Comfortable Chaos

Chapter 6

Brandi

You yell one more time and I'm gonna hurt you...really bad.

Grateful for the excuse to go outside and greet them, I hop out of my chair and step out the front door. Daddy gets out of the truck and leans over the back. He reaches for his bucket and rod. Chuck comes from around the truck and hands Daddy the other rod.

"Whew! Thanks for letting me hold your rod. I don't know what happened to mine," Chuck said.

"Sure. Anytime."

I walk up to the truck. "Daddy, Mama wants to know if you want green beans, lima beans or asparagus with the fish."

"Lima beans." Daddy makes a face. "We don't have any black eyed peas in there."

I shrug.

"Alright. Let me go in there and see what's going on. Here." He hands me the rods. "Put these in the shed for me."

I try to grab both rods but Chuck immediately reaches for one of them. "I'll help her put them away."

"Thanks."

Chuck and I walk toward the back of the house. Daddy built the shed about three years ago. He's so proud of it, mostly because he built it with his own hands. When he first started, Mama told him she didn't like the way it looked. It didn't match the rest of the house, she said. She nagged long and loud enough so Daddy improved the exterior. Now, it looks like a little house with gray siding, small windows and white trimming.

Since the shed is several yards away from the house in the back, Chuck and I have a little walk to get there. This is the perfect time to ask him for an update.

"Did you get a chance to talk to Daddy?"

"Yes. I've had a few chances to talk to him," Chuck said.

"What did he say?"

"Well, you have to know Brandi your parents care about you and only want to do what's best for you."

"What are you saying? That they said no?"

"Not exactly."

We reach the shed and I unlock it. Chuck reaches for the door, opening it to let me in. I step inside first, searching for the place Daddy usually stores his fishing equipment. It's in the corner on the right, behind the light brown wooden table. There are wood boarders, wall anchors, peg boards and shelves added to maximize space for all of Daddy's tasks and activities. While I walk in to put the rod in its proper place, I can hear Chuck walk in behind me and close the door. He hands me the last rod, while I try to steady them.

"I don't understand. If Daddy didn't say that he would let me talk to boys, then what did he say?" I asked.

If I could just get these rods to stand up straight, that would be awesome but for some reason, they keep falling. I bend to pick them up and Chuck wraps his big hands around my waist. He pulls me to him quickly. I gasp.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhhhhh." Chuck runs his right hand over the back of my hair. "Brandi," he whispered in my left ear, "you were really sexy the other day winking at me."

"What?" I whimpered. I'm starting to shake all over. What is he doing? How do I get out of here?

"You're not ready for boys yet but..." he reaches his left hand up my sundress. "I can make you ready."

I have to do something. I have to get out of here. I struggle to move away from him but he pushes me up against the wooden boarders. My head hits the first shelf.

"No, no. Please stop."

My plea goes unanswered. He shoves me against the boarders again and puts his leg between my legs, spreading them apart as if he is about to arrest me. Tears fall from my eyes. I can't believe what's happening. What am I supposed to do?

I feel hard pressure on my back between my shoulder blades. It must be his elbow. He yanks my underwear down with his free hand. Once they were pulled low enough, he stepped on them until they reached the floor.

I start to cry out loud. "No! Ahh!" I screamed.

He presses his body weight forward, leaning on me. He's so heavy. A car would be lighter than his body. He grabs my hair and pulls back hard.

"Ah..."

"You yell one more time and I'm gonna hurt you...really bad."

A sob escapes my throat. My tears are now clouding my vision. Why won't anyone come save me?

I hear a zipping sound. "You can make this easy or hard. It's up to you," he said.

He pulls my waist back and pushes himself inside me. I grit my teeth at the searing pain. Black spots appear before my eyes. I'm going in and out of consciousness in between the sound of his grunts. Something else falls on the floor. A broom or a rake maybe.

My shoulder scrapes the boarder from the repeated back and forth motion of him pounding me from behind. He grabs my hair again and pounds harder and faster. I'm blacking out again...I'm coming to again. I've lost track of time. He jerks and moans.

He pulls himself out of me, breathing hard and staggers toward the table. I hold on to the boarders, trying to steady myself. Chuck pulls up his pants.

"Brandi? Brandi?" he called.

I slowly turn to look at this monster through the teary film over my eyes.

"You might wanna fix yourself up. Dinner should be ready soon."