Prove It.

trapped {chapter eleven}

"No- you're- no you can't- but, please. Please not me." She cried. Her heart was racing and her tears were streaming.

The Riley Fletcher, younger brother of Aidan Fletcher, follows in his brother's footsteps.

24 charges of rape, 3 charges of possession of illegal drugs and sixteen charge of kidnapping. All within his last two years of highschool. He's in prison currently, thirty years to life. And Riley is following his path.

Riley Fletcher, or known as the virginity stealer. Six girls, he's stolen the innocence of six girls, and soon to be seven.

"No!" She screamed, thrashing in his solid arms. "Get away from me!" She continued, hoping to grab the attention of someone slightly sober.

His laugh rung through her ears, causing her cries to become more desperate. The bursting song coming from the windows added, and she instantly recognized it.

"-There she was my new best friend, high heels in her hands, swayin' in the wind, while she starts to cry, mascara runnin' down her little bambi eyes-"

This Is What Makes Us Girls by Lana Del Rey. Her sobs became helpless murmurs, the last thing she said before her decision.

"Lana how I hate those guys." She screamed, jabbing Riley in the gut with her elbow, turning around and kicking him where it counted.

She kicked off her heels mid-sprint before quickly snatching them from the ground and running to the edge of the yard, hopping over the chain-link fence.

Through the years she was on a few school track teams, also competing in high jump for the past three years. Her bare feet padded over the wet asphalt, her feet making a constant but delicate thump against the pavement.

The wind of the night whipping her hair left and right as her brown eyes watered, her mascara and eyeliner smearing on her face.

A glimmer of hope sprung from the depths of hell. The park around the corner from their house, she was so close. She had to go through the park to get the house. She could get there, and be safe.

The wet grass slipped under her feet, the wind slipping around her fine hairs. Slipping down the small hill, running through the field as fast as she could. Her shoes in her hands,

High heels in her hands, swaying in the wind.

Due to the wet grass, her foot placement slid and she fell to her knees. The darkness and wind of the piercing night surrounded her, her knees and shins soaking in mud and water.

"Ah, Nichola Astherbe." A voice said, causing the hunched teen to look over to find the culprit. She already knew who it was, of course it was Riley Fletcher. He would never give up until he stole the thing most precious to a woman.

It didn't take long to take her innocence away, and I shall not go into detail. That was not love, that was pure evil and disgust.

She fell asleep on the cold and wet ground, with only a party dress on and her makeup smeared.

She was found the next day by a dog walker, and they called the cops. At first they thought it was just the odd trashy whore that falls asleep on the side of the road, until Jack walked to the park and saw her lying there.

They brought her to the hospital, and after investigation of her clothes, skin and soil where she was lying, they determined that Nichola Fae Astherbe had been raped.

After waking up in the hospital and her memory being recollected, it hit her hard. Like many victims of rape, she was admitted to a psychiatrist for post-traumatic stress disorder among others, as well as a newly found depression.

19 days after the incident she fell into what is called a "depression induced coma" where for those four months Jack was talking about, she could not take care of herself, she could not eat on her own, and she was asleep much of the time if not awake laying motionless. Jack took care of the girl, making sure she would survive for however long the condition lasted.

Jack told her parents, not that they cared very much but did provide quite a lot of services that Nichola claimed she didn't need. He also told the principal of the school because after those four months the psychiatrist told them that she could easily fall into another one at any time, in which the principal told the whole school.

That, is the story of those four months.

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