Forgiveness Book 1

Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off

Troy decided that he would convince Dylan to let him take her on a date. He spoke to Taylor and Annabel about it. They both said it was a bad idea. Anyone could see that she was head over heels for Brendon.
Troy thought that Dylan had lied to him when she said she wasn't interested. He was going to make her see that he was worthy of her love. Even if it meant doing extreme things to prove it.
Dylan was happy now. The happiest she had been on a long time. She loved her work and college. She had fantastic family, friends, and boyfriend. She was missing him like crazy. He would call her as often as possible, though. Their phone calls were starting to get a little steamy. Dylan spoke to her rape and PTSD counsellor about it. She said that it looks like Dylans libido was coming back if things were heating up with Brendon on the phone. A couple of times had nearly ended up in phone sex. Brendon would say things to her that would make her close her eyes and open her legs. Her breathing would get a little faster. He would tell her how beautiful she was. Brendon would say that she was a sexy woman. How he desired her and that he would wait for as long as it took to take their relationship further. It was getting harder and harder to resist now. Dylan found Brendon to be so attractive and sexy. She told him that.
"So I'm sexy,huh?" He asked, teasing her down the phone.
"Omg, yes you are." She breathed out. This conversation was happening in the college campus dining area, whilst she waited for Annabel. Dylan was squeezing her thighs shut. Troy sat behind Dylan, listening to her side of the chat.
"What makes me sexy, Dyl? Tell me." He whispered the last part. Dylan moaned a tiny moan, and her mouth was getting dry. "That moan was gorgeous, baby. I hope I can make you moan like that again someday." Brendon was breathing heavily into the phone, which made Dylans underwear damp.
"Bren." She breathed out. Her breathing hitched up a little bit, too.
"Am I making your panties damp?"
"Yes, you are." Dylan was trying her best not to go home and help herself be relieved.
"Good. I bet you want to go home, don't you?" She gasped.
"How did you know?"
"Just a hunch." Annabel approached, and Dylan said her goodbyes to Brendon and composed herself.
"Hi Annabel." She said. Dylans skin was flushed.
"You just had phone sex, didn't you?" Annabel asked. Dylan shook her head and started to eat her salad. They discussed their placements and how different it was teaching the various things about each grade.
Dylan walked back towards her apartment when her phone rang. Thinking it was Brendon, she smiled, not looking at the caller ID.
"Hey, Bren."
"Who's Bren?" Dylan stopped dead on the sidewalk. Her blood ran cold. How was he able to contact her?
"Owen?" She asked.
"It's me, Dylan." Owen was trying to be as casual as anything.
"Why are you calling me?"
"I want you to come and see me. I am still in the psychiatric hospital."
"Why? Why would you want me to do that? I am healing, Owen!
I have PTSD because of what you did to me, and then you have the audacity to expect me to come and see you. No, Owen. Please don't contact me again!" Dylan hung the phone up and started crying. She rushed home and locked and deadbolted her door. Even though Owen was thousands of miles away in a secure psychiatric unit, doing that made her feel safer.
Dylan sat in an armchair and tried to steady her breathing. She picked her phone up and messaged the group chat about what had just happened. Immediately, Dylans phone rang. It was Betty.
"What the fuck, Dyl?" She asked.
"I know!" Dylan was trying to get her head around it all. Her and Betty talked a little while longer, then they hung up. Dylan put her phone on silent and went to have a lie down. She felt drained from all the emotion of things.

After a nap, Dylan got up and did her college work, followed by some dinner. As she cleared her dishes, there was a knock at her door. She looked through the peephole. Troy. Dylan dropped her shoulders and opened the door. Troy didn't even wait for an invite. He walked straight in.
"Wow, Troy. Come in!" Dylan said sarcastically.
"Sit down!" Troy barked at her. She made her way over to the armchair. She didn't feel safe sitting with Troy on the couch.
"Dylan, you will go on a date with me. Tomorrow night. And then I bet I can make your underwear damp better than Urie does! I heard you at lunchtime." Dylan gasped and put a hand over her mouth. Troy stood up and strode over to Dylan. He grabbed her and went to kiss her. Straightaway, she began to panic.
"What are you doing?" Dylan panted. Her PTSD was giving her flashbacks of Owen. She started to scream. Troy was panicking now. He needed to shut Dylan up.
He placed a hand over her mouth.
"SHUT UP!" Troy yelled. She tried her best, but images were flowing through her mind of Owen repeatedly raping her. Then, the person was replaced with Troy.
Troy forces a kiss on Dylan. She gasped for air as a full-on panic attack was imminent.
Just by luck, Dylan had left her apartment door wide open. Augustine and Pete ran in.
"Get off her!" Pete yelled. Troys eyes widened. He licked Dylans cheek and neck. She whimpered. Her eyes were full of terror.
Pete walked towards them as Augustine called the police. Troy backed away, still holding onto Dylan. "Troy, leave Dylan alone."
"No! She lied to me. She was having fun lying to me. Dylan said she wasn't interested in having a relationship, and then she got with Brendon!"
"Have you ever thought that she didn't see you as anything but a friend?" Pete asked. More people turned up at Dylans place. Taylor and Patrick.
"Fuck!" Taylor said taking in the scene. That was when Troy produced a knife and held it to Dylans neck. Taylor cried out, and her hands went to her chest.