biology class / COMPLETED

t w e l v e

I am awoken by a noise downstairs, my mother screaming and a gun shot.

I try to move, my poor mother, what the hell happened, I look down at my hands and feet but they're tied up. "help!" someone yells from downstairs.

the sheets are bloodstained.

I look around, blood splatters everywhere, cameras in the corners of the room. the doors shut.

this isn't my room. not the one I grew up in. not the one where I spent my first night. not the one where my daddy cried when he first saw. not mine.

this walls are white. wooden floors. woman's underwear everywhere. all different colors. different woman's clothes surrounding the bed.

I hear another shriek from downstairs and something was thrown. the stairs creek as I hear someone come up them.

I try to escape from the rope, but it doesn't budge. the door opens slowly and quietly, I see a silhouette standing there, staring down at me hungrily.

he makes his way to the bed and I realize. not only is this my ex boyfriend, but the one boy I trusted half my life. this wasn't the little boy I had a crush on in the seventh grade. and he surely wasn't my best friend in second grade, this wasn't him.

he jumps onto the bed, ignoring my glare, he rips my shirt open, pulling it off.

my breath hitches in my throat as he pulls my pajama shorts off.

drew would never do this, well I don't know about him now, but he never would do it before he became mental.

he was so loving and caring and gentle, he made me feel safe, but now he's like the person my drew was trying to keep me from.

I want my drew back. the old one. the one who wasn't forceful. the one who never yelled at me. and the one who took me to beautiful sights.

"arch your back" why did he want me to arch my back?

I arched it and he stuck his hands behind my back. he wanted to take my bra off.

I kicked him in the chest with my knee several times. I kicked and screamed and cried, I tried to get loose but it wouldn't work.

he was going to rape me. but no I couldn't let him.

and I called out for the only person who could help. "SPENCER! SPENCER HELP" I cried

"spencer!" my vision was blurry from the tears filling my eyes. I blinked and they ran down my cheeks.

I called out for him many times and I was soon being shaken from the side. my eyes shot open and spencer was next to me.

I wasn't tied up and I wasn't in that room filled with blood and woman's undergarments.

I was back in my room. I look down and I wasn't tied up, but my body was pressed against someone else's. "spencer" I whispered as he wrapped his big arms around me, squishing me.

it was just a dream, more like a nightmare.

my forehead was sweaty, my hands were clammy, and the back of my neck had sweat built up and when I say up, the sweat ran down my back.

"what happened?" he asked as he ran his hand up and down my back.

"it was a nightmare" I choke out.

"it's okay now, you're safe" and squeezes me tighter

"how'd you know I was having a nightmare?" I ask, my head still in his chest

"you screamed 'spencer' really loud a few times and it woke me up the first time you screamed it and I knew something was wrong" he finally pulls away.