The boys nextdoor (a Patty Walters Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4

It's dark. Really dark.

I look around trying to find a light. Or anything to tell me where I am.

Suddenly, strong hands grab my arms, I take a deep breath to scream but before I can someone smacks a hand over my mouth, then my ears.

I can't see, hear, or move. I wriggle trying to free myself front their grip. I bite a hand and someone groans.

I smile and kick my feet.

"Stay still ya' filthy bitch!" a deep voice echoes. I recognize the tone.

A light flickers on and the hands let go. I'm now tied to a chair, one light swings above me.

"What have I done?" I hiss into the blackness.

"It's not what you've done. It's what we're about to do." A second voice says. The voice is familiar but not recognizable.

"What are you about to do?" I ask. My hands and voice are shaking even though I don't want them to.

They don't answer, all they do is step into the light. Three men.

My dad. The police officer. And my ex boyfriend.

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"No!" I scream waking up from my terrible nightmare. I slap my hand over my mouth as soon as I realize where I am.

I'm in Patty's house.

I breath heavily and run my fingers through my hair. I look at my surroundings.

My shoes are on the floor, I'm under his bed sheets, and Patty is nowhere to be seen.

The thud of feet coming up the stairs scares me. I don't know what to do.

The door swings open ad Patty looks startled.

"Are you alright?" he asks out of breath.

"Y-yeah. Sorry. What time is it?" I ask.

"It's only six. Why did you scream?" he asks sitting on the foot of the bed.

"Uh, nothing. Just some dumb nightmare." I say combing my fingers through my hair.

"No it was defiantly something," he say staring at me, I feel like he can see strait though my lies when he looks at me this way. He continues "tell me."

"Patty it was no-"

"Tell me." He insists. "What happend?"

I think of telling him. I'd really rather not. He'd probably want to know more and more. But I've only met him yesterday. I'm not even sure if we're friends.

"Fine." I finally say. "But you can't tell anyone. Promise?"

"Promise. "

"First it was dark... then some hands grabbed me. They covered my ears, mouth, and eyes. I was completely defenseless. Then I was tied to a chair. And when the three of them stepped into the light.... It's was.... my dad, ex boyfriend, and.......... the police officer." I confess staring at my trembling hands. I'm not sure why I'm shaking so much.

"Why the police?"

My eyes dart to his. "I really don't want to say."

"Please." He says siting next to me. "You can tell me anything." His hand runs up and down my thigh. It's comforting, but also makes me more nervous.

"He... he told me I was going in the back for questioning.... I asked if what I did was really that bad. He didn't answer and took me to the back anyway. and......" I start to choke on my words. "He...... he touched me....."