As Dreams Take Flight ~ A Story Of Betrayal, Love And LIES

Chapter 6 - Running For My Life

I screamed as he pushed into me. "Take it! No screaming!" He snapped, thrusting hard. I screamed again, ignoring his commands. He glared at me, but kept on going, our hips colliding and my screams filling the air.

"Open this door!" Someone shouted from outside.

"No...way..." Luke moaned, finishing, and not bothering to pull out. I cried and cried, juring and after, my tears soaking my hands.

He smiled and pulled me close. "Shouldn't have said yes to my ride, sweetheart." He whispered.

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Me and Luke's family sat at the kitchen table. I was still crying.

"Is she okay?" I heard Luke's grandfather mumble, his voice gruff.

Luke nodded, and I wanted to grab my plate and stuff it into his face. Throw my mashed potatoes at him and storm out the door. But of course I couldn't, or I'd be dead.

"She's upset, 'cause she just found out her mom is in the hospital." He shot me a wink.  I cried even more, but now because reality hit, not because of the dirty stuff that happened.

He raped me, then lied. What else is he lieing about, or going to?

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 I grabbed all my clothes and started to dress again. It happened, once more, and I was too stunned to cry. My eyes burned and my throat was hoarse, and I was in the roughest shape that I had ever been in.

I went to the door, looking at Luke as he gave me a nod. "Don't expect me to come back here. Ever." I opened the wooden door and stepped outside into the cold air, shivering. I could hear him smiling from behind me, his furyful eyes burrying deep into my soul.

"Mmkay, see you around. Or maybe I won't."

I turned around slowly as I stopped dead in my tracks. "And...what is that supposed to mean?"

As I suspected, he was smiling. "You are a dumb blonde." He scoffed and turned back into the house, slamming shut the door. I raced to it, and to my surprise, I pounded on it. "Open the fuck up."

It opened and I nearly toppled in. "You seriously don't understand?"

I nodded. "Nope, so lay it on me. I'm not really in the best mood for this right now, Luke."

He grinned and stepped farther inside, waving a hand toward it. I shook my head. "Oh, no. No no, Luke." I grabbed his arm - his big, muscled arm - No! Get a hold of yourself, Sylvia. This is the guy that took away your life. - and pulled him onto the steps.

"Sit." I ordered, standing infront of him and crossing my arms across my chest. I felt strangly a bit more comfortable.

He sat. "It means, that you have nowhere to go. You're mommy is a bitch, remember? And you're "daddy"?"

"Well -" Wait. Why did he use quotation hand signals for "daddy"? "Why'd you do that?"

He grinned sheepishly. "Do what, doll?"

I smacked him. "You know what you did."