Midnight's Plea

Captured By a Fake

Chapter Fourteen

Captured By a Fake

I awoke several hours later, feeling a little faint. I could have sworn I was just in purgatory, but here I was in a school nurse office. I felt a little panic creep into me as I met a pair of warm, loving green eyes.

Zeke never hurts me, so why do I suddenly feel unsafe around him?

"Midnight," he whispered as he sat next to me. "Baby, I missed you. So what's going on with you? You passed out backstage after the assembly. Everyone freaked."

"Nothing’s wrong," I blurted, unthinkingly. "I just freaked, that's all."

"Well, then," he whispered, seductively. "How about I give you a gift before I congratulate you?" Before I could answer, he smashed his lips against mine and distracted me with a kiss that finally answered my confusion.

I shoved him off of me, and stood up. When Zeke kisses me I usually feel as if my heart and will are going to explode, or crumble. This kiss felt wrong - as if he was someone I was not supposed to be messing with. As if he was planning to do something bad to me.

When I tried to walk away, he grabbed my arm and shoved me back down on the cot. He held me down, and kissed me lustfully, fiercely, and almost forcefully. A cold chill ran down my spine as he continued, as adrenaline and fear pulsed through my veins making this seem like more than it was. It's not like he hasn't raped me before - but this is Zeke we're talking about. He doesn't touch me like that.

As he trailed kisses down my jaw line, I whispered a silent plea to him. "Zeke, please don't this. This isn't you!"

He stopped for a second, and said, "Then you obviously don't know your man very well, now don't you?" I gasped, and he laughed.

"Trevor?" I asked, inwardly crying. He laughed again.

"No Trevor here; just your good pal Zeke." My eyes widened, and he smiled. He got up and snapped his finger, and then just like that, we ended up in his room. The familiar smell of clean sheets and fresh lemons reminded me of the horrible things 'Trevor' use to do to me here.

Zeke got up, and opened his dresser drawer; this is my chance to escape. I hesitantly lifted my arm, just to have it fall right back to my side.

"I wouldn't try escaping," he warned. "I put a spell on you to immobilize you temporarily." Something clanged, and my body straightened at the sound. "Then again, having you squirm is way more fun than just seeing you cry." He pulled out a cutting knife, and jumped on top of me. He smiled as I slowly began to regain control of my legs. He grabbed my wrists, and pinned them above my head - my one weakness. "Ah, ah, ah; there’s no fun in that, now is there?"

"Zeke, don't do this to me! You know what Trevor's done to me is exactly what you're doing now!"

"Yeah, well, not meaning to burst your bubble, but there is no Trevor! I made it up years ago just so you couldn't see the truth of what I was doing to you." My body started to shake at the realization. So...Zeke was the one abusing me all these years? I think I'm going to be sick. “Save the crying for when I start. Or, matter of a fact, don't cry. This is the last time you're going to feel any kind of pleasure in your life, so you might as well enjoy it." Did he just say what I thought he said?

He smiled as he dragged the blade across my cheek, sending mixed waves of pain, confusion, and bliss throughout my whole body. Tears continued to flow out of my eyes, stinging the wounds and making me dizzy. He continued to cut me on my arms, legs, thighs, and face till he had enough. Then, he took off my shirt and marked and large X on my stomach, smiling as he did. He kissed the new cut and began exploring me more, removing my clothes until I was a naked, bloody mess underneath him.

"Time to meet your maker," he said victoriously. I sighed, giving up and just wanting to die more than anything. At least I'll see dad again. I bet he won't be happy about this, but it's an excuse for us to spend some quality time with each other.

That may be a good thing.

Then again it probably won’t.