Escaping Fate

Chapter 12

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(Lyssa POV)

Well, shit... I looked to Oliver for some sort of affirmation, but got none. "W-what are you doing here?" I asked sheepishly.

"I think I should be asking you the same thing," Mark replied with a smirk. Why... Why did we have to run into him now? Of all times?

"Why don't you just leave us alone?" Oliver's voice was like acid. I put a hand on his shoulder to calm him, but he shrugged it off. Ouch...

"How about, no?" Mark countered and punched Oliver square in the face. He fell on his back. I turned to look at him and saw that he had a bloody nose and was out cold.

~Warning! Minor rape trigger~

I turned towards Mark=, "You Monster!" I slapped him hard across the face and he grabbed my arm.

"You're gonna regret that," he smirked and pulled me closer to him. He took off the hoodie that I was wearing and kissed my neck.

"P-please stop!" I exclaimed as I continued to struggle.

"No, you brought this on yourself. I never did get to finish all those years ago," he kept kissing my neck and ripped my shirt.

"No!" I protested. So many memories were coming back to me: memories that I wish I could forget forever. No one besides my family had known about him trying to rape me. I had just recently told Oliver. That was so hard. It took years of counseling to overcome.

Up until he tried raping me, uncle Mark and I were inseparable. He took me to the park and to movies. We always played together. I could never understand why he would do something like that. Especially to his own niece.

I shook my head and snapped out of my reverie as Mark fell away from me. I burst into tears and tried to wrap what was left of my shirt around me.

~Trigger scene over!

"Shhh," I was then enveloped in two warm, strong arms. "It'll be alright. I'm right here." It was Oliver.

(Oliver POV)

I came to and I saw Mark ripping Lyssa's shirt off. No one can defile my girl like that. We may not be together, but I won't let anyone treat her that way. Can't this guy get his kicks somewhere else?

I punched Mark in the face and hurried over to Lyssa. "Shhh," I hugged her, trying to calm her down, "It'll be alright. I'm right here."

I pulled away and started blushing horribly. I know this isn't the best time, but she was shirtless. And what can I say? I'm a teenage boy. Man, I just want to-

I pushed away all of my perverted thoughts and gave Lyssa the discarded sweatshirt, which now had a small rip in the middle as well. Oh, well. I guess I could still enjoy part of it. "Come on, we need to go tell Madame Raja."

She looked at me and was shaking. She was really scared and I could tell that she had some flashbacks during the attack. "O-okay," she replied as I picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I handed her the deserted gallon milk and hugged her closer to me.

I never once let go of her the rest of the way to Madame Raja's. Once we got in the house, Madame Raja came rushing to the door. "Where on earth ha-" she stopped mid-sentence when she saw the distraught look on my face.