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Chapter Six – A Helping Hand
Feeling like an rag that had just been tossed on the floor, Jill could feel her tears start again. She wondered what would happen if she just stayed there, if he would eventually get tired of waiting for her and come in and get her. The sound of a chair scraping on the floor reminded her that she was not alone. Suddenly being aware of how she must look, she was just moving her hand to cover herself when saw Tom’s shoes moving towards her. When he reached down a hand to her, she hesitated for a moment, before swallowing her shame and letting him help her up.
Tom could not believe the way Nick had just treated Jill. He was starting to wonder if he even knew his brother at all, having never seen him act this way. When he looked at Jill lying on the floor, her apron flipped back, giving him a clear view of her pussy. He could see that she was starting to cry and saw her move to cover herself when he moved his chair to stand up. He thought he had never seen anyone look so pitiful then how she looked at that moment. He reached down his hand to help her, hoping she would let him, though she would not blame her if she didn’t want his help. He certainly hadn’t been much help to her so far.
Jill took the hand offered to her, allowing herself to be stood up. The shame of the incident was too much and she turned so that she would not have to see Tom’s face. A gentle but firm touch on her shoulder made her turn back to him. As he turned her around to him, she kept her head down. Placing a hand on her chin, he lifted her head so she no choice but to look at him.
“Jill, are you OK? I don’t know what has got into Nick, I have never seem his act this way.”
When Jill could see that he was not going to leave her be, she sighed.
“To be honest Tom, I am far from OK. I have been abducted, tied up, humiliated, made to do things I didn’t want to do and to top it off, treated like a dishrag. So I am definitely not OK!”
Jill could not believe what she had just said, but she was sick of being treating like nothing. She hoped that Nick had not heard her outburst.
“Oh God Jill, I don’t know what to say. Of course you are not OK. Come on, sit down for a moment.”
Tom led Jill to sit in one of the kitchen chairs, pleased that she wasn’t fighting him. Once she was seated, he poured her a cup of tea, lifting the cup to her lips so she could drink it. After a few sips, she took the cup from his hand and began to drink the tea herself. He could see some colour come back to her cheeks and her tears had stopped.
“Jill, look at me. I know I haven’t done much to help you so far, I certainly wasn’t any help last night, but I will try my best.”
Jill looked at him, disbelief on her face.
“Tom, you don’t know how much you have helped me. If you weren’t here to pick me up and just let me know you care, then I would be in far worse shape then I am now. I didn’t mean to yell at you just then, I was just so angry all of a sudden.”
It was Tom’s turn to look at her with disbelief.
“How can you say that, when I could hear you crying last night when you were with Nick? I just felt so useless, though I did want to help you.”
Jill dropped her head in shame at the thought of what had happened the night before.
“Tom, don’t. It happened and I dare say it will happen again. Unless you can make him stop, then just be here when I need you, even if it is just to pick me up of the floor. Now, I had better get this kitchen cleaned up before Nick comes looking for me.”
Tom could see that she was just putting on a brave face, but if that was what she felt she had to do to survive, then he would not be the one to stop her. He left her cleaning up the kitchen, her ass swaying as she washed the dishes. He wondered how long he would be able to live in the same house and not give into his urges to feel her under him. He didn’t know how but he knew he would try.
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