Affair With The Agent

Chapter Four

(Dipper) 

Pain surges through my spine.

"Come on Mason. Just one more," Chris pleads.

"Don't make me... Please." 

He seems to ignore my request.

"You want me to make you? Very well my love," he says, grabbing me forcefully.

I pray something, anything, to intervene.

Then I realize, I have to run away.

I hatch a plan.

An Hour Later-

(Dipper)

I wait till I feel Chris' arms relax around my body.

I carefully push his arms off and sneak out of the room.

I pack some clothes in a backpack.

I'm about to open the door but-

"Where do you think you're going?" Chris' voice booms.

"I wanted to go for a walk. I couldn't sleep..." I lie.

"Sounds like a lot of bullsh*t."

"It's not."

"Then what's in the bag?" He asks grabbing it.

"Don't-"

He dumps everything out.

He then glares at me.

"You were going to run away?!"

"I..."

I can't find the right words to say.

Chris grabs me and throws me to the ground.

He won't even let me get back up.

He kicks me and says vile things to me.

My mouth spurts out dark blood.

"You are just a sl*t! A wh*re! A p*ssy! You f*cker!"

"I'm sorry!" I yelp as Chris grabs me.

"There's no going back," he growls.

He begins to drag me up the stairs.

I kick and scream and yell until I lose my voice.

"I break free from Chris' iron grip at the top of the stairs.

He tries to grab me again, but I bite him.

"F*ck!" he yells.

He takes a step towards me and pushes me off the stairs.

My head hits the corner of a table.

The world fades in and out as I try to remain conscious.

I groan in pain.

Suddenly, Chris is shaking me.

Does he actually care about my well-being?

"Get up and dressed you wh*re! I just saw a police car drive by!" he whisper-yells.

Guess not.

I spot a cut on my forearm as I rush get dressed.

Please... PLEASE don't bleed through.

I rush to answer the door.

"Hello offi-"

My mouth hangs open when I see Bill at the door.