Perfect Maniac

Not Over

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT ACTIVITY.

Iris' P.O.V

I ran until I was behind the door to my house. Dropping to my knees, I started coughing. Flashbacks kept appearing. It became too overwhelming. Blood came up my throat and onto the floor. I grasped my stomach as it all came up. Chocking on my own blood.

I shook uncontrollably. I could still feel his fingers inching down my pants. They had made their way to my underwear. That's when I knew it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

My clothes stained with blood, only made me look like a killer. That I was. It all came to feel as a reality. It seemed to rush and my heart jumped to my throat.

"I killed somebody." My own words seemed a reality after each passing second. I didn't want them to be. I didn't want to be what was expected. Just like my father. He hurt people. Not even to protect himself. "Protecting. I was trying to protect myself." I gasped. My breath escaped. More blood forced onto the cold tiles. I trembled.

I tried to stand, my legs only gave out. I fell to the floor and cried out. I was all alone. I couldn't do anything about it. I shivered. Each second my temperature changed. I pressed my back against the counter with my feet against the wall not too far. I pressed harder as though I was trying to push away the pain.

My stomach calmed. I almost forgot of what I had done. For just a moment I relaxed. I leaned my head against the side of the counter. My eyes started to close.

At first I thought I had imagined it. The door slowly opened. It must be my aunt. Who else could it be?

My heart fled to my throat. The boy with the brown hair stood in the door way. Blood covering his hands.

"He's dead." A tear ran down his cheek. "You should have just let him. It would have been for the better." He seemed raged. Suddenly that changed. He smiled at me. "I'm here to finish what he started." He closed the door behind him.

I stood, using the counter as support. He approached me blocking me from escaping. I shook and nearly let go of my support. I tightened my grip on the counter.

"Don't scream." He put his hand over my mouth. His other hand slyly slid down my back side. He pinned up against the counter blocking all ways out. He trapped me against my will.

He slid his hand under my pants. Under what was the only thing protecting me. His hand went under my underwear. It explored what there was. I pulled my head back. "P-Please!" I chocked. "Don't do it!"

He put his hand somewhere that made me stop. I gasped and felt a tear escape.

"Say another word and I'll sow your mouth shut!" He kept his hand in the same spot. "Do you understand me?" He dug his hand deeper once I didn't respond. I nodded. Tears kept falling. "Good." He looked me up and down. "Now, undress."

I continued to cry. I unbuttoned my pants against my will. I slid them down revealing only underwear. I pushed my shoes and socks off. He looked upwards. At that I slid off my shirt. He smiled. He nodded for me to continue. I chocked on a sob. I unhooked my bra letting it go. I felt more vulnerable then I had ever before.

He took his hands, sliding them down my sides. Down my, underwear he slid them off. I trembled, crossing my legs. He thought a moment. Without hesitation he pushed me onto the counter. Sliding everything else off of it. He sat on top off me. Right to it, he pushed down my legs.

I noticed on the other side of the counter sat a knife stand. I went to reach for it. Before I could I felt his tough. I grew raged. I grabbed a knife. Hiding it, I jumped onto him. He smiled and stumbled. He kissed my neck. I gripped the knife harder. At that I pushed the knife through his back side. I dragged the blade down his torso. Digging it deeper he screamed.

His shirt now ripped and covered in blood, held the knife in it. I let the knife sit in his back. I smiled. I didn't know why, but I smiled. I wiggled the knife, still leaving it in his torso. He screamed in pain. I slowly pulled the knife out. Once it was out of his flesh he pulled away. His pupils enlarged. Blood covered the floor. He remained silent. His breathing stopped and I chocked.

What did I just do? I was startled as the door was kicked open. I looked up to see an officer. He held his hand on his gun.

"Step down." He spoke loud and firm. I did as told. "I need you to explain the situation before you have your hands tied."

A tear made an appearance. "They-" I chocked. "Rape." Was all I managed.

He looked at me in the eyes. "I said explain."

"Sir. I was raped."