KaylieBelle's Story

Chapter Two

!RAPE MENTION! !GRAPHIC CONTENT!

A picture of KaylieBelle is up above.

January fifth 2015 is one horrible night I will never forget. I was finally happy, my depression and anxiety weren't kicking my ass and for once in the past year I was able to be around my family; something they were also happy about. Oh God, I remember it just like it was yesterday, I was sitting at the kitchen table joking around with my dad when Jayson came in and asked me to help him bring in a couple cases of water from his car. As we walk out to his car we're cracking jokes, and talking just like we always have, that is until we got to his car.

Once we got to his car his whole mood and personality changed, I swear I saw his eye color change from blueish-gray to a rich black color. He pinned me up against his car, he started rubbing his hands up and down my body real slow, making sure to pay close attention to every inch and every crevice of my body. He smashed his lips against mine and he worked his way under my dress and bra resting his hands on my boobs. After what felt like ages of him violently kissing me, and rubbing his hands all over my boobs, making them ache; he pulled away, holding me at arms length as his eyes raked up and down my body. I took this as my chance to scream, as my chance to call out for help hoping someone, anyone would hear me and come to my rescue. Only that didn't happen, it just caused Jayson to speed up this horrible thing he was doing to me.

Using one hand he pulled my panties to the side, while the other was freeing his harden length from his pants. Once again he started kissing me to help silence my cries as he shoved himself inside me. It felt like decades passed before felt his release and he stopped roughly thrusting in and out of me and put Jayson Jr back in his pants where he belonged.

"Well that was fun, don't you think? We'll have to do it again sometime, but right now we need to get back to the party before they notice we're missing." He whispers in my ear before he retirves a case of water from the back seat and saunters off back towards the house like nothing happened.

I stand there for a few minutes trying to control my breathing as tears roll down my face. I can't believe that Jayson of all people would do something like that to me. After standing there alone for a few minutes I grab the second case of water and slam the door shut. As I walk back up to the house I try to decide if I should go back to the party or just lock myself in my room and never come out. Once I'm back to the house I can't help but to feel like everyone is watching me and whispering about me. Dropping the case of water, I run up to my room, winicing every few minutes from the pain raidiating in between my legs.

When I finally reach my room I don't even bother with closing or locking my door, instead I head straight for my closet. Now I know what you're thinking, "You just got raped and instead of going and telling someone or calling the damn police you go and hide in your freaking closet?! Are you fucking insane or something??" Well no, I'm not insane, or atleast I don't think I am, but you also have to think, I was just raped by someone I trusted. Do you honestly think I'm going to have the balls to talk to another person I think I can trust, only to have them do the exact damn thing that Jayson did to me? Hell to the fucking no. Right now I just need to be alone in a room that is quiet and calm, hence the reason I'm in my closet. My closet is my safe haven if you will, whenever I'm feeling overwhelmed, sad, mad, upset, or I'm having an anxiety attack I come in here.

Sitting down on one of the two bean bags I have in here, I put my head between my knees and work on controlling my breathing; in through my nose, out through my mouth. Five minutes pass by before I feel like I can finally breath without passing out. Straightening up I wonder what would happen if I did tell someone about what Jayson did to me. I mean would they believe me and actually help me or would they just laugh in my face and call me a liar. I don't really want to tell someone because I'm afraid they will confront Jayson about it and then he will lie straight to their faces, causing them to believe him; but then again the only way to actually know is to try...

"Well, here goes nothing." I tell my self as I get up and slowly make my way out of my closet and back to Devin's birthday party in search of one of my siblings or my dad.

Walking into the living room the first person I lay my eyes upon is Jayson, when he notices me he winks and then gets this sick grin on his face. Picking up my pace I move onto the next room as chills run down my spine. The next room I end up in is the kitchen and in the kitchen is my dad, in the exact same spot he was sitting in earlier. Taking a deep breath I go in sit in the chair across from him.

"Dad? Uhm there's something I need to tell you, it's important."

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Well.....here is the second chapter, it's a bit longer than the first. Hope y'all enjoy and I'm sorry for the long wait.

-PierceTheSara