon as things started getting somewhere, and as much as she wanted to keep going, she stopped.
Not out of immense shame or guilt like the last time, although she still felt a little guilty. She... Kind of wanted to see Mymy—she's been thinking of her uncontrollably and maybe just seeing her would bring her some relief? So she can finally just stop being such a disgusting pervert and go back to slicking herself stupid to hentai like usual?
Maya sat up, she probably smelled so bad right now, she HAS been laying in her own dried up fluids for the past hour and the smell of fresh cunt was all over her hands.
She shook her head—she got up and walked to her door, was she really such a degenerate? Slowly, shamefully, opening her door, about to head off to... Mymy's room. Her legs trembled as she felt exhausted despite only walking a couple steps.
"I... I just have to see Mymy, and maybe it'll knock me back to my senses... stupid... annoying... Mymy..."
She quietly mumbled to herself, she hoped to god that Coco or their parents wouldn't see her like this. She planned to just take a look at Mymy and leave, exiting back into her room.
But deep down she knew she would end up doing something stupid. She approached her room, just a few doors over...
Slowly creaking open Mymy's door, and shamefully peeked inside.
Mymy...
Mymy was...
Mymy was just sleeping, comfortably. She kicked her blanket off of her at some point, it was actually pretty hot in her room.
A part of her was disappointed she didn't catch her touching herself like she silently hoped.
She stared at Mymy for a little longer, savouring the little time before someone eventually noticed her creepily staring at Mymy sleeping. She would go back to her room and finish after this... Maybe turn on some hentai... She would...
She knew she wouldn't, she knew the moment she left her room she would do something incredibly stupid and probably unforgivable.
She still hasn't finished, she's been edging herself this whole time. Her panties are soaked with her own fluids and her clit is still pulsing. She can barely see Mymy from here, maybe if she came into her room and stood beside her she'd finally feel satisfied.
She shamefully entered the room closed and locked the door behind her, just in case anyone walks in on her. She slowly creeped towards Mymy, finally getting a better view of her.
She was now standing by her bedside, Mymy was snoring quietly, sleeping on her side. Her hair was expectedly a bit messy, covering her face—it was weird to see her without her
obnoxious big red bow on and her hair unstyled, Mymy usually styled her hair very well.
She was wearing a short black dress with bunnies printed all over it, it was her usual go-to casual outfit, it was admittedly cute. The dress was rather tight, outlining the shape of her body perfectly.
Maya shakily put her finger on Mymy's torso, tracing her finger down to her thigh—examining every crescent and wave her figure made.
Maya retracted her finger and shivered, she could feel the heat grow between her legs. Is she really doing this? To her own sister? Well, she isn't exactly touching her breasts or genitals... It's fine, this is fine. She can leave now, she's had enough.
...
She hasn't really gotten a good look at her face yet, isn't that why she came here? To actually see her? Orange strands of hair are covering most of it, and on top of that she's facing away from her, towards the wall.
She decided to test her limits, if this wouldn't wake her up, then maybe she was truly a deep sleeper?
Maya carefully grabbed ahold of her shoulders, repositioning her body so she was now sleeping on her back. She then anxiously waited to make sure she didn't wake her up or anything, watching for any signs.
She's snoring, her eyes are closed, her body is limp... She's still asleep, she's definitely a deep sleeper.
She sighed a breath of relief, then leaned forward and gently brushed away the stands of hair on her face, If Mymy woke up now... It wouldn't be so bad, I mean she's not exactly doing anything inappropriate to her.
She could see her face clearly now, she looked so cute like this. She could definitely feel the heat and warmth grow between her legs, her clit still felt uncomfortably swollen, she hasn't touched herself since she left her room. She really needs to get off now.
She slipped her fingers into her panties and sunk 2 fingers straight into her hole while staring down at Mymy's chest. She knew what she wanted so badly but she felt like it was a line she couldn't cross. The peaceful, innocent girl had no idea what was going on right now.
She really had no idea... It should be okay if she just gently groped her tits, It wouldn't hurt her or wake her up, I mean she's already repositioned her body without waking her up, this shouldn't wake her up either.
She knows she won't be able to finish without touching her again, she hates herself for this but her lust for her sister was stronger than her dying morality.
She slowly reached her hand out and gently squeezed her tits. She felt Mymy's body twitch at the sudden feeling of her cold hands. It startled her but she was still obviously asleep so she didn't stop. She was a deep sleeper, she had no idea.
Her hand drifted underneath her dress, now feeling her bare swollen tits. They felt soft, warm, her nipples were plump—although she was a bit small in size, she didn't mind at all. Her breast fit into the cup of her hand perfectly.
Maya continued to finger herself whilst groping the sleeping girl's tits, she was glad she locked the door prior—she has no idea what would happen if
somebody walked onto this horrifying crime. The wet sloshing and the grunting sounds that were unwillingly escaping her mouth filled the room, she was getting closer and closer.
She squeezed Mymy's tits harshly as she came into her panties, her legs trembled and she moaned unexpectedly loudly, feeling her walls clench and then pulse around her own fingers, she then shoved her 2 fingers as deep as possible to continue to ride out the long desired orgasm she's been chasing for so long. It was one of the best orgasms she's felt in her life, she panted as she eventually began to recover.
She releases her grip from Mymy's tits, she realized she must've squeezed her so tightly it left a red mark, crescent shaped marks, a reminder of how harshly she dug her nails into her perfect skin while in the midst of cumming. Evidence of the horrible crime she just committed. Mymy would be really fucking confused when she eventually woke up, but she probably think wouldn't blame it on anybody... She's too naive.
She pulled her wet fingers out of her hole and pulled her pants up, the sensation of groping her sister's tits were over.
This was all over now, she should really go now, she's already touched her in the worst ways, she should go back to her room and fall asleep and forget about all of this. Doing any more stupid shit would probably get her caught.
But... she's still asleep, she won't remember this.
Maya, discreetly as possible, gently lifts her dress up, exposing the sleeping girl's panties, if she looked close enough she could see the outline of her cunt molding the flimsy fabric.
She liked that.
She wanted more.
She puts her thumbs into the strap of her underwear and pulls it down, revealing her small virgin cunt.
It was perfect, underneath the hood, she could see her clit slightly perking out. The colour
was rouge, a dusky shade of pink. Her eyes trailed off onto her hole, she wondered how tight she was, was her hymen still intact? Has she ever even fingered herself before? She needed to know.
She was still a bit wet from her strong orgasm a few minutes prior, she stuck her finger down her panties once again and used her own bodily lubricant so she could finger her unconscious sister more comfortably.
She leaned forward and slipped a single finger into her... Extremely tight hole. Even with lubricant she still had to force her way in, the walls squeezed around her. A reminder of how this wasn't consensual, it was probably hard to finger her because she wasn't aroused.
She's still sleeping.
Once her finger was all the way in, she kept it there, not penetrating—just silently cushioned between her walls, enjoying the warm sensation of her sister's vagina wrapped around her finger.
She's still sleeping.
She then began to penetrate her hole, curling to look for her G-spot, this would make it much easier if she was aroused. She's already gotten off, now she's just fingering her unconscious sister out of some sick twisted desire.
As she continued to penetrate her, she could feel her begin to loosen up. Her body was now responding to all the new sensations, even if she wasn't conscious to enjoy it fully.
She could hear small whimpers start to come from Mymy, it was cute. She's still sleeping fortunately, so this was all boiled down to her raw bodily reactions. She didn't need to hear consent from Mymy because her body already did.
This went on for a few more minutes before she could feel that Mymy was loose enough for the originally planned 2 fingers. She coated her index finger in her and her sister's now bonded fluids, her lubricated fingers were now shallowing the entrance of her hole.
She's still sleeping...
She was about to slide them in when—
Mymy woke up.
She's been caught.
This was all a bad idea.
She began to rub her face, before looking at Maya with tired eyes. She didn't look shocked, or horrified, or angry. She must've not realized what exactly was happening to her yet.
The evidence of Maya groping her breast harshy began to sting and her gaze shifted downwards, from Maya's terrified expression onto the sight of her own exposed body.
She didn't kick her, or get up and run away, or scream. She just froze.
"m—maya..?"
Maya's fear quickly turned into seething rage. Why did she have to ruin her perfect moment by waking up? Why did this have to end as quickly as it started? For once Maya finally felt the touch of another person, but Mymy had to ruin it.
Mymy always ruins everything.
Maya didn't say anything, she took her gaze off her sister's now horrified expression and roughly rammed 2 fingers deep into her hole.
Mymy inhaled sharply, probably due to the stinging pain. She instinctively tried to back away, to force Maya to retract her fingers. But she didn't.
She deserved this.
Mymy sounded like she was crying, and spoke to her again, she sounded terrified. She wasn't sure what exactly she was saying, she blocked it all out.
Maya is now purposefully making it painful, adding a third finger into her sister's tight hole. Her hymen must've broke—spots of blood have dripped down onto the bedsheet.
As she continued to finger her, she could feel her birth canal tighten and contract, and the outer lips squeeze around her fingers. She wasn't even trying to look for her G-spot, or make this feel pleasurable for her at all, she wasn't sure what kind of sick desire was making her do this. It gave her a weird sense of power seeing her sister struggle like this.
She hasn't heard her cry in a long time.
Mymy was so uncomfortably tight—It was like her body was trying to force the intrusion out. Maya cringed as she felt her finger-nails accidentally scrape against her sister's walls, fingering somebody when they're no longer wet or aroused in the slightest is surprisingly more difficult than she imagined.
Blood continued to stain the bedsheet—not only from her hymen tearing, but from the walls of her birth canal being torn by her sister's fingers.
She could hear her sister crying, whimpering, saying something unintelligible... but it was all a blur, she wasn't sure what Mymy was doing anymore exactly. She didn't want to look at her pitiful state. She ignored it all. She was only focused on ramming her fingers into her tight, abused, now bleeding, hole.
In the midst of it all, she felt something internally tear.
Something about it brought her back into reality, she retracted her fingers, blood began to pour out of her sister's hole. She really fucked up, this was all evidence she can use against her when she eventually told their parents... or the police. Proof that Maya just brutally raped her in her sleep.
She froze, they both froze.
Mymy must've seen this as a chance to run, before Maya could do anything else, she pulled her panties back up, and bolted past her out of her room.
It must've really hurt to walk or run, but Mymy seemed to care more about getting away from her. As she should, she just raped her and caused her internal damage.
She didn't mean for this to happen, if she stayed asleep this all wouldn't have happened. This is her fault this happened to her.
If only she had just stayed asleep.
She heard the washroom door slam close as the sound of rushing water drowned out her quiet sobs.
Maya was still frozen in the same position that she was in when she first realized she literally torn her insides. Blood and her own fluids stained the bedsheet. Blood was on her fingers too. Mymy's blood.
Amongst the immense disgust and guilt she felt, she felt some type of sick euphoria run down her spine.
She exited Mymy's room, and retreated back to her own. She felt hot, sweaty, disgusting, exhausted, euphoric.
She closed and locked her door and flopped back onto her bed.
She could deal with whatever was about to happen when she woke up. Mymy was probably too naive to realize she was getting raped. She wouldn't tell anybody.
Right?
Chapter 2: So Much Pain...
Chapter Summary
Mymy's POV of the assault.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
After school, into the early evening; Mymy was typing away at her "presentation". Really it was just a bunch of reasons why she should become class representative—but she knew it would be worth the shot considering Vera would never let her present it on it's own.
She was reasonably excited to wake up the next morning, the period before lunch was the classes presentation hour, and on the same day Kiki was having her weekly after-school
pirates club. Kiki and her had a confusing relationship. They would always be bickering with eachother but within the same day she would find herself falling asleep on Kiki's shoulder on the bus-ride home.
When Kiki first began begging Mymy to attend her pirate club, she was reluctant—finding herself just waiting until it was over—but within the third week of attending, she would eagerly make her way to the school library to where it was being hosted. Kiki would go on about pirates and she would go on about dutch culture and history—it would occasionally lead to a few childish arguments, but the ending was always the same; falling asleep on Kiki's shoulder until it was her stop. Despite acting embarrassed about it, it was really one of the
favourite parts of her day.
"7:45 PM"
She's been sitting at her computer since she got back from school, typing away at this presentation, but at last it was finally over with. She smugged and imported her presentation into her orange memory card—then tucked it away into her desk; keeping it safe for the big day tomorrow.
Immediately after, she groans and feels her head starts to ache, probably from staring at her screen for the past few hours. How does maya manage to play on her computer all day and not get her eyes stained? This was horrible!
Maybe it's time for a small nap—that usually cleared her headaches and it would also be nice to relax after working on her presentation pretty much non-stop. She turned off her computer
—the only light illuminating her dark room, unlatched the bow from her hair and climbed into bed; not even bothering to change into pajamas. Really just because she was too lazy and was eager to have a well needed nap.
It didn't take long for her to drift off into a deep sleep.
Her surroundings began to tune in, interrupting her dreams.
She felt a strange sensation of warmth and sliminess coming from in between her legs, she also felt slightly sore—similar to muscles aching after a workout, but... she could feel the soreness throbbing from her lower abdomen.
Her period must've started early, and it just had to be while she was asleep... In bed. She also felt exposed, there was a difference in temperature from her clothed body down to her lower regions. This deeply confused her and immediately pulled her out of her weird trance of being half asleep.
She could think a bit more clearly now and began to rub her eyes. Her breast stung painfully.
She could hear somebody familiar breathing heavily beside her. The warmth between her legs was more obvious now.
Her eyes widened, immediately adjusting to the darkness of the room—somebody was here... Maya... stared back at her.
In the darkness she could make out her expression, she looked shocked, and was sweating profusely. This was weird. Why is she in her room? She felt her face about to heat up from embarrassment—still believing she had just unexpectedly started her period whilst asleep, while Maya was right there.
Her gaze shifted onto her own body. Her panties were pulled down, her own fluids stained her bedsheet and coated the outside of her genitals. She noticed Maya's fingers sitting at the entrance of her hole.
What the fuck was going on?
She felt her heart rate speed up significantly, this wasn't her period, or urine, or a concerning amount of discharge—this was her own bodily lubricant.
She was wet.
"m—maya?"
What should've came out was an furious, demanding voice, but all that came out was a weak, quiet, dry question. Before she could process anything else she felt the fingers ram deep into her hole—she felt them aggressively stretch her insides out. It stung deeply, the feeling of this intrusion forcing itself into her was extremely painful. All her other thoughts, questions,
pains amongst her body were suddenly tuned out in favour of this invasive sensation.
She felt her walls clench tightly around the fingers—instinctively trying to push them out. The throbbing pain worsened, it was similar to period cramps but so, so much worse.
She inhaled sharply, and sat up, and tried to scoot backwards, she felt her back hit the wall, she couldn't back up further, the feeling of the fingers retracting only lasted a second due to
this sudden, sad, attempt at "escaping". The invasion deeply penetrate her once more. It stung so badly, and was so deeply uncomfortable.
She didn't know what to do, so she began to cry. She rarely if ever cried, it made her feel weak, but this is all she felt like in this moment; weak.
Each time the fingers ram itself back into her hole, it felt like it was close to puncturing her cervix then travel deeper into her insides and invade her guts. She knew this wasn't possible, but it fucking felt like it. The way the fingers ram into her burned, like she was getting a rug burn inside of her birth canal. She knew at this point she wasn't having her period, but maybe the lubricant of her own blood would make this less painful.
"m—maya, what are you doing?"
Her voice cracked, she sounded terrified and awfully quiet. But surely they could hear her right? She could hear her desperate pleas? Was that really Maya? Maybe she was mistaken, she didn't really want to look at whoever was doing this to her.
Her eyes were shut tightly but tears continued to run down her face. She continued to endure the painful sensations of this horrible invasion puncture at her insides. She really wanted to run, but she was frozen, she couldn't. She was scared to face whoever was doing this to her.
She felt a third finger roughly force its way into her abused hole.
She wonders how Coco would handle this... She could probably fight them off. She's very good at standing up for herself, especially in tough situations. She always stands up for herself when Mymy pokes fun at her, she would never let herself be pushed around by anybody.
She dissociates, her mind trailing off... Coco would help her, wouldn't she? Maybe she could hear her sobs and come check up on her, saving her from this awful, eternal nightmare. She's really nice... Maybe not to her all the time, and maybe she wasn't all that nice to her
sometimes either, but she knows she would always help her in need. For a small moment she felt comforted by her own thoughts.
She really wishes Coco was here, or Mom, or Dad,
Or Eiko.
The growing pain of being brutally raped pulled her back into reality, interrupting her dissociative escapism somebody coming to save her. All the comfort she felt for a split moment is now gone.
She attempts to slip back into her own mind.
Maya... Maya never leaves her room. She's been like this for many years. Something about the thought of Maya leaves an awful feeling in her stomach. She pulled herself back into reality willingly before her thoughts about Maya could continue.
She felt an awful, intensely painful sensation of nails slicing the inside of her birth canal. She let out an accidental yelp, her voice cracked once again—she couldn't scream loudly if she wanted to. She felt weak, like the sensation of being forcefully penetrated flipped a switch in her body where she physically couldn't move or fight if she tried. All she could do was hold her breath and shut her eyes tightly.
She felt a warm liquid begin to coat the outside of her genitalia, but she knew she was no longer wet.
It was probably blood.
The penetration continued, it was as painful as it was when it first began, her insides were burning. Everything hurt. Unwilling whimpers escaped her mouth, whimpers of pain.
So much pain, so much pain, so much pain.
All she could feel was pain, it felt like her whole life has just been this pain since the beginning. She knew nothing else at that moment.
Something tore inside of her.
The penetration stopped and the fingers finally retracted from her hole. Unplugging her. She opened her eyes and forced herself to look onto this horrific sight, as she knew something
was deeply wrong. A vast trail of warmth left her body, coating her vagina along with her anus with blood—then continued to pool onto her bedsheets.
Maya... was that Maya? Was also frozen—staring down onto the same horrific sight of her bleeding body. Her head was fuzzy.
She felt a long painful throbbing coming from inside of her. Blood continuously was pouring out.
Something was deeply wrong. She needed to get away.
She forced herself out of her dissociative trance and pulled her panties back up. She got off her bed and rushed out of her room in what felt like an instant, not thinking about using this
as a chance to confirm the identity of her attacker. It's Maya.
She awkwardly ran down the hallway, she could feel a tear of blood run down her leg, and down to her ankle.
As she stumbled down the hallway droplets of blood were left behind, staining the carpet.
In what felt like forever, she made her way into the washroom and slammed the door, only a mere 15 seconds have passed since she left her bed, but in her mind it felt like hours. She slammed then shakily locked the door behind her.
The adrenaline faded away and the pain from inbetween her legs hit her like a bullet. She inhaled sharply, every position hurt—standing, sitting, crouching—she turned on the tap water for no particular reason, maybe just to drown out her own thoughts—then sat on the toilet, allowing the blood to pool down into the water below her.
She sat there for a few minutes, clutching her stomach, induring the awful pain. The feeling of the internal tear replayed in her head, she felt nauseous. Clots of blood dripped down into the toilet.
What otherwise would've just been an annoyingly heavy flow, was a terrifying experience knowing that this was not just menstrual blood.
She didn't realize until now—but she was still crying, the warmth of her tears,
the warmth still coating her genitals.
She needed to get all these invasive fluids off of her body.
She took a tissue and wiped herself down, she used around 4.. 5... tissues, until her genitalia was mostly clean of blood. She was still bleeding a bit, but it seemed to calm down. She wiped her tears and forced herself to stop crying.
She wanted to take a shower, but she was scared of being exposed, what if it happened again? Being in the shower was 100 times more vulnerable than just being in bed.
She was so exhausted, but her heart began to race just at the idea of going back to sleep.
Her insides stung greatly as she slowly got up, and washed her hands. All evidence of being raped was now gone, blood was no longer dripping down her leg, her tears were dried up.
Everything was normal again apart from the horrific agony of the tear.
She washed her hands for a long time.
It fucking hurt to stand up.
She really tried not to look at herself in the mirror, but she couldn't help it. Her orange hair was messy, her black roots were more obvious right now since her hair wasn't styled. Her
eyes were still red from crying and her cheeks were red and puffy. But her expression was neutral, tired, despite the traumatic experience she just endured.
She would style her hair again when she woke up the next morning and it'd look like nothing ever happened.
Mymy shifted her gaze back onto washing her hands.
Before she exited the bathroom, she thought about where exactly she was planning to go,
there was no way in hell she was about to go back into her room after the horrific event that just happened. Did she even want to sleep anymore? She wasn't sure. She stood silently in the bathroom for a long time, then double checked if the door was locked and then sat, and eventually laid down onto the cold hard floor. She could just stay here until she felt like leaving.
Her surroundings began to tune out, she didn't fight the sleep, she was exhausted. That night, she fell asleep on the bathroom floor.
While her rapist slept in the comfort of their bed.
Chapter End Notes
aftermath next!! It will be out within a few days
edit 1/12: on hiatus rn but i plan to continue this soon
Chapter 3: The Morning After
Chapter Summary
Aftermath
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The first thing she registered was the tiles so cold it almost stung, then the familiar throbbing pain, and the thin layer of dried blood coating her inner thighs. Together, it was all enough to pull her out of whatever dreamless sleep she'd had on the cold bathroom floor. She felt horrible, Intrusively retracting back to the horrible event last night which explained her very situation. She didn't immediately burst into tears, or storm out of the bathroom demanding
answers from Maya, she just layed there; hair spilt all over the tiles, shamefully still, staring at nothing on the hard cold floor.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Mymy? Are you okay in there?"
The voice of her mother and the knocking on the washroom door startled her.
"U—uh... Yeah!" She stammered, voice hoarse. She slowly lifted herself up to open the door, in a way that wouldn't make it painful. Before unlocking it, she remembered her mother probably saw the puddle of blood she left behind, and the droplets on the carpet... leading into the washroom she confined herself in. She felt her face heat up from embarrassment.
Coco and dad probably saw by now too, and... Maya. Shit.
She creaked the door open just enough to peer her face out,
"I washed your bedsheets already, I know this was an accident but if this happens again you'll have to clean everything up yourself, understood?" Her mother's voice was stern but she could tell that she didn't want to be too upset with her.
"Okay..."
Mom then handed over her usual school uniform—a white long-sleeved collared polo, an orange tie to go along with it, a navy blue skirt that's length was just above the knees, her favourite, bright, red, bow... and... clean panties.
She awkwardly thanked her, trying not to make eye-contact, her mom probably thought it was because she was still embarrassed—but really it was because she was deeply hurt and ashamed. This was not an embarrassing menstrual accident—this was the result of getting brutally raped in her sleep. Mom would be horrified knowing she just cleaned the aftermath of a sex crime.
She then stiffly wiggled on her school uniform, her heart beat sped up when she had to actually get naked to change into her new clothes. She whined when pulling up her skirt too fast sent shocks of pain from her abdomen up her spine. Everything still hurt, all the same, familiar pain coming back to haunt her. She didn't bother putting on her bow, her hair was undone, having her bow would make it look worse.
She thought to herself, she'd have to do her presentation some other day, a failing grade would be better than needing to go back into her room.
An hour prior to this, down the hall, laid in the comfort of her bed was Maya.
Maya woke up suddenly, not to anything particular, maybe it was the experience of the night prior jolting her awake. Her heart rate immediately began to spike. The night prior... Mymy...
She raped her.
Her first instinct was to check up on Mymy, did she tell anyone? She needed to know. But at the same time she wanted to avoid her at all costs. God, she didn't know what she was feeling exactly, what should've been deep regret was only the fear of Mymy telling anyone and the tension lingering in the air of the familiar euphoria. She didn't know what to do.
6:30AM
It was an hour before everybody usually woke up for school, she didn't need to see Mymy yet, she didn't want her to confront her about last night. That fear was stronger than anything else. At the very least she didn't want to be there in the house if Mymy had told anyone that morning. If anyone would even believe her that is.
She kicked off the blankets, slipped into her familiar red hoodie, gathered her hair into a
loose bun. After a shaky breath, she eased her door open with a quiet creak, silently hoping Mymy was still asleep.
She looked up and down the hall, no sign of Mymy, and no sign of anybody awake yet.
Good.
She looked down, dried droplets of blood stained the carpet, in a noticeable line, leading to the bathroom across the hall. She didn't remember being that violent with her, was it really that serious?
A wave of shame washed over her, she didn't mean to hurt Mymy that badly... If only she had just taken it and didn't cry and whine about it like a baby then maybe she wouldn't have gotten so angry and rough with her. At least she actually let her go, at least when the bleeding happened, she didn't make it worse. Mymy has always been so dramatic, that's just how she is.
Maya didn't feel like eating breakfast that morning, or doing anything that could withhold escaping the house. She just took her school bag and left. She'd deal with Mymy later, everything will be okay. Right?
Mymy waddled downstairs, and that day was the first time she ever took painkillers, it would make the next few hours bearable enough. Coco just smiled at her and pretended like she didn't see anything, Maya must've left for school early.
At least when she got to school and had to see her, her friends and Coco would be around. She could probably just avoid her all day, and they don't share all the same classes.
"C'mon Mymy!" Coco said brightly, gesturing to Mymy to follow her outside. It pushed her out of her train of thought and she quietly followed Coco out the door.
The air outside was cool compared to her room, it felt nice. A breath of fresh air was soothing, seeing Coco was comforting, it gave her a small sense of normality riding her bike to school with Coco like always, as if nothing ever happened. Coco was talking about the presentation and how she thinks she'll ace it, Mymy just kept nodding and trying to sound as normal as possible, attempting to savor this moment before it was gone forever.
When they arrived at school, Coco waved bye as they parted and she happily caught up to her friends already waiting for her. Coco has geography first, and she has mathematics first.
Dang it. She honestly wasn't even sure if Maya was in math too, she never paid attention to that class or who was even in it.
Mymy just sighed and pushed her way through the crowd, fixating on the ground, in case she ran into Maya.
Bad idea. She felt herself bump into somebody. Her heart dropped.
Maya—
Kiki turned around.
It was just Kiki, a wave of relief washed over her.
"Hey, watch it Mymy!" Kiki teased. "Um, sorry"
Mymy stared as she watched the smile on her face turn into a look of confusion.
"No offense," Kiki said, glancing her up and down, "but you look kind of rough today."
Fucking obviously, she got raped last night.
"Did you not have time to do your hair? And where's your bow?" She pointed, genuinely confused.
Mymy pulled back.
"I didn't wanna be late!" She blurted, sounding way too defensive for what was a genuine question.
This answer seemed to satisfy Kiki, she was used to Mymy sometimes overreacting. She just smiled again and told Mymy they should get to class now or they'd both be late. Mymy followed closely after her.
When they got to class, before sitting down, Mymy quickly scanned the room. Maya wasn't there, maybe she wasn't even in this class after all. She felt spared.
That class was a blur, the painkillers mostly subsided the aching pain, but it was still silently there. Even if there was little pain, something still felt off down there, misplaced, rearranged, this feeling sent shivers up her spine. If she just focused on doing math it would distract her well enough.
Next period was history, she knew Maya was in that class. The time passing felt horrible, each minute just ticking closer to when she'd have to face Maya. Why did she do this to her? Why did she do this to herself? So many questions that she won't have answers to anytime soon. Maybe she could skip, but she didn't want to be in the halls if Maya was skipping too. Then she might be alone with her. At least if she went to class and Maya was there she would
be surrounded by their classmates, a buffer between them. Stupid Maya. She was never scared of anything until Maya did that to her
Before she could think any further, the bell rang.
She held her breath. Maybe... maybe Maya wasn’t even here today—but that loner could be anywhere.
Coco... Coco will be in class with her. It's whatever, it'll be fine, she repeated to herself.
She hesitantly entered, looking down. She didn't even want to know if Maya was there or not.
She waddled to her desk and sat down, not looking at anybody. She felt like Maya was watching her—even if she wasn't sure if she was there at all. More of her classmates trickled in, Stan, Cato, Tryn... More chattering, shuffling, bags opening, complaining—then finally, Coco walked in with a smile on her face as usual.
"Hoi Mymy!" Coco chirped as she sat down beside her. Mymy let out a weak smile then went back to staring down at her desk.
After Coco brought out some notes from her bag, Mymy noticed her peering behind them—where Maya usually sat, oh god.
"Oh, where's Maya?" She asked, noticing her apparent absence. Maya wasn't here. She was spared, a second time.
"I don't know," Mymy answered honestly.
Before the conversation could continue, Vera began to call students up one by one to present their history presentation. It was boring, everyone around them was noticeably slacking off. History class has always been boring. Mymy spaced out the entire time, and as soon as she knew it, her name was called.
"Mymy? You're up next." Vera called, with the usual unenthusiastic tone in her voice.
"I forgot my memory card at home." Mymy confessed bluntly, she didn't care to admit that she straight up didn't have it, she didn't care much for this class and she had more important things on her mind right now. Vera just sighed and told her to come to her office after class, whatever.
"Coco, your turn."
Coco happily walked to the front and began reciting something about "love in Japan." She probably got it from... Maya. Why did everything have to circle back to Maya? It's like she was haunting her.
Mymy tried to tune out all the naive things Coco was saying, and obviously getting in trouble by Vera as she tried to turn on an "example." Mymy cringed and looked away, if she wasn't
so on edge today she probably would've started laughing, but something inside of her was dead.
Vera then scolded Coco and demanded her to meet her in her office after class too. Class was dismissed after that.
Mymy limped out of class after everybody else, the painkillers were already beginning to fade, and the familiar ache began to creep in. She could go sit down somewhere, or maybe spend lunch hour at home.
She was halfway down the hall when Coco hurried up behind her.
"We’re supposed to meet Vera in her office," she reminded, reaching out and tugging lightly at Mymy’s sleeve.
Mymy’s heart jolted.
"Don’t—!" she blurted, jerking away before she could stop herself.
Coco froze, a look of confusion spread across her face—then her expression softened.
"Oh! Sorry Mymy," she said gently. "But we should really go to Vera’s office. I don’t want us getting in trouble for that too."
Mymy steadied herself. "Yeah, yeah... I'm going," She turned around, heading back. Coco trailed behind her.
Once they arrived, Vera told them both to sit with a stern look. Mymy unnoticeablely winced in pain as she sat. Why couldn't she just be left alone for once? Needing to do all these things when she just wanted to go home and lie in bed. Coco had a look of genuine confusion, probably wondering why she even had to be there in the first place. Vera firmly told them both to spend their lunch hour in the mediatheek to work on a new presentation. Coco was asking questions, Mymy blocked most of it out, it was hard to focus on anything when the aching and now burning was distracting her. And on top of that she still didn't know where Maya was.
Vera eventually dismissed them, gesturing them out the door. Ignoring her aching pain—sped walk to the mediatheek, leaving Coco behind. If she wasted no time, she could get her presentation done before lunch hour ended and she would be able to just rest somewhere for
the remainder of the period.
Coco was still infront of the office door, adjusting her bag. "I'll catch up in a minute!" She yelled as Mymy was already half-way through the hall.
As she was about to close the door behind her, Vera spoke.
"One last thing, could you try finding Maya? She'll be working in the mediatheek too." "Sure!" Coco beamed. She closed the office door behind her.
Hmm... Maya... Maya would probably be hiding in a bathroom stall right now. It's lunch hour afterall.
Rather than following Mymy to the mediatheek, Coco veered right and made her way up to the second floor...
Ever since Maya had arrived at school, she's been hiding in a bathroom stall. It was lunchtime now, and her back ached from sitting hunched over in the cramped space for hours now. A heavy regret has been churning in her stomach—finally realizing the weight of her decision.
She really shouldn't have been so rough with Mymy. Maybe If she’d made her cum instead of making her bleed, then things would’ve been different. Maybe then Mymy would’ve enjoyed it.
Instead, Maya kept imagining her desperately telling somebody—their parents, the police, Coco... with clear evidence between her legs.
She heard the bathroom door creak open, followed by a familiar voice. The sound of footsteps echoed softly as they drew closer to her locked stall.
"Maya?"
Oh god. Mymy definitely told Coco and now she was looking for her.
Maya's heart began to pound so quickly she felt light-headed. This was it, this was the end for her.
"Maya I know you're in here, Vera told me to come find you and bring you to the mediatheek so we can work on our presentations."
Ohhh... The presentations...
With everything that had happened, she honestly forgot about it. Now relieved that she wasn't caught, she answered—stumbling to unlock the stall door. Honestly a little relieved she would have an excuse to leave, her back really ached from that.
"Y—yeah... I'm here," Maya stammered, hastily fixing her messy hair bun, trying to look somewhat presentable after spending the last few hours crammed in a bathroom stall. Coco just smiled and told her to follow her.
The walk there was silent. Coco had no idea, didn't she? It was honestly uncomfortable being near her. Maya clutched her bag closer to her and fixed her eyes on the ground.
Back at the mediatheek—Mymy, really, really tried to focus on editing her new presentation. She sat hunched over, laptop glowing in front of her, blinds closed, no one else was in the mediatheek with her. But she couldn't focus no matter how much she tried.
That awful, awful tear.
It's almost like she could feel it happening all over again. Tears began to well up in her eyes just from reminiscing on it. God, if it's this bad to the point where she's crying in public, then maybe that's a time to just go home. Maya already saw her cry, and Coco seeing her cry would probably be even worse. She can't focus like this.
She closed her laptop and slipped it into her bag, then shakily stood up and began her descent. She'll just tell Coco she isn't feeling well if she happened to run into her on the way out. A wave of dizziness made her stumble a few feet forward but she forced herself to just keep walking.
She was almost to the door when Coco barged in.
"Hoi Mymy!" Coco said, then her expression immediately shifted into concern.
"Are you okay? You look a bit pale..." Coco reached out and tried to press her hand onto Mymy's forehead but Mymy jolted back instead.
Coco then said something else but Mymy couldn't process it. She didn't respond to Coco. She didn't even yell at her when she tried to put her hand onto her.
Then she realized what it was.
Somebody else was with Coco.
Maya stood 5 feet away. They locked eyes.
She looked sick, something... something about last night... her world was spinning.
Mymy faintly heard Coco shout her name, but it was too late. Everything went dark.
Chapter End Notes
This chapter took a really really long time sorry abt that 😭 I'm very excited to continue this though, I have a lot of plans for future chapters so bare with my mediocre writing
Chapter 4: i need you
Chapter Summary
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Chapter Notes
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"Mymy!?"
Following Coco's yelp, a loud thud echoed through the mediatheek as soon as Mymy hit the ground. Maya flinched.
Coco gasped, dropped her bag and rushed forward, kneeling down beside her.
Her hair was spilled across her face as she laid unconsciously. Coco gently shook her by the shoulders.
"Mymy..."
Coco called out a second time and brushed the hair away from her face, noticing how visibly ill she was—her face was sickly pale, her lips were chapped and she had a certain exhaustion on her face. Coco had never seen Mymy like this before, something was very wrong.
Maya stood a few feet away, heart racing in her chest. She wanted to come closer but she wasn't sure if it was out of genuine concern for her sister or out of some sick desire to see her weak and vulnerable again. She didn't move and helplessly watched, wide-eyed.
"Coco... m-maybe—"
"Maya please go find some help! I'll stay with her."
Coco interrupted, with worry in her voice but she could tell she was trying to keep it together.
Maya didn't reply and used this as a chance to get away, she hurried down the hall and waved down the first teacher she saw.
The next hour was a blur. Mom was called to drive Mymy to the hospital when she awoke disoriented, ill and confused—though not severe enough to have an ambulance called. Maya didn't see much else after she and Coco were ordered to return to their classes. Coco was
nervous after that—something Maya rarely saw. She was rightfully worrying about Mymy, her little sister, who just passed out infront of her. The only thing Maya was really scared of after that was if Mymy would tell anybody at the hospital. God, what has become of her.
Maya sat in her last class, not paying attention to anything and lost in her own mind, pondering on the same string of questions;
Do I only regret hurting her? Do I regret doing it at all?
Is she really that scared of me now? Whats going to happen next?
That she still couldn't figure out for herself.
Once Mymy arrived at the hospital, she was transported into her own room. She shut her eyes tightly to block out the bright fluorescent lights blinding her. Her blood was drawn and after; given painkillers via IV, turning the twisted pain into numbing relief for the first time in what felt like forever. Her mom was sitting in a chair next to the bed, comforting her.
Her mind couldn't help rewind everything. Maya looked just as shocked as she was, she doesn't remember much after that but... in her most helpless states, she imagined Coco saving her.
In reality all Coco did was bring them together again. Deep down she knew Coco had no idea what happened between them but she still couldn't help but feel a twist of bitterness inside of her.
She was able to rest for a little bit before being bombarded with questions that were uncomfortable to hear and to answer;
"What are your symptoms?" "Are you on your period?" "When did the pain begin?"
With each answer, she could hear the nurse making notes. Mymy was exhausted and just wanted to rest, with the time she had until she was eventually discharged and had to be around Maya again.
The nurse thanked her for answering as best she could, and then left the room saying she'd come back with her results.
She considered telling somebody what Maya did to her, but who would believe her? Maya, the loner, who stayed in her room all day. In fact, Mymy actually never really saw her much these days—Maya became more and more isolated as the years went on. Of course, Maya might protest against it and their parents would take her side instead, Mymy was adopted
after all and Maya was their real daughter. Really she could ponder on about all these reasons why it would be a bad idea, but she didn't want to think about it anymore. She just wanted to sleep now.
Just as she tried to get comfortable with the IV taped into her arm, the same nurse returned and listed her diagnosis'.
Early signs of a vaginal infection and evidence of significant bleeding.
...
That was it?
With all the pain Mymy has been experiencing she expected more, but she wasn't going to complain. At least they weren't asking to examine her or anything... maybe she could be left alone after this?
Then the nurse asked her mom to briefly leave the room, closed the door, then softly spoke to her.
"Mymy, this is a safe place, we aren't going to force you to answer if you don't want to but the results that we recieved were a bit concerning and may indicate sexual abuse, so we're required to ask if something happened to you."
Mymy's heart sunk.
...
This is her chance
But...
who would believe it was Maya?
"Nothing happened, I was... just experiencing with myself, I didn't realize it would give me an infection."
Her throat stung with lies.
The nurse accepted this answer but reminded if she had anything else to say they could help her.
Mymy just nodded and the nurse exited the room, saying she'll be back with medication to treat the infection. Mom re-entered briefly afterwards with a juice box and some snacks for her, Mymy took a few sips of the juice box but she wasn't hungry or thirsty, she just wanted to sleep.
Falling asleep was hard with all the hospital noises, but she didn't really care at that point, she was so incredibly exhausted. Her surroundings began to fade out and, she eventually drifted off to sleep.
The last class flew by, and suddenly school was over.
Maya didn't really feel like talking to Coco on the bike-ride home from school. She was talking about how worried she was about Mymy and that she hoped she was doing better at the hospital, she wondered what could've happened to her.
Maya bit her lip. She knew exactly what happened.
All that came out was a weak nod at all of Coco's questions as they continued pedaling. Silence laid between them for a few minutes until it was interrupted by Coco again.
"Not to embarrass Mymy or anything, but maybe it has something to do with the blood this morning?"
"...Probably," Maya replied nervously.
The blood... The amount of blood shocked her when she woke up that morning. She never saw what was left on the sheets, though.
Was it as bad as she remembered? Maybe she'll take a peak in Mymy's room when she home if it hadn't already been cleaned.
...
If Mymy told anybody and they ordered an investigation, could her DNA be traced on the
sheets? I mean, she was there that night, and her fingers were also covered in her blood as it dripped down onto the bed.
This was stupid.
Mymy won't tell anyone, would she?
But she'll need to check if it was cleaned just to make sure, and if it wasn't she'll clean it herself, she really doesn't want to be caught because of how stupid she was that night.
She pedaled faster home, passing Coco, and then rushed upstairs—and hesitantly opened Mymy's door.
Maya timidly looked onto Mymy's bed.
Which was... spotless, even the carpet was scrubbed clean and the slight tang of cleaning
products hung in the air. Thank god, somebody must've cleaned it, maybe Mom did. She just unknowingly cleaned the aftermath of her daughter's rape, which was... great. At least for Maya.
The room was only illuminated by the sun's light shining through the window which gave the room a warm nostalgic feel—despite everything that has happened. Nature doesn't care about terrible incidents, life just goes on.
Maya feels some sort of relief from her guilt at that thought, even if it didn't mean anything.
She slowly crept forward, and closed the door behind her, just like last night. Except Mymy wasn't there.
She just stood awkwardly in the middle of the room—not knowing what else to do, she looked around Mymy's room. There was a huge VOC flag hung up on the orange painted walls, right... Mymy is just like that. She liked how Mymy had such a distinct personality, she probably ruined it now, but... the evidence still lingered in her room.
She looked among the shelves, a shiny golden trophy read:
"KORFBALL CHAMPIONSHIP"
Right... Mymy also likes korfball, she honestly forgot she was good enough at it to get trophies of it.
...
A few tears ran down her cheek.
She's so stupid. She'll never see this version of Mymy again, she traumatized her too badly.
She ruined her.
She raped her.
Mymy hates her.
No, no, no, she can fix this. She can show Mymy she wasn't a total monster, she can be gentle. Maya buried then wiped her tears away with her sweater. She needs Mymy, she'll make it up to her, she knew exactly what to do.
Maya walked out of Mymy’s room, she closed the door quietly behind her, turned around and met face to face with… Coco, with the usual dumb smile on her face. Oh god.
“U—uh… I was just—“
“Hoi Maya! Do you mind signing the get-well card I’m making for Mymy?”
Coco took out the card from behind her back, with a pen in her other hand. Not seeming to question why Maya was coming out of Mymy’s room.
She might as well sign it so Coco would leave her alone.
Maya lazily scribbled her name onto the get-well card, Coco thanked her and left. She didn’t think much of it. Now… she just needed to wait until Mymy got home. Which shouldn’t be long. She went into her room, flopped onto her bed, and decided to just mope around until
she came back.
…
She really needs to feel her touch again.
Mymy jolted awake when her mom gently shook her as the nurse came back with the prescription. Mom didn't notice, but she still felt embarrassed for visibly flinching at such a harmless gesture. Was she going to be like this forever now? Did... Maya ruin her that badly?
It's just mom.
Mymy collected herself as the nurse removed the IV, handed mom the prescription and instructions on when Mymy should take it.
Every night, every morning, and to rest easy.
She can do that.
All while avoiding Maya at least.
The drive home was quiet. Mymy rested her head, she wasn't crying or noticeably upset, she was just silent—looking out the car window.
She really didn't want to think about Maya, so she thought about Kiki... Kiki would probably be mad that she didn't show up to the pirate club that day, but she could explain she was at
the hospital. She nearly giggled to herself imagining her sudden bluntness about the hospital would make Kiki stammer awkwardly apologizing, she liked messing with Kiki sometimes. Maybe one day, things would go back to the way they were before...
The familiar sadness crept up on her again.
Mom looking in the car-view mirror, noticing Mymy's gloominess. She decided to cheer her up a little by pulling out a stroopwafel juice box—just for her. Mymy perked up noticing it. Mom smiled softly as she handed it to her.
Mymy let out a genuine slight smile for the first time since... It didn't matter right now.
She happily sipped the juice-box... it distracting her of any thoughts about that night.
Mymy soon arrived home, finishing the last of her stroopwafel juice. Mom told her to rest and that she’d make her some chicken soup for dinner, that actually made her realize she hasn’t really ate anything today—her mind was too busy. Then she realized, where was she going to go? She obviously didn’t want to return to her room. So… she settled herself on the couch, turning on the TV and letting cartoons illuminate the dark room, letting herself just forget about everything for a bit.
The moment Maya heard the downstairs door click open, she bolted up.
She peaked from behind the staircase, and looked into the living room. Mom was making dinner, but where was Mymy?
Maya crept forward and peered into the living room, where Mymy was curled up in blankets watching TV. She looked cute.
She was far enough away so Mymy wouldn’t notice her.
But… maybe it’s too early to reappear in her life again, this morning Mymy fainted, who knows how’d she react now—and to make it worse Mom was right there.
Maya continued staring at Mymy, rethinking her decisions.
Maybe she’d wait until tonight, when everybody was in bed. It’ll be just her and Mymy again. She won’t hurt her, or scare her, she’ll… apologize for hurting her so badly.
It just had to be tonight.
Maya retracted her steps back upstairs, Coco was about to head into her room.
She had an idea.
"...Umm Coco?" Coco turned around cheerfully, "Yes Maya?"
"I was wondering if..." Maya looked around embarrassingly, "I could... give Mymy the get-well card?" Her voice dragged with hesitation, it was usually hard approaching Coco first
because she was so... over the top all the time—but now it was even worse considering what's happened, even if she was unaware.
Coco's face lit up.
"That's so nice of you Maya!" She pulled the get-well card from her pocket and handed it to her. "You're such a good sister, Mymy will be so happy!" She patted her on the head a few
times before going back into her room. Maya cringed. She was a horrible sister but...
She looked onto the small get-well card sitting in her hands.
"GET WELL SOON MYMY!"
was written in brightly coloured markers, surrounded by sparkling glitter glue and her and Coco's signature. Coco's was nice and neatly written unlike Maya's which was lazily scribbled on.
Maybe, maybe this will be a start to making things better.
Maya then left to hide in her room until night, nervously anticipating to when she would make amends to Mymy. She rehearsed her apology until then.
Later that night, Mymy still felt off. She's been watching cartoons... all afternoon. It was boring but, better than returning to her room. For dinner like Mom promised, they had Chicken soup which tasted okay. Maya didn't show up for dinner.
Mom told her to take her medication, pills to help treat the infection and painkillers, hopefully it would be enough to help her sleep for the night, if she was even able to. From there, she went back to the couch, she would sleep there. If anything happened she'll... lock herself in the bathroom again and sleep there instead.
Mymy tried her best to fall asleep, the new painkillers still needed time to work, so all she felt right now was uncomfortable burning. She was very, very exhausted, despite napping that day. Her mind kept trailing back to Maya, what if Maya came downstairs? What if Maya did it again? Would she do it again?
But, at one point, the exhaustion and the desperate need for sleep won against the racing thoughts. Mymy fell asleep whether she wanted to or not.
11:34 PM
So it was night, just as Maya wanted.
Maya carefully, staying as stealthy as possible, tiptoed downstairs. Pausing at every loud creak the floorboards made, she didn't want to freak Mymy out when she woke her up, she's been rehearsing ever since she returned to her room.
She peeked out into the living room, Mymy was laying down, definitely asleep.
She really really didn't want to scare her, but...
She needs her right now.
Maya continued, maybe if it wasn't dark she would look less threatening? Before heading to the couch, she flicked on just one light so the room was warmly dim.
She looked back at where Mymy was asleep.
She came closer, and neatly stood beside her—basically hovering over her.
Just like that night. She felt the same feelings she did, but if she wanted Mymy back she would need to be patient.
She held her breath and gently, gently shook her awake.
please don't freak out please don't freak out.
pleasedontfreakoutpleasedontfreakoutpleasedontfreakoutpleasedontfreakout
Mymy suddenly jolted awake with a sharp gasp, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. The movement was violent—almost like she had been electrocuted in her sleep. Maya flinched back.
The imagined slow, gentle transition of her maybe blinking softly, not realizing what was happened yet until she was eventually able to tell who was with her—just never happened. Mymy's body knew what was going on until her mind did. Maya began to just awkwardly stammer, trying to remember what she's been rehearsing for so long only to be met with a blank mind.
Mymy's fault again for being so jumpy and catching her off guard. This is her fault she won't get a better apology now.
Maya stared at her bitterly while Mymy's panic began to worsen. She had to remind herself to not lash out at Mymy again or their parents might wake up from all the noise, despite the
same rage that stirred in her.
"M—Mymy-.." She stuttered. Maya's voice must've brought Mymy fully into reality, she immediately scrambled backwards into the couch until she physically couldn't anymore, her arm hit the armrest and she began to violently tremble and tears began to uncontrollably stream down—she buried her face into her hands and her sobs swelled in intensity.
Maya didn't even touch her.
She wasn't that traumatized was she?
She might wake their parents up if she continues to cry like this.
"Mymy please listen, please listen to me..." Maya pleaded, she didn't know how to calm Mymy down—she didn't know what she expected. Mymy wiped her tears and looked away, she was trembling so badly she was struggling to get up. She pushed herself forward and tried to leave. Ignoring her.
"I'm sorry Mymy, please don't go," Maya wanted to reach out and grab her wrist but she knew that would make things worse.
Mymy took a few wobbly steps but inevitably fell forward, her legs were too weak and unsteady to get away. Maya stepped forward but stopped herself again.
Mymy gasped for air and turned, facing Maya whilst still on the floor.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me? Please don't," Mymy cried, choking through sobs. "Please..." She wanted to feel angry but she was only paralyzed with fear.
Maya crouched down to get on her level, in an attempt to break the power imbalance between them. "I won't touch you Mymy, I promise," Maya gestured to the space between them. "See? You're fine." She forced a nervous smile to make the tension less intense.
Mymy continued to softly cry, she wanted to ignore her again but she was scared she would lash out.
So...
She let herself notice the warm light shone onto both of them and the low volume of the
cartoons that were quietly still present—it wasn't dark, and in a locked room, behind closed doors like that night, maybe... this really is different.
Mymy held onto that small hope, anything to calm her down and not the impending doom be true. Please don't let it be true.
Mymy let out a shaky nod, and sniffled.
"Don't wake up mom and dad please, if they see us they'll think we're fighting and we'll both get in trouble," She pulled out the get-well card from behind her back.
"I promise I'll never hurt you again, I know I did something bad but," Maya looked away in shame, "I wasn't thinking, it just happened."
She bit her lip and paused, she wasn't sure if Mymy was still listening but continued anyway. "I know that's a shitty explanation but, I don't know what else to say, I'm sorry."
Mymy didn't move, she didn't take the get-well card yet either. She just stared. She's stopped crying now but was still breathing unsteadily.
"o-okay..." She mumbled, she took the card with jittery hands and held it close.
"I'll talk to you more tomorrow okay? I won't bother you for the rest of the night, you can... sleep in your room if you want." Maya got up and took a long shaky breath. This almost went terribly.
She began to retreat to the stairwell, she turned around one last time and forced an awkward smile, "Goodnight Mymy."
Mymy was still sitting on the ground with puffy eyes and holding the get-well card in her hands, she didn't bother to even look at it yet. Anger built up in her as Maya's footsteps
became more and more distant until she faintly heard her door close.
The old Mymy would've fought back. The old Mymy would've yelled.
The old Mymy would've torn her get-well card apart.
But the new Mymy just sat there sniffling.
She wiped her tears and slowly crawled back onto the couch, she badly wanted to sleep in her room but she was not only scared of Maya, she felt scared of the room itself. She felt stupid for this, and her anger once again turned into the familiar fear.
Eventually, she stopped shaking as badly but spasms occasionally flashed through her body. It was hard to fall back asleep after that, even though nothing exactly happened.
And for a second night, her rapist slept in the comfort of their bed.
Chapter End Notes
now that day 2 is out of the way things will get more interesting after this
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