WARNING: This chapter contains things that may be kinda disturbing to some to read. If you do not wish to read the dark content skip the dream portion.
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SARAH’S POV
Dream
“Hello Sarah.” Daddy purred, caressing my face with his thick fingers. “It’s so nice to have you back.” He hummed lightly. Please don’t! My nails dug into the arms of my chair, as his hands lowered, brushing away the sleeves of my dress. “You look very nice today.” He complimented, his words floating through my head. I could feel my lip tremble through uneven breaths. Though I wasn’t bound in any way to my chair, I couldn’t find the strength to move. He continued to lower my faded white dress until nearly my whole chest was exposed. I could both feel and hear my heart beat rapidly in my chest to the point that I feared it’d jump out. My body shook hysterically, causing my chair to shake as well. Please stop… I wanted to beg, but the words never came. “I’ve missed you Sarah.” He taunted playfully, his disgusting hands moving to my thighs. They shook as though her were nervous… or excited… for something. Though my mind knew what, it refused to accept it. Rape. Knowing the word only made it worse. It only gave more of a reason to fear it. No,no,no,no!
His hands were nearly all the way up my dress by the time I made a jolt. With a cracking shriek, muffled by tears, I kicked away, jumping instinctively out for my chair. My mind racing, I made a dash to the far edge of the lightless room, escaping the spotlight that was directed on the chair. Before I could get very far I felt Daddy’s grip on my ankle, causing me to lose balance instantly. I swore I heard a crack, as I slammed into the hard ground, feeling the wind knock out of me before I had a chance to gasp. With my breathing more radical and unstable as ever, I tried to get up or at least crawl forward. But it was no use, Daddy had a firm grip on my leg and he was far stronger than me. Eventually I allowed myself to give up and fall limp on the ground, tears draping my face as I accepted defeat. I knew what was coming.
Feeling his tight grasp on my shoulder, I was forced off my stomach onto my back. Through my tears I could see his dead eyes looking down at me, a hint of pleasure in them as though my running was just part of the fun. He’d enjoyed the chase. With a smirk on his face he removed his belt, fastening it as tight as possible around the wrist above my head, nearly cutting off my circulation. Though I was sure whether or not I was in pain was the last thing on his mind. My chest heaved, as he once again began to slip off my dress, that time going over my head. Unlike last time, he succeeded, leaving more vulnerable than ever. Leaning over my body, he placed his stubble-covered face beside my ear. With a toothy smirk he breathed heavily, the stench that began to fill my nostrils becoming unbearable. “It’s so nice to have you back Sarah.” He whispered heavily, as I recoiled as much as I could. But it was no used. I was his.
End Of Dream
“Justin!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs, lunging forward in by bed. Drenched in sweat and shaking uncontrollably, my eyes searched desperately for his comforting presence. By a chance of luck, he’d heard me. A quickly as he could, he shuffled into my room, his hand grasped on a metal pole which was attached to him. A few days ago he’s begun to be able to walk around a bit. Not a lot, but with each day he got a little further. However, he was still weak and walked with a limp, which slowed him down, especially since he was always connected to the pole with the medicine bags on it.
“Sarah what happened!?” He panicked, getting to my bedside as quickly as possible, but not quick enough.
As soon as he was within reach my arms coiled desperately around him, no doubt causing him an extreme amount of pain due to his wound. He never spoke against it though, he rarely did. Protectively he wrapped me in a tight embrace, allowing me to burry my tear-streaked face into his shoulder. Lightly he sat on the edge of my bed, allowing me to get even closer. Through my gasping breaths I couldn’t speak. I could still feel his touch and his stare burning into me. I knew for certain that that feeling would never leave me. “He’s back.” I tapped against Justin’s back. “He’s back. He’s going to get me. I saw him.”
Leaning back, he cupped my face softly in his hands. “What are you talking about? What do you mean you saw him?” It wasn’t the mater of who ‘him’ was referring to; we both knew that it meant Daddy. It was the mater of how I saw him. How I knew he was going to get me.
Struggling to get words out I spoke. “I saw him in my dream.” I stammered, wishing I were back in Justin’s safe arms. “He… he did stuff. I can still feel him on me.” I couldn’t manage to get a clear thought out. Instead all my thoughts and feelings of my dreams poured out as a mismatched bundle of words, which most likely made no sense.
“Shhhh.” He soothed, taking my hands and rubbing his thumb soothingly in my palms. “I want you to listen to me.” He said seriously, his brown eyes burning into mine. I nodded. “Daddy is gone. He’s in jail or at least in custody far away.” He insisted. I nodded again. I recalled the day that the policewoman came in and told up that Daddy had been arrested. It was an odd day. I felt relieved, but not happy. Something felt wrong about it that I couldn’t explain. I remember that Justin was really happy and everyone kept telling me that I wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore, but I just couldn’t be happy. I felt more in a state of shock. In a way I felt numb. “He’s not going to hurt us anymore.” Justin smiled lightly. So many doctors and officers had told me the exact same thing. But somehow it felt truer coming from Justin. I felt as though his words were genuine and not rehearsed and used on so many other ‘victims’, so the call us, in the hospital.
I swallowed hard and nodded again, still unable to get the vivid feeling off of me. I could still feel his hands, I could still smell his breath, and I could still feel the old white fabric being pulled off my body. It was all too real. It didn’t mater if I’d never see Daddy again; his actions were never going to stop. He was never going to stop hurting me. It would just be the same horrible nightmare over and over and over. “Don’t leave me.” I begged quietly, taking Justin’s hand. He nodded kindly and crossed his legs so he was sitting right across from me, looking me in the eyes with the kindest expression.
“Excuse me? Sarah?” Dr. Bennett walked in, holding a clipboard to her chest. Her smile was bright as always and her bangs were clipped back with a bright pink clip, making her glasses look even larger. “There are some people here who would like to see you if you feel ready.” She smiled, a hint of excitement creeping into her tone.
Justin and I cocked out heads to the side. “Who?” Another doctor I assumed. She took a deep breath and shot a glance out my door.
“It’s your parents.”
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Teen Fiction" Sometimes the road to recovery is more twisted and agonizing than the sickness itself." Eight years ago Sarah and Justin were kidnapped. For years they were trapped in the dark, knowing of nothing but pain. It seemed like it was all over for them...
