Dipping Into Together

Ch 13

Rolling over, my shin hit something hard. Opening my eyes slowly, I wondered why I wasn’t in my bed. Then, suddenly, without warning, a huge headache came on. I groaned and tried to sit up, but something was restraining me from doing so. I slowly opened my eyes again, and screamed. Except I didn’t scream, because I was gagged, so only a muffled noise came out. I was tied up, on the ground next to a bed. I was in a bedroom of sorts. I suddenly knew with horrifying clarity where I was.

Jonah’s house.

Did he rape me?

Glancing down my body, I almost passed out from relief when I noticed that my clothes were still fully on.

I needed to get out of here. I needed to go to the police and tell them everything. First I needed to get Jonah and we would both go to the police. I was in way over my head. For some reason, for some stupid, stupid reason I came here with that monster, willingly. I convinced myself that it was for Jonah, when in the first place I should’ve gotten Jonah and taken him with me to the police. But no, I had to try to solve everything by myself. As if this was a good solution. Now look where that got me. In a bedroom. Tied up.

Very well done, Destiny.

I screamed in frustration.

Then, I heard the door of the bedroom opening. I lay very, very still. Suddenly a shadow fell over me, and I found myself staring into Jonah’s uncle’s eyes.

“Hey there,” he whispered soothingly, “how you doing?” His hand slid around to cup the back of my head. I squirmed away from him, but his other hand gripped my waist, preventing me from moving. “Sorry about your head, I didn’t mean for you to hit yourself.” His hand slid down from my head to my shoulder, then lower to my rib cage. He began to massage my stomach, breathing heavily.

I started to cry.

“Shh, I’ll make it better.” Slowly, he lifted up my shirt to right below my boobs, and leaned down. He traced his fingers along my stomach slowly, and then he began to lay soft, sweaty kisses on my stomach.

I screamed. I squirmed. I kicked.

But nothing worked. His grip was strong and I was tied up. There was nothing I could do. Nothing that could help me.

“Uncle!”

I was sinking into a foggy place.

“Uncle!”

His hands were damp and sweaty. Why couldn’t he leave me alone? Why couldn’t it stop. And as his hands traveled farther up my body, my mind retreated into the depths of my soul. Somewhere where he couldn’t touch me.

“Uncle!”

I knew it was Jonah’s voice I was hearing. What I did not register was that it was getting closer. Another thing I didn’t notice was that Jonah’s Uncle, I think Jonah just called him Uncle, so, Uncle couldn’t hear Jonah. He was so far gone in well, me, that he couldn’t hear Jonah.

And I couldn’t register that Jonah was actually in the house.

But I was coming out of the depths of my subconscious and coming out. Jonah’s voice was leading the way back. I groaned and attempted again to roll over, but his hands were still all over me.

Suddenly it was all too much, the touching, Jonah’s voice, being captured. I just reached a breaking point.

And then I proceeded to freak the fuck out.

“Get off me! Get off!” I screamed, even though it was muffled. “Get off me you sick batsard! Get off! Get the fuck off me right now!”