Lost In her Embrace ~Chapter 17 PART 5 My fucking Mac! -An oversight that ended it all

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The narrative presented within the pages of this book draws inspiration from real-life events and experiences. Certain characters and situations have been dramatized for artistic purposes, serving to embellish the story with elements of fiction. However, in a bid to protect the identities of the individuals involved, all characters, real or fictional, are portrayed through artificial intelligence-generated images, reflecting general features resembling their physical aspects. These fictionalizations in no way detract from the truthfulness and authenticity of the emotions, thoughts, and themes explored in this book. The authors have crafted this tale through extensive study of personal diaries and real photographs, blurring the lines between fantasy and reality in an evocative narrative meant to provoke and inspire deep introspection in the reader. Please consider this warning as you embark on this journey and enjoy the interplay of truth and fantasy woven skillfully together.

My fucking Mac! -An oversight that ended one thing and started another.

I still had a bit of a normal life to live and worked two days a week at the office, one day observing a team at another hospital we were training in our methods and the other two days optional for work from home or in the office depending on needs of the moment. The new woman I was training for my position was doing a good job so I spent less time in the office. A few of the staff were friends and four of them I had socialized with wanted to order dinner delivered to my apartment pool area for us to have a late afternoon swim and drink or four (for any who were not driving)

It was a nice warm evening for us to talk and laugh away from the stress of the jobs we did as a team. Trina, my best friend for years and someone I had helped through the hard time of a divorce that was her fault and to pull her out of a downward spiral of drinking and stealing drugs from the hospital and got her away from her addiction in silence. I kept her confidence and supported her by staying with her and her with me for a few weeks of the hardest time.

My apartment being on the ground floor and near the pool my door was left unlocked for pee breaks and keeping the drinks chilled. The table we used was just across the pool fencing to sit things over onto it. I had music coming out the window. It was a sweet set up. We had done this a few times over the last couple of years.

We all had on damp swimsuits. Being familiar with my house after spending many nights there in the past, Trina thought nothing of going to the closet where she knew some towels would be to use as leg covers or wraps for the cool evening air that was moving in.

I knew to turn off my laptop after making my last entry in my journal to save battery. I hit the off button and closed it as usual but of late it had been running some inner program and not shutting down properly.

I had ***********ed the exact wrong place to put my laptop out of view and for no reason other than my knowing what was on it. I expected it to be shut down but still the guilt of seeing it on my bedroom desk got to me and I picked it up and went to my closet with it. The self with the extra towels was an easy place to slide it under them.

Not being shut down it started running its self diagnostics generating heat under the towels.

It was several minutes before one of the women said “ Where did Trina get to? She didn’t leave did she? “

I needed to pee and stood up just as she came out the door and stopped in her tracks and looked at me with a look of utter disbelief that stopped me too. She nodded for me to come in there and turned and went back to my apartment. I could see through the window that she did not stop in the living room and went back to the bedroom with my laptop in her hand.

My gut leapt into my throat.

That fucking Mac! It didn’t shut down again! I am so fucked! Fuuuuuck.!!

My mind screamed as I made my way on shaky legs to my bedroom.

As soon as I entered the room, my best friend, the one I had done so much for, slapped me so hard it made me scream and stagger grabbing my face and touching my lip which had started to bleed, I looked at her puzzled, scared. Then she pushed me onto the bed where my laptop was.

“Stay there, damn it. I’ll tell our friends that you slipped and twisted your ankle and hit your face on the bed when you fell down. They’ll come over, say good night and leave”

Then we’ll talk… You sick cunt! What the fuck Becky?! ― She mumbled to me while pointing her index finger at me.

My heart was pounding in my eyes, my hands were sweating, I was playing with my knuckles as I sat on my bed staring at the damn laptop lying next to me with all the evidence of my illness on it, waiting for Trina, every minute was turning into an eternity.

I was lost for a moment staring at a fixed point until a soft rap on my bedroom door woke me from my little trance. Two of my friends came to say bye and wish me well for my ankle. I had to sit as if it hurt and act the part saying good night to them. One friend stayed for a few minutes and helped Trina bring things in from the pool area.

I heard them say bye and the door closing then soon accompanied by the sound of Trina’s heels.

I had enough courage to raise my head slightly and see her face full of anger, holding back, she paced up and down the room trying to put into words what she had discovered on my laptop, then she reached over and took the laptop in her hands.

I gulped, there I felt my world slowly fading away. At that moment I wanted to disappear from the face of the earth.

“Can you explain to me what the fuck you’ve been doing Rebecca? What the fuck is this shit I just saw?” ―She said, shouting no matter what.

“I… that… there’s an explanation for everything Trina, that.. I”

Without letting me speak she continues.

“Everything has an explanation? Can you explain to me then what the fuck is going through your fucking head to mess with a teenage girl? A fucking girl and she’s your fucking NIECE!, Rebecca! What the fuck is this?”

She kept repeating herself aloud while her expression of hatred was such that my whole body trembled. I had never seen her like that, I had never been so scared in my life.

“If everything has an explanation I want you to explain here and now what the fuck is this? I don’t believe you, stop babbling like a bitch and fucking speak up! Speak up!”

Every time she screamed, I looked around trembling and put my hands on my face to protect myself, as I felt she would hit me in the face again.

“Please, Trina, please keep your voice down…” I would say between sobs and whispers.

“Keep my fucking voice down you say?!!!!” ― At that moment she put the laptop on the table and approached me again with the intention of punching me, I covered myself and started to cry helplessly.

“Let the whole world hear what kind of a sick woman you are, I don’t give a shit if I raise my voice!” ― She then slams her fist against a wooden shelf with all her might, the sound making me shudder.

With tears in my eyes and a trembling voice I reply: “That’s a novel, I’ve been writing a novel, it’s just fantasy, it’s a fucking lie, it’s, it’s not what it looks like, it’s just…”

“You’re lying!!! goddamn it! you’re lying!”

Her screams were so overwhelming that I started sobbing like a little baby as she shook me.

“Do you want to see my stupid face? Do you think I’m stupid?. Let’s take it one step at a time here”

After shaking me hard she goes back to the laptop, opens it and starts reading while I can feel the vein in her forehead almost exploding.

She types hard looking for the pages of my “diary”. -She then proceeds to read aloud excerpts of what she found in an evidently shocked and angry voice

“Being such a creative and imaginative girl, I knew after a few weeks trying to induce the dreams using the elaborate tale of The Bonders I had made up and in a story on my laptop with some illustrations I had put together to show her as I read the story to her would be embedded in her mind was working. She asked me if it was real or just a fairy tale.

Sweetie there are a lot of things in life that feel like fairy tales but are real and happen in secret. The Bonders are very real. But we will talk about that more later. Now let’s get to the story.”

Every word that came out of Trina’s mouth brought more tears to my eyes, and I was bending my head down, feeling defeated and humiliated by my own friend, now feeling that she was removing a thick veil from my eyes, realizing the gravity of my actions all this time.

“You’re telling me that you came up with a fucking story of a “secret lesbian cult” and you were slowly feeding it into this poor creature’s head so that she would think it was real, like some kind of brainwashing? And now you’re telling me it’s not true! you were brainwashing a fucking such a sweet girl!!! manipulating her in the most disgusting and degrading way possible, taking advantage of her innocence to manipulate her at your own fucking whim and convenience, for what? to fill your own filthy sick emptiness? to fill your own ego and your own most disgusting primitive desires? The one person she trusted, has you, who trusts you, loves you, who should protect her and love her and is fucking her head off? what a FUCKING SHIT!!!?”

At that moment she grabs me by the hair and slaps me in the face so hard that I fall to the ground.

“There you stay, on the fucking floor, because I’m not finished with you yet”

Trina reading out loud: “Knowing Vanessa’s interest in art and coloring an idea came to me when looking at erotic art online and how I could use some line drawings to make a very special naked women in bondage coloring book for her to use her imagination and at the same time lead her malleable mind down some erotic pathways”

“As if that wasn’t enough, you used perverse games with her? A fucking BONDAGE coloring book, you tell me it’s not true, but here I see pictures of her, pictures and more fucking pictures of her fucking panties, her spreading her legs, in the park, in the house, in the bedroom, you think this is innocent? You were taking pictures of her only with sexual connotations to boast on the sly? you were showing her inappropriate pictures and videos! THAT’S SICK, DAMN IT! You have been abusing your own little niece!”

With those crude words she crouched on the floor, grabs my hair again and pulls my head back. I scream in pain and beg her not to hit me. She grabbed my face hard.

“Look me in the face you sick fucking bitch! If you’ve been able to come up with this whole disgusting plan and carry it out, you’ll be able to fucking face me and look me in the eye”

Sobbing and shrieking. My whole body trembling, I felt cold sweat running down my forehead. My heart was pounding so hard, my face was burning from the slaps, it’s a nightmare, it has to be., this is not happening.

“Look me in the fucking face and tell me that’s not real. that I’m making up all the evidence that speaks for itself, your many sick confessions in your own words of how you had the best orgasms while breastfeeding her in your sick ANR (adult nursing relationship) games, You fucking sick piece of shit!”

She started slapping me more and when I saw her fist coming towards me I stopped her with my hand and screamed!

“Stop it please, that’s not how it happened, I never hurt Vanessa, I would never hurt anyone, god please”

More uncontrollable sobs and tears, my makeup was a mess, my hair was messed up, I could taste the blood in my mouth.

“You mean to tell me this isn’t hurting?”

“I never forced her to do things she didn’t want to do, I was always sweet, and I guided her, she was always happy with me, I took care of her, I never hurt her, she thinks it’s all a game, it’s all stories we created together, I never touched Lisa, I only breastfed her a few times”

Trina was breathing hard and I could even smell her anger, see how her pores emanate heat.

“Games? That’s your excuse? you didn’t touch her? but you ran around like a bitch in heat using her. I don’t know you Rebecca, you disgust me, where is my friend? Where is that loving, honest, kind, caring, honest woman? I don’t fucking know you.

Finally she stands up and looks at me with contempt while I’m still on the floor looking at her and crying,

“You fucking disgust me Rebecca.