Fate (Prequel to Captured)

Chapter Three: Routine

The girl continued to cry as I raped her, but I didn't care. I didn't know why I was doing this either, but I just continued to do it. I knew it was wrong, but I wasn't going to stop until she learned a lesson.


When I was finally finished she was sobbing and I was breathing heavily.


"Please let me go." she whimpered. I just shook my head and smirked at her. I got off the bed and got dressed as she just stared at me, but I turned around to get a shirt and when I turned back around she had fallen asleep. I sighed and a thought ran through my mind. I didn't want to get in trouble for rape, so I thought that maybe since she was drunk, I could just drop her off where I found her and she would think it was a dream... Hopefully that would happen, and if it didn't she didn't know my name anyway, AND she was too drunk to remember my face clearly. It would be impossible for the police to know who did it. With a sigh I picked up the girl and dressed her, carrying her over my shoulder back outside to the car. I sat her in the passenger seat and started the car, driving back to the exact spot I found her in. I felt kind of bad to leave her here, since all my anger had faded away and now I was back to my normal self, but I had to. I made sure no one was around before I opened the door and sat her on the ground against a brick wall, making sure she was still asleep. Then I got back in the car and drove home, my thoughts all over the place. It felt good not to be angry again, but I couldn't believe I had just done that to an innocent girl. She didn't deserve that, but there was no way I could hold it back. I was just scared that it would happen again... But my main thought right now was cleaning up my room so that when Red got back he wouldn't suspect anything.


As soon as I got home I parked Red's car and ran inside, putting his car keys back where I found them and jogging up to my room. I changed the sheets on my bed and made sure no other evidence remained before I yawned loudly. I stripped down to my boxers and flopped onto the bed, but before I fell asleep thoughts ran through my head. I had sex for the first time with a complete stranger, and I didn't even have control over it. I never wanted my anger to get control of me like that ever again, and from now on I refused to let it take over my body. And that was a promise that I would keep no matter what.


I woke up the next morning with memories of last night flooding my head. Now I just wanted to go find that girl and apologize, but I knew I shouldn't unless I wanted to get in trouble for what I did. I rolled out of bed and went downstairs to see that Red was on the couch watching TV.


"Hey Chris, I see you finally made it out of your room." he commented.


"Uh, yeah." I responded in an unsure voice. I sat down in the chair and stared at the ground, flashbacks of last night frequently invading my mind. I shook away the thoughts and sighed, knowing I needed to forget about what happened and move on.


***


I began getting used to California in the next few days that passed, but no matter how much I tried to ignore it, I felt my anger rising again. It made me scared when I realized this, and I even began considering going back to my parents house and seeing if that would change my newfound anger issues. I didn't think I'd be able to go back this soon, though. Maybe later when I had cooled down some. Even though at this rate I didn't think I'd ever cool down.


A few days later I could feel the rage locked inside, but I ignored it as much as I could. Red said he was leaving again, and my heart skipped a beat. If he left... I might do something, and I didn't want to do anything that I would regret later.


Red left about an hour later and I just sat on the couch with my heart pounding in my chest. I was hungry, and I didn't have anything to cook, so I'd have to go out to eat, but I was scared to. I didn't want anything to happen.


About an hour later, I finally gave up as I grabbed the car keys and hopped in the car. I promised myself that when I drove by that street I wouldn't let myself be overcome by temptation. When I was driving along the road I could feel the temptation rising as if on cue, but I clenched my jaw and tried as hard as I could to ignore it.


As I passed the bar I felt something change inside of me and I stomped on the brake, screeching to a halt. Not again, not again, please not again.


I got out of the car and walked towards the bar, seeing an alley right next to it. I looked near the edge of the alley and I spotted another girl who was crying on the ground. I walked up to her and she looked up when she sensed my presence.


"What's wrong?" I asked, my tone rough.


"N-nothing. Leave me alone." She mumbled, drying her tears.


"Tell me what's wrong and I will." I said, and she glared at me.


"Please go away." She said in a cold voice.


"I'm not going anywhere." I said with a shrug, leaning back against the wall. She got up and made a move to shove me away, but I caught her wrists and pinned her arms by her side.


"You gonna hit me?" I asked curiously, my voice shaking slightly. The anger was begging to be let out, and it had already managed to take control of me, but I didn't want this to happen.


"Let me go!" She demanded. I shook my head and then as I lost the battle to my anger, I felt it flood through my body, consuming me. I felt weak and hopeless as I tried to fight it, and then something clicked in my brain. Wouldn't it be easier to not fight the anger? Wouldn't it be easier to just give in? It would... and there was no point in fighting it. I would always lose.


As these thoughts ran through my mind I opened the floodgate and let the rage take over. I dragged the girl with me to my car, covering her mouth to muffle her shouts. I threw her into the car and slammed the door, getting into the drivers side and locking the car. She looked terrified, her eyes unfocused as the alcohol trickled through her system.


Now I knew just what to do. The same thing as last time, and then drop her off where I found her. It worked last time, maybe it would work this time too.


***


I took the girl home and then did the same thing I did to the other girl. Maybe it was wrong, but I had lost all will to care about anyone else's emotions. I was emotionally broken, so I would break other people too. As many people as it took.


When I was finished with the girl, she was passed out. I dropped her off at the alley, feeling disgusted with myself, but proud at the same time. I was relieved of my anger for the moment, and I felt a tradition in the making. I didn't even care anymore about how angry I got. As long as I had a way to get rid of it, I was fine.


***


I finally began to get used to living with Red, and I settled into my routine of staying in my room until Red was gone. Whenever he left, I would always go out and kidnap a girl. I had gotten completely used to it by now, and I was surprised I hadn't been caught yet. I couldn't help feeling guilty when I stared at the poor girl's faces, so in the back of my mind I was trying to come up with other ways to get rid of my anger. But I wasn't coming up with much. So far, this was my only way to release my anger. And I continued to do it over and over again.


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A/N this is a filler chapter and it's probably boring but the next chapter will be better :) and also, ***I HAVE AN IMPORTANT QUESTION*** does anyone live in Maryland, or somewhere really close to Maryland? Cause I literally cannot find anyone in Maryland that likes Chris brown. IM ALL ALONE AND ITS SAD :( and btw, sorry for the short chapter I'll make a longer one next time :/