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Chapter 8

(Part 2 of the date)

CAITLIN'S POV

I grab the side of my jacket, playing with it as the clock on the TV is winding to 5pm.

My phone vibrates startling me. I pick it up to see Zach messaged me on Twitter (he hasn't gave me his number)

Zach- hey I'm leaving right now be there in 5 beautiful xx

I don't respond but I walk downstairs, still messing around with the side of my jacket. As I'm waiting, I remembering moments from the past.

*Possible trigger warning..?*

F L A S H B A C K

I scream out in pain as my step father, as it is a year and a half after my real father died, kicks me. My mom is at work, as she trusts him to watch him.

"Bitch!" He screams out kicking my side again. He got very drunk and he's mad at me for some reason, again.

He walks to the kitchen. This is my moment. I grab my phone and I hold the home button and it brings me to Siri.

"112" I whisper. I have my volume down already so it's not loud.

"Calling emergency services..." She replies and calls 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" The over-preppy voice said.

I whisper my address and tell her to listen as I slide my phone under the couch.

My step father walks in once again with a broken glass bottle. "This is what you get, Caitlin for being a bitch," he says with rage in his voice. He kicks my side and grabs my right arm, and slices it with the glass. I shriek out in pain, holding in tears.

I hear something from the phone and sounded like:

"Help is on the way!"

He stands on my wrists as he uses the glass to cut my shirt open. I start crying out, knowing what he's going to do to me. He then rips off my leggings and takes off his pants.

"Please! Don't!" I scream out.

He slaps me before replying, "stop it you ugly bitch!" Ouch.

Let's just say... He started touching me, and raped me.

Before he was 'finished' the door was kicked down.

"Police! Put your hands up!" They say, and I try my hardest to muffle my screams and extremely loud sobs.

"What the fuck?!" He says slapping me. "Why the fuck did you call the cops you worthless slut!" He says as the police have to pull him back, fucking out of me. It was so awkward.

"What's your name?" One of the girl officers asks me looking up from a note pad as another officer raps a blanket around my shivering body. I'm so scared right now, and a little cold as the drafty air sweeps into the house.

"Caitlin.." I softly mumbles. Shaking. She nods and scribbles it down.

"How is he related to you Caitlin?" She asks looking up from the notepad.

"He's my S-step father." I manage to get out before my sobs become louder.

Out of nowhere, a officer come up and hugs me trying to calm me down. I look up at him, as he more than likely 6'2 and I'm 5'0. He has bright green eyes and dirty blonde hair. I look at his name tag to see 'Hemmings'.