Is This Meant To Be?

Chapter 19

Hannah's POV

I can't believe Lila-May has gone missing. Poor Katie.

Even worse is the fact I know who took her. My brother took her. His girlfriend just lost her baby as well, I know how that feels. Trouble is, she went into a coma, so she doesn't know yet.

Fred is hoping Selma he'll be able to convince her she was out for four months longer than she actually was.

I feel so bad for Katie but I can't grass on my own brother, he would go to jail. I just feel so so bad.

I'm meeting him in five minutes, I have to show him how to change her and stuff.

"Alright bro?"

"Yeah."

"So where is she?"

"I can't bring her out when it's only just been reported to the police."

"So, who is looking after her?"

"No one," he swept his blonde hair back. He looked ill.

"You can't leave a baby alone! Show me where she is," he led me to a small house just out of town.

Lila-May was in a small cot, too small for her, and she was crying incessantly. I went straight to her and picked her up. She chuckled cutely and I hugged her.

"This will never work," I looked straight into my brothers eyes.

"Why not?" He asked, staring back.

"Because you can't convince her she was out four months longer than she was! Are you going to ask everyone to change the date especially for her?"

"I don't know how I will convince her, but I will manage it. She lost her baby, and so did I. No one deserves that," he said, and I could see the tears forming in his eyes.

"My best friend has just lost her baby too, because of you! She is distraught," I could see the regret in his eyes. But I also knew he wasn't going to give up. We are too alike.

"My girlfriend will be distraught! It's okay for you! You had been pregnant with twins, so you still got a kid!" That touched a nerve. I put Lila-May carefully down and punched him. Hard. Right in the face. Blood spurted everywhere and then I grabbed Lila-May and ran.

I made it to the end of the street when I felt two strong arms lift me up and take me back. I then blacked out.

When I woke up my hands and feet were tied to a chair that I was sitting in, and I could feel congealed blood on my arm. My head was hurting like hell as well.

My brother was changing Lila-May and he kept looking at me sideways. When he noticed I was awake he grinned and stood up.

"Good," he started walking towards me and pulled something out from his back pocket.

"What are you doing?" I asked, fear evident in my voice.

"Well, I can't have you telling anyone what I've done," he said, pointing a small gun at my head.

"Don't you think I would have told by now if I was going to?"

"You tried to run," he reminded me.

"I still wouldn't have told. I would have just said I found her on the side of the road, I promise I wouldn't have told."

"Still, I can't have anyone knowing, so I'm going to make sure you never tell," evil glinted through his eyes.

"How?" I was suspicious now.

"I'm going to show you who the biggest man is."

He then untied me. At first I thought he was going to shoot me, he still had the gun firmly on my head. I wish he had.

What he did was so much worse. He undressed, and then went to put his lips to mine. I dodged.

"Now, now, if you don't obey, the baby dies," he then pointed the gun towards Lila-May. I muffled a scream.

He put his lips on mine and forced his tongue into my mouth. I gagged.

"Pretend I'm Jamie," he said. He kissed me again and I held back the vomit as I kissed back. He then got a knife and cut my top down the middle. He made me take off my jeans and pushed me onto the bed.

He then started kissing ny feet, making his way up to my waist. He licked my stomach, stopping only to properly lick my boobs. They were wet with saliva and it was all I could do to keep the vomit in my throat.

He started kissing my neck, and with the gun to my head, he used his free hand to take my underwear off. He started kissing my mouth, hitting me when I didn't kiss back. With one hand he fingered me, and he put down the gun. He unclasped my bra.

The pain that came next was unbearable. I begged again and again for him to stop but he refused.

Afterwards he made me get dressed and made me dress him. Well, when I say I got dressed, I was allowed to put on my pants. Nothing else.

I am sorry I didn't post yesterday but I made this one long to make it up to you. actually it isn't very long but writers block and pen pals and school work. just too much. :/