The Cutoff

THE CUTOFF

There she kneels before him, donning her school uniform. Her head in his lap, he's in ecstasy. Her head coming up then deep. He moans. Comfort lost as he feels her jaw lock up. The clincher, she bites down. Teeth meet. He's in shock, he can't even scream. She jerks her head up, bloodied chin and all, and turns to spit out the severed phallus before wiping her mouth. His breath is shortening by the second.

"Is this what you wanted, father!? IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED!?” She screams through the lump in her throat and her tear-swelled eyes, and in an instant Harold wakes up in bed from his terrible nightmare, collapsing his morning wood.

He sits up catching his breath.

"You have another nightmare, baby?” His wife, Claudia, to the side of him asks while still half asleep.

"Yeah.” Harold sighs between breaths.

"The one about the dog again?"

He pauses, "Yeah… damn dog.” He throws the blankets off himself to get up.

"No.” Claudia groans. "Where are you going?"

"I gotta get up. I gotta get a shower."

After a while of lying in relaxation, Claudia carries herself down to the kitchen in her pajamas to grab some breakfast.

"Hey, mom. Forgot something.” Jineane says entering the kitchen.

"Hey, sweetie, might want to get a move on. You don't want to be late."

"I know.” She says grabbing her text book off of the counter.

"Don't you ever go to school?” Harold sourly says standing at the doorway.

Her head instantly cocks over to him sharing the same look, “Don't you ever go to work?"

"I took the day off to spend it with your mother. Besides, who do you think pays for your schooling and your text books?"

"Relax, Harry, I just forgot my lit book. I'm going now.” Jineane says rolling her eyes.

"Don't call him Harry,” Her mom reminds her, "He's your father so you'll call him that."

"Step-father.” The daughter adds.

"Regardless."

"I gotta go, mom. I love you."

"And I love you.” The mother and daughter give each other a peck on the cheek and a hug. "Give your father a hug and then get to school."

"…Yes, mother."

Harold sees her walking towards him in her school uniform. The same uniform she wore in the uncomforting dream that woke him up. After a glare, she gives him a somewhat hug and a hesitant kiss on the cheek before leaving the house.

"Are you all fighting again?” Claudia asks in a sigh.

"Eh, it's nothing.” He says staring off. "C'mon, you better get dressed, we got a big day ahead of us."

Oh, but it is something. Something that happened the day before:

After studying at a friend's house for the afternoon after school Jineane was picked up by Harold out in front of the house in the family's van. She climbed into the passenger seat.

"Hey.” She said, putting her bag in the backseat.

"Have fun?” Harold asked.

"Eh, we were just studying.” Jineane claimed in a snotty manor.

"Okay.” He drove off.

Thoughts had been shooting through his mind lately. Maybe it's just a chemical imbalance, maybe it's an exciting 'what if?', or maybe, just maybe, it's the school uniform. He knew he shouldn't act on them, but thoughts got the best of him.

"This isn't the way home. Where are we going?"

"I just gotta drop by somewhere real quick.” And minutes later is when he pulled off the side of the road away from a public area, and turned the van off.

"What's going on?” A curious step-daughter asked.

"I've been watching you and your friends. I know the things you do."

"What the hell's going on?"

"Listen, when I married your mother I told her she could quit working at that awful factory job and stay home with you and your little brother. I said I'd pay for it all.” He took a break for a deep breath.

"So what's your point? You're loaded."

"The point is you've been getting a free ride for a while now. And the ride's over...” She looked nervous. "Unless...” He continued, eyeing her body.

"Unless what?"

"Unless you do what I say and keep it between us."

"What do you mean?” She gulped.

"Do as I say or else I'm gonna cut you off. Do you understand?” A long pause leads to her tearing up. "I said 'do you understand?'"

"Yes...” She said with tears rolling down her face in fear. Her heart beating faster than a drumroll.

"Lift your skirt."

"Oh, god.” She whimpered.

"Do it.” And with his command she did just that, raising her skirt, revealing simple white cotton panties. Harold saw them tightly fit against her body. His heart beat faster as well but for a different reason. He was swelling with every heartbeat. Jineane's hands are shaking, holding up her skirt. Harold began rubbing himself. Her eyes shut so tight that it hurt her face. He began looking around in a panic.

"Okay," he said undoing his pants, "Unbutton your shirt."

And so she did. She couldn't believe this was happening. She could see his penis in his hand even through her teary squinted eyes.

"Open your shirt more.” And when her shirt came open, he saw her soft teenage flesh fit snug into her bra. Harold began to masturbate. She could hear his breathing get louder and louder as he went faster and harder. Jineane refused to believe this was happening, shutting her eyes tighter if it were possible. His breathing began to escalate -- and as Harold reached his peak she could feel his fluids strike her leg. And so she winced. "Get yourself together.” He said panting and sipping up his pants. "And stop all that fuckin' cryin'.

She wiped her eyes of tears and pulled her skirt back down. She then buttoned up her shirt and looked at the semen on her leg. Jineane simply wiped it off with her fingers and smeared it under the passenger seat.

"You tell your mother about this and I'll fucking kill you.” Harold's last words before starting the van and taking off.

When they got home Claudia was there to greet them but Jineane wasn't exactly in the greeting mood, storming past her mother. And before Claudia could even ask Harold filled her in, "She and Tina had a fight. She just needs some space."

Jineane spent her night in the shower scrubbing her skin so hard it hurt.

But on with the morning. Claudia comes in dressed nice, putting in earrings, while Harold's tying his shoes.

"So, what have you got in mind for today, mister?” She asks.

"You'll see.” He says giving her a slight grin.

Meanwhile, at school, Jineane wonders how to tell someone what has happened, and if she should at all. As she's walking through the cafeteria, battling the urge to tell someone, and frankly feeling too sick to eat, she spots her best friend Tina.

"Hey, can we talk?” She asks.

"Yeah...” In the simplist 'no duh' tone before realizing that something's up. "Are you okay?"

"Let's go outside, I don't wanna talk in here.” And so outside on the benches during lunch she explains the incident to her.

"Oh my God, what a creep!” Tina shouts.

"Will you keep your voice down?” Jineane urges.

"You have to talk to someone."

"I'm talking to you, aren't I?"

"You know what I mean. Like a cop, the counselor, or hello, your mom.” Tuna suggests.

"I can't tell my mom. She's completely enamored with him, she'd never believe me... Ugh I don't feel good.” She says holding her stomach.

"Maybe you need to eat something."

"Nah, too sick to eat."

"Oh my God, maybe you're pregnant."

"Ew, no way. I didn't, like, sleep with him."

"I still think you should see someone."

"I'll figure something out. Until then you have to promise not to tell anyone.” Tina's staring off looking stunned. "Please.” Jineane continues.

"I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Thank you.” The girls hug gripping tighter than they ever have in the tenure of their friendship.

3:15pm, Jineane arrives home from school. No one is home. She's shocked. Usually there's someone home at this time. "Where is everyone?” She asks herself aloud. And before she could give the house a thorough check, in walk the parents and her brother, laughing and conversing amongst themselves.

"Oh, hey, honey, you're home.” Claudia says surprised.

"Hey, what's up?” A question coming from not knowing really what to say.

"It was great. We just picked your brother up from day care.” She says setting her son down.

"You and Harold have fun today?"

"Well your father and I had a wonderful time. He took me to a town called Stereo Falls where they have their fair at this time of year."

"Where's that?” Jineane wonders. Her mother continues unloading groceries.

"I had never heard of it but it's like two hours south of us."

"Two hours?"

"Yeah, I know, but it was worth it. We had so much fun.” And as she gets to the end of her paper grocery sack Claudia realizes that she forgot something.

"What?” She notices the look on her mom's face.

"Sheesh, I was going to make lasagna tonight but I forgot the actual pasta. Heh, must've been having such a good time my brain left me for a moment.” Claudia laughs it off.

"What's goin' on?” Harry asks from the kitchen doorway. Upon hearing his voice Jineane turns her head.

"Oh, I forgot the dang pasta."

"Isn't that the main ingredient to lasagna?” Laughs Harold.

"Yes, shut up.” They laugh together then share a kiss. Holding each other Claudia notices her daughter's sour face. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Nothing. I'm gonna go see what Joey's doing.” An interested sister.

"She's acting weird.” Voices a concerned mother.

"Eh, kids are weird."

"You're weird.” She says through a smile.

"Oh yeah?”

"Yeah.” They share another kiss in each other's arms.

In the living room Jineane is sitting behind little brother Joey, watching him as he sits among his toys watching cartoons. "I wish it was as easy as you see the world.” She spoke softly beneath her breath.

"Jineane, honey, will you watch Joey for a little bit while I run back to the store?"

"Well can I go with you?” She asks standing up.

"Honey, I need you to watch your brother."

"How long will you be?” Her heart sinks and beats hard enough to shake her.

"Like a half hour at the most. Will you relax?” And with that said, the girl's heart begins to race.

"Alright, I'll be back. Love you guys.” And she's off.

"Bye, mommy.” Toddler Joey says.

"Bye.” Jineane lets out though unheard.

The car starts, she hears it. And Claudia drives off and, as soon as the sound of the engine fades, she sighs... And the voice is heard.

"Don't move.” Harold says into her ear, giving her a slight jump.

As she stands leaning against the doorframe looking into the living room where young brother plays, Harry lurks behind her in the laundry room. And she's already beginning to tremble. She can feel it pressing up against the rear of her skirt, fearing, but knowing good and well what it is. She clenches up. His hand runs down her arm which is now populated by goosebumps. Harry's fingers climb down her forearm when he takes her hand by her skinny wrist and pulls it behind her. She cringes when she feels he's places her hand around his erect cock.

"That's right.” He softly says to her, pulling and pushing her hand in a stroking motion.

"Oh my fucking God.” His step-daughter whimpers beneath her breath.

"That's it. Keep going.” He moans quietly. Harold has Jineane's hand stroking faster...and faster. The warm feeling of his wrinkled skin beneath her palm brings a sickness from the bottom of her stomach. She eventually loses grip. She simply can't do it. Harry realizes this with great frustration.

"Here, damn it, I'll do it.” He grunts, flipping up the back of her skirt revealing her bottom in a thong, before taking over. Her cheeks clench up in fear of what he might do. But merely a visual for her step-father, the pervert. His breathing escalates, she's heard this once before, and had hoped to never hear it again. Harold releases one more grunt as his load's shot against the skin of her ass. Before it could even begin to run down her bottom, the vomit she'd been holding down is about to come erupting out. She runs off to the kitchen where she throws up in the sink. Behind her, where the laundry room connects to the kitchen, is where he stands getting decent.

"Remember what I told you....” And from hearing that voice again another heap of vomit arose.

"...Not one word... Or else.” His parting words as she reaches for a roll of paper towels to wipe her mouth.

Another shower. Another painful shower. Complete with soap that's ill equipped to wash away memories.

Two hours later, surprisingly enough, the whole family is sitting down to a nice pasta dinner.

"You know what I was thinking earlier?” Harry asks waving his garlic bread in Claudia's direction.

"What's that?” She replies taking in a big bite of lasagna.

"I was thinking since I was going to be working a lot this weekend it would probably be a good time for the three of you to visit your mother."

"Well why don't we wait until you can go?"

"Nah, you guys go ahead and have some fun."

"I don't know. What if it's a bad time for her.” She stops in mid-bite. Before the forkful of pasta could reach her mouth Claudia notices Harold's face.

"I already called her."

"Oh, no you didn't.” She's happily surprised.

"Yep. I called her and we talked a bit and got it set up."

"Well alright. Why not?” Claudia agrees nodding.

It hits Jineane that the topic of conversation is becoming a reality. "But wait, I got that thing for science class this weekend.” She gets out almost choking on her garlic bread. Claudia's eyes become as big as their dinner plates as it hits her.

"Oh, that's right. I'm sorry, I completely forgot. We'll just set it up for another weekend."

The teenager's heart slows from its rapid beat until these words: "No, why don't you take Joey and the two of you can go. I can take her to her thing and plus it'll give us a chance to hang out. Huh?” He directs his attention to the girl, "Would you like that?"

Jineane doesn't answer. Instead she changes her focus to the young man of the house in his high chair, "Joey, eat your dinner, hun."

"I don’t know. That seems alright. I'll call and see how the school thing goes. You guys can spend some time together. What do you think, Joe, you up for a weekend at Gramma's?” Joey’s response to his mother's question comes as he spits his dinner up. The timing is so perfect the other three erupt into laughter.

"I'll take that as a yes.” Chuckles Claudia.

Claudia spends her Friday night packing for her and her son for a nice weekend trip. She prepares for a fun weekend of taking Joey shopping and taking someday-embarrassing photos of him.

Jineane spends her Friday night unlike most teenage girls. She pours every drop of blood from her heart and every drop of ink from her pen onto paper. And the ink of the words run with every tear dropped. She signs the letter and puts it in a white envelope addressing it simply 'Mom' and tucks it under her pillow for the night as she takes a deep breath preparing herself for the days to come.

A sleepless night is inevitable.

The sun rises. The morning comes. Jineane said her 'goodbyes' and 'I love you's earlier completely with the envelope. To her mother's confusion she tells her, "Don't open it until you get to Gramma's.” Now for the rest of the drive up she'll be wondering what's crawling around in her daughter's mind. And with one last hug Jineane retreats up to her room where she waits and tries to mentally prepare herself.

She hears the last goodbye between her tormentor and the woman who gave her life. But it's the sound of the car's engine fading that begins her collapsing down into the corner of her bedroom. She's still in her bed clothes which are now accompanied by more tears, and her erratic heartbeat is joined by a shortage of breath... She knows. But she's paralyzed by fear.

Harold stares at her bedroom window from the front lawn before heading into the house. He begins at the first step, looking only to his destination. She hears, no, she feels his steps on the stairs up to her room. His stomps sound like troopers marching to war. The steps get louder...closer. The girl trembles. The doorknob's attempted turn reveals that it's indeed locked. She exhales. The door is kicked open. A rage of perversions has filled Harold's eyes and his hunger for lust has left drool leaking slightly from the sides of his mouth. His pants are already undone. Her body closes and tightens up. He wipes his mouth and rushes her.

Harry grabs his step-daughter by her arm throwing her to the bed. Still so paralyzed by the menace and fear she can barely scream. The lump in her throat seems to be prohibiting much sound. She pushes and kicks but he's far too strong. He stops holding her wrists long enough to rip her pants from her body. Grunting and groaning she slaps and scratches at him but after a backhand to the left side of her face puts her back down, she's subdued. Harry throws up her shirt revealing her young breasts, his eyes widen, and not but a second later literally tears her panties off. She tries her damnedest to keep her legs straight and shut but her captor’s strength overpowers her. He throws her legs to the sides and with his piece in hand plunges into untouched territory. This triggers the largest scar she will ever hold. The future thoughts of love making will be plagued by this memory. A girl's first time, to be remembered, and hers - in rape. And so he begins.

'Is this real or is this a nightmare? Why is this happening? What did I do?' Thoughts shooting through her brain as he's painfully thrusting into her. He thrusts with lust and anger, both. Harold feels the rush of empowerment conquering this young virgin flesh... he's sickeningly proud. Proud like a Viking. The drool of ecstasy he's accumulated drips down to her cheek. 'How can I live with myself after this?' His grunting's volume rises as his thrusts become longer, slower, but still forceful. ‘How could I've allowed this?' Harold reaches climax, pulling out, soaking her vagina with his juice. She's left a bloody mess but the blood can wash away - this moment will not. His face down in her breasts, Harold's panting, calming down. The teenager lies there staring at the ceiling. 'Is he going to kill me? Where's God? How much more will I endure?'

Her heart - still. His breathing, now regulated, she slowly slides out from beneath him. Harry lies there feeling no regret no remorse. She sits up quietly without a tear in her eye. Slowly Jineane walks to the bathroom all the while fluids running down and dripping from her. His victim turns on the shower and stares into the water while he's coming down from his high. The water steams the room up. She steps under the piping hot water hoping the burn will take her mind off of everything -- but it will always be there. That ghost-feeling of him being inside will stick with her no matter where - library, grocery store, with friends. But still she subjects herself to the burning. Her skin can get as red as it wants, she doesn't care. And when the hot water gives out, she turns it off and gets out - her skin steaming as bad as the water.

The poor girl looks into the mirror and, in the distance, she hears Harry's truck drive off. 'He's gone.' She thinks. 'But for how long?'

"HOW LONG!?” She screams, punching the mirror, shattering it.

And all the little faces are looking back at her:

"Why did you let him to this to us?” One said.

"Why?"

"What did we do?"

"You owe us.” As this last voice stick in her head, she wraps the hand towel tightly around her bloody hand.

She returns to her room. He's gone. Harold's fled the scene of the crime. There, Jineane stands naked staring into her bed, where she forcefully made the transition from school girl to woman.

Hours later, the man of the house returns home. He's laughing it up with a buddy on his phone. "Alright, next time, you're buyin' the beer, asshole!” He shouts in laughter. "Well I gotta get a shower and change. I gotta meet with some clients later about a big roofin' job coming up next month. Yep... Yep, later.” Call ended - he sends his cell phone flying to the couch and he's off upstairs to clean up.

After a hot shower he leaves the bathroom in a towel when he notices something... A soft red glow coming from the young woman's bedroom. He enters to find her lamps draped with red scarves giving them some mood lighting.

"Jineane?” He finds her dressed up in her school uniform. She's bent over in bed. Her shorter-than-usual skirt revealing no underwear.

She looks over her shoulder, "What took you so long to get home, daddy?” Her face dolled up with makeup, she looks as if she would be right at home in the Red Light District. She's gone all out with her looks. He's stunned. Completely stunned and turned on. She turns over to sit showing her shirt tied up, and no bra.

"Come... Sit down.” He's silent and heeds her words. He walks over to his temptress as she pulls the towel from around his waist. He can't believe this is happening. She puts his penis in her mouth and instantly his nightmare involving said situation comes into mind.

"No.” He stops her.

"Shhh, it's okay.” She leads him to sit on the bed and pushes him back. She straddles him. "Isn't this what you wanted?” He's nodding, aroused and confused. "I don't want to be cut off do I?” He shakes his head in the same manner. She kisses down his chest crawling down to where she was prior. She's stroking him. "See, isn't that better?"

"Y-yeah.” He's loving this. He can't believe how all of this has turned out in his favor.

She's stroking him faster and harder as his breathing matches. His moaning gets louder. She slides her bandaged hand under the mattress to pull out the largest shard from the broken mirror. The little reflection of the broken little girl nods at her. He's grunting. This couldn't be better. She grips his penis and pulls, and with her other hand using the piece of mirror cuts him from his most prized part. He tries to scream. He does, barely. Blood is everywhere. Jineane, in her school girl fantasy get-up, is covered in red, and this time, it's his. She stands up tossing his dick to him in bed.

There wasn't a thought to call 9-1-1. These predators don't deserve help. This is the justice they deserve. She shuts off the lights, leaving the room and upon closing the door, props a chair under the doorknob. Her tormentor is now stuck in a pitch-black room bleeding to death. And before heading downstairs she releases a sigh of relief.

Jineane comes downstairs as Claudia is standing in the doorway in tears with her letter in hand.

"I'M SO SORRY!” Claudia exclaims gripping her bloodied daughter. They embrace, barely hearing his last screams.

"C'mon, sweetie, let's get you out of here.” Her mother leads her by her hand out of the house. The cops arrive, lights flashing, reflecting off the back window of the car where she's sitting. She's stunned. "It's gonna be alright, honey. It's gonna be alright..."

Jineane stares out of the window, dressed for a good time, and drenched in blood.