Not such a frantastic life

Fear

Jc stood from his spot smirking. Had he snuck out of his room to hurt me again? What is he gonna do to me now? Why? Why again?

"No please." I cried. He didn't hesitate to walk closer and ignore my plea. He stood at the foot of my bed, his hand resting on the end of the mattress.

"You look so cute laying in that bed. With that patience robe on." He said looking me up and down with a evil sparkle in his brown eyes.

He walked around to the side of my bed and stood over me. I cried into my hands not knowing what he was going to do to me next. Was he going to.. to rape me again. Or.. or something much much worse. Goosebumps cover my body as he places a hand on my shoulder and leans into my ear. Tears streamed down my face as he moved closer to me. I felt his breath on my face, just like before. More tears silently rolled down my cheeks as he spoke again.

"Don't cry." he said wiping away my tears.

"I'm gonna make you love me right." he said nibbling his hot breath on my ear.

"Please stop." I sobbed pulling away. Jc crawled on top of me and began to peck at my flesh.

I was crying and sweating by the time I snapped out of my dream and back to reality. I was breathing hard, and the big breaths I was taking in really didn't help any. I was in the same room. The same bed. The same position. The only difference was that, Connor was right beside me, peering into my teary eyes with pure concern. Nurses were rushing around the room adjusting the cords and i-vs hooked into my body. The heart monitor that was hooked up beside me was beating as fast as a drum line.

"Don't worry Lydia. I'm right here." Connor said muffing my tears into his chest, pulling me in a tight hug.

"Please don't let him take me." I choked up quietly into his chest.

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After I calmed down and stopped hyperventilating, I was able to sit back and relax, more than I was previously.

Had Connor been next to me the whole time? Had he stayed while I was unconscious? What was he doing while I was actual sleeping?

--------------Connors POV----------------

"How long was I unconscious?" Lydia asked me. She'd been out for almost two days. She slept most of the time from her exhaustion, the nurse said. I hadn't known how tired she was. She seemed fine. Besides the fact that she'd been raped not even 72 hours ago. I wonder what her dream was about. Was it about Jc? That fucking asshole. He's lucky. He is so fucking lucky he passed out. Because if he hadn't, his ass would have been grass. I cannot wait till he recovers from the ass whooping I gave him, because he's gonna get another one.

Lydia pulled me from my violent thoughts. "How long?" She asked, her eyebrows were furrowed. She had a huge bruise on her face from where he slapped her. Dickhead.

"Almost two days."

"Wh-Where you here the whole time?"

"Yes." I confessed. I couldn't leave my girl here all by herself. Especially after what just happened.

"What did you do while I was out?" She asked looking down at her hands, fiddling with her thumbs. She has been so vulnerable lately. And I loved it. I love being able to comfort Lydia. I love it almost as much as I love her. Do I love her?

"I-I.. watched over you. And slept. And ate." I stuttered.

"Oh."

"Lydia. You know that I would never let anyone hurt you right?" I asked her, grabbing a hold of her hands. As she opened her mouth to answer, the door flew opened, revealing her mother. Both of our heads flew to the angry mother that stood before us. She looked like she had been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy, makeup smeared her face like a Native American that was about to hunt. Her hair was all pinned up into a bun at the nip of her neck. She had on a red dress that came down to her knees, with a pair of red heels that clacked across the floor as she approached us.

"How could you? How could you let my baby girl get raped by one of your friends?!" She screamed into my face. I tried to speak but instead she slapped me across the face.