Sex and the Treaty

I felt heaven.

Stacy's perspective:

My eyes fluttered open, adjusting all the views in my room. I suddenly felt the rush of tears hit my eyes and roll down my cheeks. I still couldn't believe what had happened. You can rather say shock had gotten the best of me. I was raped, sexually forced and he didn't prevent it. My heart coiled, wounding tighter each time I thought about it.

My voice screaming, begging Nick, ugh I feel disgusting even to think about his name. All those memories fresh in my head. I wished it would be a nightmare. Hoped everything that happened was because of me being deep in sleep. But the pain was still new, it was throbbing everytime my legs clicked together.

I turned on my back, wincing when the soreness trembled in between my legs. I looked up at the neon stars and I felt even more embarrassed. It seemed like dad saw every bit of what happened.

"Free yourself from pain, live for yourself angel."

I clung onto my comforter, holding it closer to my neck as fresh tears formed on my face. His voice was so real and so close. But this answer, I could never act on this solution of Dad's. Rolling down the expression of pain, anger and complete shock, I turned around and saw the bed beside me empty. There was a pillow kept for my support but he wasn't there. I frowned looking at the clock, the time being 4.07 in the morning.

I sighed hoping I would get more sleep, anticipating all the pain would just cease for one day. Can I not live one day with peace? Why do we have to struggle so much when we know the solution to all our problems?

I tried.

I tried so much, but I couldn't sleep. Something formed a barrier between me and darkness. I hated that black so much, I could already see monsters and mutts awaiting my first step. I snapped when the agony, the spasm was prickling. Slowly, ignoring the cramps and throbs, I managed to slide out of bed.

Pulling myself up, I walked till the door making sure no more additional pain could be added than the original aches. Step by step, I started to climb down. Cursing every tread when my legs brushed against each other. I was almost pulling my legs together. And when I finally reached the kitchen, I pulled the fridge door open.

Grabbing a glass from the counter and the milk from the carton in the fridge, I poured it to the glass and gulped it straight down my throat.

It felt good, the coldness of the liquid easing every bit of stiffness in my throat. I packed the carton back and placed it inside the fridge. I kept the glass on the sink and turned around.

"OH MY GOD--" I gasped when I saw Atticus lean against the counter looking at the table.

The sudden jerking got the stiffness back and increased the throbbing but I felt better by just seeing him beside me. My hands went directly to his arm which was in a white plaster now, along with both his wrists. My eyebrows frowned and I took steps closer to his frame, controlling all the pain.

"How do you feel?" He asked looking up at me, complete guilt and remorse filling his eyes.

"I'm okay, but what happened to your hands?" I asked taking another glance at them and then at him.

He widened his eyes at me like I'd said something very stupid. Then his lips curled up and he gave out a soft chuckle. Running his hand through his hair, I noticed he was trying to calm himself down.

"You didn't think I'd leave Nick just like that, did you?"

"No, what did you do?"

I stepped more closer, with just one black counter separating us. My panic was evident, Atticus's anger could baffle anyone.