Dangerous Secrets

Crystal POV

I woke up feeling weak and rushed to the bathroom to silence the alarm. An hour later, I came out, got dressed, and went downstairs. My parents were having breakfast, and I joined them.

My father asked, "When are you going to leave the restaurant and join me at the clubhouse?" I stopped eating and replied, "The day you stop cheating on mom."

My mother dropped her phone and looked at him with tears in her eyes. My father yelled, "How dare you talk to me like that?" My mother slapped him.

I ate in silence, watching my father try to explain himself to my mother. This was the first time he wanted me to join him at the clubhouse, but I preferred working at the restaurant.

My mother yelled, "You promised to stop cheating!" My father claimed, "I've stopped, I don't know what she's talking about."

I got up, took my car keys, and said, "He's lying, mom. He had a threesome yesterday." My mother started yelling again.

I left the house, knowing my words were true. I had been keeping an eye on my father's activities.

The previous night

My father didn't come home, and my mother grew tired of waiting. I was fed up with her whining, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I tracked his location and discovered he wasn't at work.

I put on a black outfit, mask, and snuck out of the house on my motorcycle. I headed to his location, careful to avoid detection. I entered through the window, ensuring the cameras wouldn't capture my presence.

I easily found his room, thanks to his enabled phone location. The door was unlocked, and I quietly turned the knob. What I saw made my blood boil: my father in bed with two women, having sex. Their annoying moans filled the air.

I spat in disgust and walked out, this time using the door. I didn't want to cause a scene, but I caught the security team's attention. I ran out before they could catch me.

present

I let out a sigh and drove to school, parking my car and heading to class. I quickly finished the test and submitted it. As I approached my car, a group of bullies blocked my path - three boys and a girl.

The girl sneered, "Want to cry? Want some breast?" holding hers out, and they all laughed. I smiled innocently, chewing a piece of gum. "That's a funny joke, but my breasts are bigger than yours. Want to suck?" I asked, pointing to my chest.

The boys struggled to stifle their laughter, while the girl's face turned red with anger. As a loner, I was used to being cornered almost daily.

I tried to walk past them, but the girl pushed me back, and I fell to the floor. She laughed, but I stood up and walked towards her. She didn't expect the punch that broke her mouth.

I stepped back, "Try me again, and you'll get more." She yelled, attracting attention, and the three boys charged at me. Luckily, my dagger was with me. I unsheathed it discreetly and stabbed one boy in the shoulder. The others stepped back, seeing the blood.

The girl ran off, and the boys followed. I calmly cleaned my dagger. The crowd watched me with wide eyes, staring as if I had two heads. I simply smiled and entered my car.

I drove out of the school and headed to the restaurant. I arrived early, so I walked in and changed into my uniform.

"Good morning, Mrs. Elle," I said to my boss.

"Welcome, Crystal. You're quite early today," she replied.

smiled, taking the tray from her hand, and began serving customers. Although smiling didn't come naturally to me, I'd mastered the art of faking one while working.

I'd developed a reputation for handling harassment from male customers. Those who crossed the line would often find themselves on the receiving end of a warning visit from me. Married men, in particular, would get a taste of their own medicine – a beating they wouldn't soon forget.

The day flew by smoothly, and before I knew it, my shift was over. I changed out of my uniform and drove home.

I entered the house, hoping to sneak into my room unnoticed. But after taking a bath and lying down, I was jolted awake by a knock on the door. I groaned, burying my face in the pillow.

"Come on, smile and put this on. We're going out," my mother chimed, holding out a box. I reluctantly opened the door, taking in my parents' matching outfits. They looked like a happy couple, but I knew better.

"Thanks, I'll pass," I said, trying to close the door. But my mother's foot blocked my way, and she pushed the door open, pulling my father in.

I tried signaling my father to leave, but he was too afraid to disobey my mother. I opened the box, revealing a red glittery dress with a daring thigh-high split and a pair of black heels.

"I already have all these things," I groaned.

"You need more," my mother said with a smile. I scoffed.

Inside the box, I found a matching panty and bra set. I held them up, inspecting them, and my father's face turned bright red with embarrassment. I changed in my dressing room, and my father helped me brush and style my hair.

"That's enough, you're making me jealous," my mother said, her voice laced with a hint of jealousy.

To annoy her further, I pecked my father on the cheek, and he smiled. My mother frowned.

"Hey, I'm here," she said.

"Too old, I'll pass," I replied, walking past her.

I grabbed a red purse and found it filled with jewelry. I put on a few pieces and added some light makeup. The dress's exposed back and long sleeves made me look elegant. I walked downstairs, leaving my parents behind.

I got into the car, settling into the backseat as I waited for my parents to join me. Soon, they slid in beside me, my mother immediately snuggling up close to my father. As we set off, she started peppering his face with kisses, her hands roaming over his chest. He just sat there, smiling blandly, as I rolled my eyes in disgust.

I pulled out my phone and put on some music, cranking up the volume as I started singing along. I was being intentionally loud, trying to annoy my mother, who hated it when I blasted music. She asked me to lower the volume, but I just smirked and mouthed, "I'm not hearing you."

My mother groaned and snuggled deeper into my father's arms. They started getting intimate, playing with each other's hair and clothing. It was like they'd forgotten I was there, sitting just a few feet away.

As things started getting too explicit, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I stopped the car, moving to the front seat in a desperate bid to escape the awkwardness. The driver, seemingly oblivious to the tension, continued driving, his eyes fixed on the road.

I gazed out the window, trying to distract myself from the uncomfortable sounds coming from the backseat. Even with the music blasting, I could still hear their moans and screams. The driver was clearly affected, with a noticeable bulge in his pants and sweat dripping down his face.

I rolled down the window, taking deep breaths of fresh air. The atmosphere inside the car was suffocating, heavy with the scent of sex. I felt like I was going to vomit.

As we continued driving, I couldn't help but think about how messed up my family was. My parents were always like this – completely absorbed in their own twisted desires, without any regard for how their behavior affected me. It was like I was just an accessory to their dysfunctional relationship.

As I gazed out the window, my attention was diverted by the driver's labored breathing. His bulge was now unmistakable, and his face was contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He grasped the wheel with one hand, while the other disappeared into his pants.

My eyes widened in alarm. "Heyyyyyyy!" I almost screamed, and his face turned pale.

"Get out! Don't come back here again!" I yelled, throwing him out of the car. I swiftly took his place behind the wheel, spraying perfume to eliminate the heavy scent of sex. I blasted music, grateful that I knew the route to our destination.

Twenty minutes passed before my parents finally emerged from the backseat, still adjusting their clothes. I stared at them, my disgust evident.

My father attempted to hug me, but I dodged his grasp. "I can walk on my own."

My mother chimed in, "Stop acting like sex is disgusting, Crystal. It's not."

I nodded, though my expression remained skeptical. As I opened the back door, I was met with a nauseating sight: cum stains everywhere. I felt my stomach churn.

My mother approached me, patting my back. "This is disgusting," I said, pointing inside the vehicle. "Please clean this."

She nodded, and we walked into the hotel, where our table was reserved. My father inquired, "Where's the driver?"

"I sent him away," I replied.

My father nodded knowingly, while my mother added, "You would have spared the guy misery before sending him away."

As we took our seats, I couldn't shake off my disgust. Everyone's eyes were on us, and my parents beamed with smiles, while I maintained a stern frown.