violent shock

Chapter 3 (movies)

Donald walked upstairs and knocked on Chase's door.

"Chase?" He open the door to look if he was awake. He was awake eyes, on his back looking up at the ceiling. He walked towards him.

"You okay?" He shook his head.

"I have a headache." Donald sighed.

" I got medicine downstairs." He shook his head. His head only hurts because he's thinking of Cynthia of how she raped him. He couldn't tell his father. Chase just felt a little nauseous thinking of it.

"I hope your not getting sick." Trust me he's not. He felt his forehead. He felt fine. "Your okay. You feel fine."

"It's not that I'm not sick."

"Maybe you should stay downstairs so I can keep an eye on you." Chase agreed and headed to living room. Chase layed on the couch and Donald covered him up with a blanket.

"You want any water?" He shook his head.

"Okay." Donald said he walked in the kitchen.

Chase fell asleep.

Dream:

"I need to show you something."she said. I was afraid. I listen and Cynthia took me upstairs.

"Whats going on?'' She turned around picking the bedroom door. And took my hand and lead me to the bed.

"Um. I don't feel comfortable with this~" "shhhhhh." She cut me off.

"Ummmm."

"Don't worry, I won't tell." Cynthia said. She unbuckled my belt. I tried to stop her.
"Hey no what are you doing?"

I hold her hands off me and tried to get out the room she stopped me.

"What are you doing your not going anywhere." Cynthia tried to kiss me but I backed off.

"Maybe I should go."

"Go. No you should stay." She was all over me I couldn't get out quickly. She was touching me where did want to be touched. I pulled her hand off of me and got up and she pulled me back down. She let heard me to the bed and pushed me down and when on top of me. I couldn't get off. This feels awful.

"help!" But no one heard me.

"Aww little boy calling for help.''

"Stop this is wrong!"

"Not if your doing it right." Cynthia licks my stomach. I tried to push her off but she refused.

"Here." She gave me something White. She put it in my mouth.

"Swallow."

"Stop! No!"

"Chase!"

I woke up sitting up straight, gasping for air.

"Chase." He said worried. I took a deep breath.

"Cynthia." I said.

"Who's Cynthia?" I look at my dad.

"Hmm. Maybe I should call a doctor." I layed back down. My father walked in the kitchen.

I hope I never see her again. My head started to hurt dealt bad. I went on to the kitchen.

"Hey Davenport you have any aspirin?"

"Your head hurting again?" He asked squinting his eyes in worry. I nodded Feeling my head pounding as I stand. I wanted to cry it hurt so bad. He gave me asprine and I grabbed it.