THE NEIGHBORS

Chapter 10

Chapter 10:

Chance P.O.V.

I go to the attic but as I passed my dads bedroom i noticed his room door now has a padlock on it. What the hell is going on? When did he start locking his room door like that? I started to get the feeling that its more to my dad then I might know. I wish my mom was here to tell me how he was when she first met him. I snap out of my thoughts cause I know I'm on a timelimit. I walk to the attic and pull the string and go back to the spot I saw all the papers. I moved the boxes and saw that the base boards were loose. I lifted them up. I found what looked to me to be journels. I opened one of the books and knew off the back that it was my mothers handwriting. I grabbed like five of the journels because there was to many for me to hide in my room.

I put everything back like I found it. I grabbed the ones I kept out. I ran back to my room. I locked my door and looked around my room looking for a special hiding space and i found it. In my closet ceiling. I took one of the journels to my bed and started to read....

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(To all my readers and fans this is where it gets very interesting but only then will you know how chance was created and how dangerously smart his father is.... I have a question for all who read do you think Anastaisa will live or will Chances father kill her? Send me a message of your answers it is getting very close to the end but still more to come.)

1985- St. Joesph Asylum

Tiffany P.O.V.

Today I met this very sexy doctor at the clinic. He seemed nice. He was gentle but uncomfortablely touchy. I sat in my regular group meeting. I am Tiffany I reside in St. Joesph mental asylum. I have been diagonsed with bi-polar disorder, paranoia, and I am an arsenest. Yeah the group therapist thinks its healthy to admit what I am. Well today is September 1,1985. The first day that Dr. Davis started working in the asylum. He was a sexy, tall carmal complected brother. He has these eyes that feel like he is looking into your soul. They are scary but so sexy at the same time. They are a real light blue color. He speaks so gentlely. I feel normal when he talks to me. And did I mention how sexy he is man I just want to jump his bones in the middle of my group session. He talks to me as if its only me and him in the room. I meet with him tommorrow for a private session I can't wait!

1985 - St. Joesph Aslyum:

"Hi Tiffany, how are you doing? Come in and close the door." His voice was like slik to my ears it made the hair on my skin stand with excitement. "Hi Dr. Davis, how are you." I close the door and something in my gut says get the hell out of there. I brush it off and have a seat. "So Tiffany are you comfortable?" He gets up and locks the door. "I'm fine Dr. Davis." I hope he didnt notice my voice shaking. "You dont have to call me Dr. Davis in our private sessions. Call me Charles." He has this psychotic smirk on his face. And his voice isnt smooth as silk any more but hard and scary. I tense up as he sits in the chair next to me. "Ok Charles so what would you like to know?" I try to brush this un easy feeling away but something isnt right something bad is going to happen. But I'm suppose to be safe.

My thoughts were cut short by his hard voice again but he has a hint of excitement in it. "Ok straight to the point. I like that. So why do you think you have bi-polar disorder and paranioa?" "Sir I really dont have an answer for that." He is really starting to scare me. I want leave but I'm frozen with fear. "Well you are 21 years old and dont know why you are how you are?! "No sir I dont I'm sorry but if that's all I would like to return to my room." "No we are far from done. I think you are faking because you killed your father." I was taken back by how calm he said that but even more taken back from the statement. "Excuse me! It was self defense. He was abusive and raped me repeatedly!" I was offended and uncomfortable with this conversation. "I think you liked him slapping you around and raping you day in and day out." He was giggling when he said that. He then stood up and I jumped to my feet. He pushed me back in my chair. His member was hard like he was erosed by my fear and the conversation. "You are sick." I began to cry cause I knew where this was going flashes of my father and what he did to me kept popping into my head.

"Am I really?" He unzipped his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He started caressing his massive erection. He grabbed the back of my head. I screamed for him to let me go. "Please let me go I wont tell anyone I promise please." "You can keep screaming no one can hear you." He shoved his hard member in my mouth. I'm pushing and pushing but I cant get away. So I bite down. "Oooowwwww you bitch!" He then punches me in the eye and then throws me head first into his couch. I keep crying and I started to pull myself up but then I feel the pressure of his huge hands on the back of my head pushing it back into the pillows. I then feel him snatch my pants and panties down. He then rams his member inside me and starts pounding like he was trying to rip me apart from the inside. I kept screaming but they were muffled by the cushions. What felt like hours had past I felt him bust his load all in me.

"Please let me go. You got what you want please." "I'm not done with you until I say I'm through." He lets me go, I hurry and pull my clothes up before he changes his mind. When I look up he shoots me up with something. I already knew it was that experimental drug that makes you forget things.

Present day - 2007

Chance P.O.V.

What the fuck?! My dad is a fucking rapist! What am I going to do? But I could be wrong it could be my dads father. God I wish Anastaisa was here we could figure this out. I know I can get out. I need to get so I can find her. But where would I start I have no clues. But I know if my dad is the same Dr. Davis thats in my moms journel then I need to work out cause he isnt going to go down easily. Anastaisa I will find you and when I do we will get away from here and live happily just hold on where ever you are........