Crowned: Most Likely to be Gay (✔️)

Crowned: He Touched Me

                           *Chads POV*
I successfully made it to Ethan's house after cautiously going over the limit. I guess you can say I was frantic to see Stacey,most importantly to hear what she had to say. I pull up to Ethan's house to see Stacey sitting on his steps. I get out of the car to help her.

Stacey stands up and makes her way to my car,I opened the door for her but she sassed, "I don't need your help" she stated before rolling her eyes. I stood back in surrender then made my way into the drivers seat. "You okay?" I asked as I saw a ball of a damp tissue in Staceys hand. "Just drive" she demanded leaning her head against the window. I changed the gear to D and began to drive. "Where do you want to go?" I asked Stacey in hopes that she won't sass anymore. "I don't care" she ...sassed. "Okay. Look,stop sassing me,it's not my fault tha-''. I regretted saying anything at that moment.

"It's not your fault that what? That Ethan kicked me out of his house or that my father slid his hands up my thigh in the middle of a thanksgiving dinner".

I remained silent and pulled into a Park not to far from Ethan's house. I parked the car and turned the engine off.

The car remained silent for a couple of seconds. Stacey suddenly broke the silence. "Why does my dad do this?" Stacey asked me with quivering lips. Not going to lie,Stacey looked a mess,her hair was frizzy,her lipstick and her mascara were smeared. I reached over her thigh to grab a napkin out of the glove department and she flinched. I successfully grabbed the napkins and apologized afterwards.

"Look at me" I demanded calmly. I took the napkin and began to wipe Staceys tears and lipstick clean. I did it gently so that I wouldn't hurt her or anything. We stared into each other's eyes and I took it upon myself to get closer. I got close enough that I felt her heavy breathing against my lips. She looked at my lips and back up to meet my eyes. I cleared my throat and backed away. "So uhm, you ready to talk?" I asked throwing the napkin out the window.

Stacey picked her hair up with a hair tie and placed her hand over her face is frustration. "We were eating dinner and my dad just began to rub his hands up and down my thigh. It was disgusting" Stacey said squinting her face. "I excused myself from the table and went into Ethan's room and I just sort of broke down. He came after me,I wish it was his mom" Stacey said.

"Why?"

"Because if it were Ethan's mom,I could've told her. I could've told her what my dad did. I wouldn't feel comfortable telling Ethan,he'd probably look at me differently"Stacey admitted. "I've told you many times before to go to the police Stace,it's not right"Chad admitted. "I'm over eighteen. They'll think I did it for money or something,you know that" Stacey says with a chuckle. "You don't know that" I said under my breath,but she heard. "There's something else I need to let out" Stacey says taking a deep breathe. Silence filled the car as Stacey looked into my eyes.

"What is it?"I asked.

"He raped me two days ago" Stacey says with a smile of discomfort. I take time to grasp onto the words that she just let out.

"We're going" I demanded. Stacey knew exactly what I was talking about. "No. Chad,stop" Stacey demanded trying to stop me from turning the engine on. "Stace you can't keep living like this. He's been molesting you since Highschool and he raped you!" I say with anger in my voice. "Chad please" Stacey says calmly.

"Why are you so clam about this?"I snapped. "Because he needs me!"Stacey yelled. "What?"I asked in confusion. "He doesn't have mom so he uses me. He said I looked like her. I felt like her. To him I was her" Stacey says trying to fight back tears. "That's sick. Your dad is sick,you're not your mother Stace. You can't keep letting him do this" I say persuading Stacey to make the right decision. "He's my dad" Stacey defends, "you're his daughter" I piggy backed. "Please. Do something about this"I say leaning over and giving Stacey a hug. Stacey let out a sigh of relief,as if something that's been weighing on her was just released.

Any thoughts? Just would like to point out that I in no way encourage keeping things such as rape or molastation to your self. Talk to someone,receive help.