Tightrope (Bee’s Paradox)…Part 2

The room went eerily silent for a minute.
Mum was the first to sit down; Uncle Steve followed shortly after.
“Your father?” Uncle Steve asked in barely a whisper.
“Yes Uncle, your brother.”
She was cleaning her wounds, wryly eyeing her mum from the corner of her eyes.
“What NONSENSE! What kind of incest is this? You have both brought shame into this family “, Uncle Steve blurted out in anger.
On and on he went, ranting in the famed family temper.
Mum still hadn’t said a word. She kept her eyes firmly on the ground.
“How did this happen” Uncle Steve asked.
Bee paused to think about it.
It was a Friday night, about six months after she got back. She had refused to hang out with her friends that night simply because she had a novel she wanted to finish.
She was in her room when her parents got back home. She heard a bit of shouting and assumed they were fighting each other again. It was funny; they’d go out together, get half drunk, come home fighting, at peace in the morning and more fights in the evening. She had come to accept that it was their way of showing love to each other.
Thirty minutes later, she walked down to get a drink of water. Dad was on the couch, glass of brandy in hand, eyes on the television. She tiptoed her way to the kitchen to help herself. On her way back, her dad turned to look at her as she climbed the stairs.
“Good night daddy” she called out.
He shrugged, mumbled good night and turned back to the tv
It was a few minutes after 1am when she thought she heard her door open. She had fallen asleep after hearing another round of muffled arguments from her parents.
She felt his hands on her before she heard him…or smelt him. The thick smell of brandy filled her nostrils.
“Dad?”
She couldn’t believe it was him because the hands she felt were finding their way underneath her sleeping top and roughly caressing her breasts… even before she had time to react.
“DADDY!!!!!”
She tried to push him off and get off the bed, but in the struggle that followed she got her top ripped and was pinned down to the bed.
Her face was into her pillow and her screams were muffled.
She felt rough hands pulling at her shorts and the next thing she knew, he had entered her; thrusting deeply and wildly.
The more she struggled the wilder he thrust. It seemed like he was enjoying the fact that she was struggling. She tired out quickly and went limp.
He came and still pinning her to the bed, he hitched up his shorts and quickly walked out of the room.
Bee was too tired to move. She couldn’t believe what just happened… she had been just been raped by her father.
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When she was done with her story, Uncle Steve was sitting down, totally dumbfounded.
Mum casually picked her phone and called dad.
“Come to your brother’s hospital, it’s an emergency” pause “yes” pause “it’s Bee!”
She hung up. “He’s on his way”
Bee folded her arms, crossed her legs and relaxed on the chair.
Shit was about to hit the fan!