The Bryan Chronicle

Chapter Twelve

It took us twenty minutes to reach the barn. John drove like a crazy person down the icy roads. It was weird because he didn't even look like he was paying attention to the road.

"Alright here ya go man." We pulled up to the barn and it was already getting pretty dark. I opened the door and stepped out. "You need me for anything man?"

I looked at the barn and I could smell something. "No, I'm fine." I turned to him. "You can go ahead home."

"Alright my brotha. See ya Monday." I closed the door and he drove away, almost hitting everything. I hope that idiot is still alive he gave me a lot of laughs back then.

I sniffed the air and I still smelled it. I walked toward the huge barn and I could tell it wasn't blood. Well at least not enough. It made me worried though and I started to run. I pulled open the huge doors of the barn and the smell grew more potent. "Amy!" I yelled hoping to hear her. I smelled her along with the other more terrible odor. "Amy!" I yelled again looking for her more in a panic. "Amy!" I screamed loudly. I then heard Amy's voice but it was so quiet.

"Bryan...." It came from a mound of hay.

"Amy!" I ran to the hay and started taring it apart. She was at the very bottom. I pulled her out.

I looked at her and her eyes were black, she had a few cuts and her arms and neck. She was so bloody. I wiped some hay off her to only notice she was naked. "Amy! What happened?!"

She was crying. And I asked again. "What happened?!"

She raised her head and looked at me. "Jason and his friend... they..."

I knew what she was going to say. I could smell seamen on her body. I cried a little. "What did they do?"

She looked into my eyes and told me so quietly. "They raped me..."