Falling Together

Chapter 26 (Lily)

I was still sitting on the chair with my arms and legs tied up when I woke up. He had drugged me and gagged me with what I think was a shirt. All I could see and feel was his murderous gaze as I lifted my head making eye contact. He was a complete monster. I screamed and tried to find a way to get off this chair by pulling on where my hands were bounded together but I had gotten caught. Cole knew what he was doing, and watching me squirm in the chair made his eyes ignite with fury and caused him to get violent. He grabbed a pair of scissors and walked towards me.

Cole: "If you don't stop fighting me, things might get uncomfortable for you"

I furrowed my brows.

Cole: "Its a shame we never got along, you are quite beautiful."

He caressed my cheek with the scissors and then started to cut open my shirt, then my jeans. He managed to slide them all off me. I was left feeling vulnerable in just my bra and underwear. Cold and alone with a psycho.

Cole: "You're so delicate, it's almost cute."

He said with a devilish smirk. I flinch and look away trying to hold in the tears that were forming in my eyes. He grabs my chin and pulls me to look at him.

Cole: "Don't be shy. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will."

I try to pull my chin out of his hands but he tightens his grip. His face instantly changed from his signature smirk to a frightening scowl.

Cole: "You're acting like a child Lily. Maybe if you behaved I wouldn't have to punish you."

He starts to slide his fingers across my face; caressing my cheek, and moving down to my neck, over the cups of my bra and down to my thighs.

Cole: "Such soft, beautiful skin."

He places both hands on the sides of my face and then slams his lips to mine. Bile started to rise up my throat. It felt like I was kissing a dog full of slobber. He then lowers his hand down towards my underwear and fingers me.

Cole: "This body is mine now."

This isn't happening. This isn't real. I'm dreaming and maybe if I just woke up, all this would be over. I open my eyes to see his face full of pleasure and when I look down, I can tell his pants are starting to feel a little too tight. I had goose bumps all over my body and a tear slid down my face. I try to move my mouth as much as possible so that the cloth can come off but it wasn't working.

Cole: "You have no idea what I've been through. While you were living your fantasy with your knight and shining armor, I was in a prison cell. You sent me to prison, you little bitch."

He pulled his finger out of me and started walking slowly around me, eyeing me up and down.

Cole: "You saw that room upstairs? It was my brothers, Mike. He had a mental disorder and while I was in prison, he committed suicide. I wasn't there for him, because of you. He's gone and I couldn't help him, because of you. The second I walked out of those gates, you were done to me."

I manage to get my mouth free from the cloth and when he walks behind me I whisper, "You sent yourself to jail, but it's not your fault your brother killed himself."

He instantly stops. He comes to view in front of me and punches me in the face. My whole world is spinning and I can't see anything. Now my tears are coming down on full force.

Cole: "Do not talk about my brother like you knew anything about him!"

Lily: "I'm sorry just please, let me go. You're out of jail, you're free!"

He grabs a huge bottle of liquor from a bag he had brought with him, starts to chug it down and then throws it against the wall, making the glass shatter everywhere and spilling the remains all over the floor.

Cole: "You will never get out of here. Alive that is."

He takes a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and ignites one. Puffing the smoke into the air and gives me another smirk. I think I'm going to be sick.

Cole: "You know you stress me out darling."

He says as he takes another drag from his cigarette. I can't help thinking this is all my fault and now I won't be able to see my family, friends, or Adrian again. I bow my head and begin crying again. Then all of a sudden there's a strange sound coming from outside. I look up in curiosity to see what's going on.

Cole: "Don't you fucking move or try anything stupid."

He puts his cigarette out on an ash tray and walks outside. As soon as he's away I try to figure out a way out of this chair but the more I struggle, the more the ropes rub against my skin, causing it to burn. I try to move my hand and when I do, I feel the Velcro that is on the bag I had brought, it's attached to the the chair I was sitting on. I realize that I had mace in there. One day I figured that if anything were to happen to me I would have it handy to protect me. So I reach for it and try to think of a plan for when he comes back inside. I change my grip on the mace and then I don't feel it anymore. I gasp as I look over my shoulder to look for it but don't see it anywhere on the floor.

I turn back around to the sound of something rolling and see my bottle of mace rolling towards the small coffee table in front of me. Gaining momentum, it hurt the table relatively hard and then I see the ash tray tip over and fall on the spilt liquor Cole left. The next thing I know, fire is ignited and it starts growing on the wall. My eyes widen when I realize Cole's cigarette just lit this fire. I try to get away from it but instead my chair tips over and I slam on my side against the floor.

"Shit!" I mumble under my breathe and start trying to slide away from the fire. Someone will have to realize the fire or the smoke coming from the house. Because if not, these might be the last breaths I take. What if Cole gets angry at me, more than he already is, what if he hits me again? I take a deep breathe and pull myself together. I'd rather die before he can touch me again. The whole room starts to spin and becomes harder to breathe. The fire has now spread towards the stairs and I've made it a safe distance away by wiggling in the chair.

Cole still hasn't come inside and the gore is creepingcloser, I have no room to move. I try to close my eyes and picture the onething that makes me happy. These could be my last thoughts. I picture the one thingthat is worth living for, Adrian. I hope he's safe. I hope he's far away fromthis horrible monster. I love him, and I will always love him till the day Idie and by the looks of it, that day doesn't seem so far off. I hear voicescoming from outside but I couldn't pin point who it was. Someone else is here.