Title: Cierra's Diary: Confessions - Chapter One Author: Neko Niece Keywords: f(16) {Flashback M b(10) g(7)} Legal, Slow-Build, Implied Incest Summary: 16yo Cierra is confronted by the ramifications of her past. [ Author's Note: The story you are about to read is ] [ erotic fiction and is intended for entertainment ] [ purposes only. The story tags indicate the type ] [ of eroticism involved. Do not read this story if ] [ you cannot agree with this erotic genre or if it ] [ is not legal in your area to do so. However, if ] [ you read this story and enjoyed it, please consider ] [ taking a moment to go to ] [ http://www1.asstr.org/~loli/neko.html ] [ and submit a feedback form. Your continued feedback ] [ is my motivation for writing. Thank you! ] ~Neko =^.^= ------------------------------------------------------- A Tale from Cierra's Diary Confessions Chapter One "Cierra." I was barely aware of his voice, I was lost in another time. Another place. Picking idly at a small tear in arm of the faux leather office chair I was seated on. I gently pulled at the white cotton stuffing, so pale against the worn black fake leather. It stunk in the office. Like ink and books. Not the pleasant smell of a library mind you. This was different. It had a sick feeling to it. I hated it. Looking up at the man sitting across the highly polished table, I just stared blankly at him. He was older. Balding. The dark suit he wore was pressed and showed not even a touch of lint. His shirt was an off white with a dark grey and red striped tie. If he hadn't had that stern look, I think I would have found him slightly attractive. The woman sitting next to him, looking so prim and proper, held her nose up as if she was a bitch in heat. She could smell the kill and I think it excited her. If she COULD get excited anymore. It wasn't as if she weren't pretty. She could be, if it weren't for her predatory eyes that flashed her warning to all that knew what to look for. I hated her. I hated her, the lawyer and the entire world. Hell I even hated my mother at that moment. She was sitting next to me, wearing that stupid worry face. Anytime I disappointed her, she would get that look. I could handle her anger. Scream! Shout! Just don't look at me like that! I looked away. Anywhere but at her. The office was of course immaculately clean. From the burgundy plush carpet to the oak bookcases filled with volumes of black and red books. Like dominoes all in a row and exactly the same. Had they ever even been opened? Or were they as fake as the plastic leather that stuck to my skin? "Cierra," my mother intoned in that voice... You know the one. The one that went with the face. "Are you going to answer?" I put my head back and closed my eyes. My hands I'd tucked defiantly into the pockets of my hoodie. I could feel the slight stir of the air from the ceiling fan circling overhead, whirring away the time. I wished I could disappear. Right off the face of the planet. I wanted things to go back to the way they were. I wanted it so badly. But I knew it would never be the same again. Everything started for me when I was 7. My cousin Todd had decided he wanted a close up of the differences between boys and girls. He was 10 at the time. It didn't take much convincing for me to show him as I was hella curious too and he'd promised me a nice long look at what boys had hidden away between their legs. I knew it was wrong yet it had sent shivers of excitement through me. Even back then I had a streak for wanting to do things I knew I shouldn't. Anyway. There was Todd getting quite an eyeful. We were in his parents' garage. The smell of old oil and dust strong in the air. Light filtered in through dirty cracked windows past a multitude of cardboard and plastic boxes that had always piqued my curiosity. My pants were around my ankles and I was holding the bottom of my shirt above my belly so he could see everything quite clearly. I didn't really know what all the fuss was about, but Todd really seemed interested and I was enjoying showing off for him. I'm sure my grin matched his own as his eyes roamed my every curve-few as they were at that age. With a bang, the door to the garage slammed against the back wall. Todd's father, my Uncle Marty stood outlined by the bright sunlight outside and a whirlstorm of dust particles. Frantically, I pulled up on my pants, my underwear wedging themselves around my thighs. Todd's high pitched voice was just as frantically trying to convince his father that nothing untoward was going on. Uncle Marty looked mad. Really mad. I'd never seen him like this before. In my whole life, then and now I'd never seen him without a smile. This wasn't my uncle. This was some alien being that only bore some sort of resemblance to the uncle I had love. I couldn't move as I watched the scene unfold before me. I felt and hoped I was invisible, terrified that it would soon be my turn under those alien eyes. Mom would soon know everything and my short life was going to be over. SMACK! Uncle Marty had one hand on Todd's shoulder and with the other he'd cracked my cousin a solid smack across the butt. I winced as Todd howled. I stood there, still too afraid to move as Todd was ordered to his room to wait for him there. After Tommy had fled, leaving me alone with this alien monster that my uncle had become I knew for sure I was going to die. I felt deserted and utterly alone in the world. When Uncle Marty knelt in front of me, I took an involuntary step backward. My hands were up by my face. I was so cold there under his gaze. His expression softened and he seemed to smile the smile that I always remembered. "Shhh Cierra, it's ok. Stop crying, ok?" I hadn't even realized I'd been crying until then. Except all that knowledge did was to throw me even further into my tears. I was still very afraid of him and I winced as his hands came up. Instead of hitting me, he enveloped me into a hug. My face automatically dug into his old spice scented shoulder as my arms clung around his neck. Petting my back, he just let me cry until the tears came to a pause. I could still feel them in my throat. That's where I figured all my tears came from because it always felt so tight when I cried. Uncle Marty pried me away from him enough to look at me. "Hey, you done now?" I sniffed and wiped at my nose. I nodded and looked at him with burning eyes. "How come you were crying?" I tried to say that I didn't want mommy to know I'd been bad, but when I opened my mouth, my throat constricted and I could feel the tears jumping to my eyes again. Uncle Marty must have noticed it too because he hushed me softly and wiped my cheek. "Are you afraid I'm going to get you in trouble?" I just nodded, sniffing again. "Oh babygirl," he said as he gave me another warm hug. "I'm not going to tell on you, ok?" This news stunned me. "You're not?" I managed to squeak out between my overworked tear muscles in my throat. "This will be our secret, ok? No one will ever know." I pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "You promise?" I asked holding on to that tentative thread of hope that perhaps I wouldn't die... or worse, spanked. "I promise," he said quietly. "When I say I'll keep a secret, I always keep my word. Secrets are important. Especially ones between you and me. Right?" He smiled at me and I felt so light. I didn't answer right away and his hand found my belly and tickled. "Right?" he asked again after my sudden fit of giggles. "Yeah," I agreed. My hand was holding two of his fingers while the rest of his hand still rested on my bare belly under my shirt. "Cierra," came that man's voice again. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling fan before seeking him out. "This is important. We need to know what happened between you and your Uncle," intoned the witch in her all too superior attitude. "Nothing," I told them flatly. "But the police found pictures..." "They're not me." I stated again. "Cierra," my mother touched my arm. I withered her with a look and she drew back. "Maybe you don't know the importance," the bald lawyer said trying to sound sympathetic. "Don't tell me I don't know the importance of anything," I shot back. "I told you, nothing happened. The girl in the pictures wasn't me. I don't know anything about it." I knew the importance all right. I knew the importance of keeping a secret. They weren't getting anything from me. "This isn't getting us anywhere," the witch said. "Even without your testimony, we've got enough to put him away for a long time. Don't think you're doing him any favors by trying to protect him, because you're not." My stomach lurched. Yeah I figured that already, but still there was no way in hell I was making things worse for him. "I don't know what you are talking about," I told her. Our eyes were locked in a glaring contest of wills. She broke first and I couldn't help but let myself smile what I thought was my most innocent looking smile. It pissed her off even further which suited me just fine. She knew I that was lying, which and it was rather amusing. As she gathered her yellow legal pads and stuffing things into a carpet bag type briefcase, she shot me yet another glare. "Withholding evidence is a serious crime Sierra," the lady warned. My smile faltered and I could feel my confidence slipping. "Like I said, nothing happened. I can't testify on something that didn't happen." "Have it your way then," she said exasperated. "Maybe we'll see how you feel after a visit from the authorities? Juvenile Detention isn't a fun place you know." I admit it. That scared me. I mean, what could they do to me? "Don't threaten my daughter," my mom shocked me by standing up for me. I could hear that angry tone that always forebode doom for me whenever I was busted for doing something I shouldn't. "She's a 16 year old victim, not a criminal." I looked over to her, amazed. All through this she's said she doesn't blame me, but her very attitude toward me belied that. Up until now that is. "Miss Addams, I'm sure you appreciate how much easier this would be for us if Cierra would cooperate." That was the guy that said that as he fiddled with his pen. Over and over it flipped end over end in his fingers. It was his only sign of agitation. "Well of course I understand that. Neither Cierra or I are stupid. If Cierra says it didn't happen, then I believe she believes it. Kids repress memories of these things happening to them. I've read about it too much for it not to be true." "Yes but Miss Addams," he again started to object. He'd set his pen down and was covering it with his hand. He knew he was losing. The witch did too, standing there looking balefully at me. "But nothing," my mom cut him off. Go mom! I smiled inwardly. "Cierra, baby. Do you remember any of this happening to you? The things they say?" I shook my head. That was my way out then and my mother handed it to me on a silver platter. "No." She turned to the lawyer and witch from social services. "There you go. You already said you have all the evidence you needed. From what I can tell, you only want this as icing for your cake. Parade her through the courtroom in front of the jurors. You don't need her. Let her get on with her life. Don't you think that would be less traumatic for her? That IS the whole point to this case isn't it?" There was a quick and silent conversation between the two as she bent over so they could whisper to each other. At length he stood up and picked up his pen and yellow pad. I never understood why legal pads were yellow? Notebook paper wasn't good enough? "I see," he said unconvincingly. "You're right. We should be considering Cierra's comfort in this matter." The witch fumed but didn't say a word. I couldn't help but wonder if she'd been raped as a child. I felt sorry for her. Momentarily. "Thank you both for coming in today." He turned to me. "If you decide you remember something give us a call, ok?" He attempted a smile. I shrugged and got up. I was to the door by the time my mother even got up. I let myself out, ignoring the "Have a good day" from the receptionist. 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