A Fairytale Ending: A Christina Grimmie & Bobby Plizak Fanfiction (trilogy)

Chapter 27

I wanted to cry. I knew that if I had been put in the same position I would be forced to do the same thing, and I wanted to stop what was happening, but I had no way to do it.

The woman was forced to strip, and I was forced to watch. The man held my head straight on, glancing at me between watching her. I shut my eyes, and he pinched me in the side, threatening a "bigger punishment" if it happened again.

Soon enough, she was left in nothing but her bra and underwear. I didn't want to know what he was planning on doing.

"Stop," he said as she shakily reached around to unclasp her bra. I let out a deep breath through my nose as she did as well as a sign we were relieved.

Our relief was washed away quickly, though, when the man said, "I'll get the rest."

The woman's face drained of all color, and I was sure mine did the same.

Wake up, Christina. It's just a nightmare. Wake up. Wake up!

"You," he said, turning to me, "keep your eyes open or there'll be two babies dead."

If I didn't watch he was going to kill her child and my unborn one? This was just disturbing. I wanted so badly to hear Bobby calling my name, telling me I was flailing around the bed, but it didn't happen.

Next thing I knew, my hands were being untied. They were untied for one moment before he pulled them back in front of me and tied them to the bed frame.

"There. Now you get a front row seat."

I shivered.

He turned to the other woman, and I wondered how we could all ignore the wailing baby in the next room so easily. "Get on the bed."

The woman got on the bed and laid on her back in a way I'm sure she'd done countless times before.

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

The woman didn't say anything. I winced as his hand moved up and he slapped her across the face.

"I said what's your fucking name."

"R-Rachel," she answered. Her voice was shaking.

"Nice to meet you, Rachel," he said. "I'm Sean."

Sean, I thought. I wonder if he wants me to call him by his name. I wonder if there's a reason he told her his name.

He moved a little away from the bed and started taking off his shirt. "I'll make it easy for you," he said. "You don't even need to take any of my clothes off."

I forced myself to keep my eyes open, knowing I couldn't let this poor woman down, or myself, for that matter. I was hoping the police would break in. I was hoping that they would've seen the car, that they could save all of us from this mess. I was hoping I could run away, run into Bobby's arms and kiss him like I'd never kissed him. I was hoping I could meet Rachel's husband, I could watch as they hugged each other and he told her everything was OK. I was hoping they could miraculously bring back their son, that he could become friends with Lucas. That Rachel and I would be saved and could become friends, two families with children around the same age. I was hoping, but that's the problem. Hopes don't always come true.

When I came back to reality, Sean was completely naked. I hadn't ever seen anyone like this except Bobby, and I didn't plan on ever seeing anyone else like this. I hated it, I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I had to be strong for that baby. For that baby, and for mine. And for Rachel.

Sean got on the bed and grabbed at Rachel's cheeks. He brought his face down to hers and kissed her, but she looked like she was not kissing him back much. I mean, I couldn't blame her. I'd do the same thing.

"Are you gonna play nice? Or would you rather me just kill your baby and leave?" he said.

Rachel didn't answer. He went back down and kissed her again, and he put his tongue in her mouth and he kissed her as if they were husband and wife and had done this a million times before.

C'mon, Bobby. Tell the police where to go. Save me from this disaster.

He moved his hands down her body, over her neck and to her cleavage. He began rubbing over her breasts over top of the bra as he kissed her. She was shaking. I couldn't believe how strong this woman was. How she could control herself so much for her baby, and I wondered if I would be the same way if I were in her position.

He moved away from her mouth and started taking off her bra. I wanted to look away, I wanted to grab a phone and call 911. I just wanted it all to be over, for both of us, but I couldn't do it.

Rachel looked everywhere but at him. Her eyes met mine, and I tried to apologize to her through my gaze.

Before I knew it, they were both naked. He was whispering something in her ear, and his hands were at her center. He did something and she squirmed and whimpered.

"Don't really like rough play, huh?" he asked, loud enough for me to hear. "Well, I do."

He slapped her again, and he thrust into her with no warning. She started to scream, and he covered her mouth with his, muffling any noise.

"Don't make a fucking sound or I'll take you out and your precious baby," he said, holding her head to look at him.

I wanted to cry. I wanted this to just be over, and soon enough it was. He released inside her and she had the most pitiful look on her face.

"Well," he said, pulling out and going to put his clothes on, "what do you say?"

Rachel looked at him, trying to cover her naked body.

"What? I don't get a fucking thank you, Sean?"

"Thank you, Sean," she mumbled.

"Can't hear you!" he yelled. I winced. He came over once he was fully dressed and started untying me from the bed frame.

"Thank you, Sean," she repeated, louder.

"You're welcome," he replied as she was rushing to get her clothes back on.

As she was turned around, pulling her shirt over her head, he pulled out his gun and shot her. She fell down, the baby started crying, and he began to run, pulling me with him. I told myself I would not let him get to that baby. He told her he wouldn't, and I knew I couldn't let him. It was the least I could do for her.

He looked in the room at the crying baby and kept his gun up.

"Is there no other way to get you to shut the hell up?" he asked it.

I knew what he was thinking, but I knew I couldn't let him do it. I ran over to the crib and started humming, hoping it would calm down a little.

Eventually, the baby stopped full out crying and was just whimpering.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," he said, grabbing me and pulling me to a new car. I knew it must have been Rachel's and he must've figured his plan out while I was peeing.

He pushed me into the back and covered me with a blanket.

"Only one more stop later tonight for some food, then I'll have you in the right place and I can take you like I took her," Sean said with a smile.

C'mon Bobby. Save me from this disaster. I know you can help. Make them let you help. I can't do much. I'm exhausted, and I don't think the baby's doing well. C'mon Bobby. Save me from this disaster. . . my thoughts repeated until I drifted off to sleep.

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Author's Note:
Honestly, I almost forgot to edit this chapter before posting it because I was putting off re-reading it. I kind of hate what I made happen, but hey... action is action.

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