Adrian

Chapter 8

LOL It's been forever. This is a little more serious than the last few chapters. hope u enjoy it.

P.O.V. Adrian

'This guy is kind of strange,' Adrian thought. So far he had not done one thing to help. He would sit at the table and watch them as they made supper. If they were working outside he would walk around watching them, especially Vera. For some reason he kept making notes in this little notebook he carried around. He had already been there for almost a week and Vera never spoke another word about it but was always looking over her shoulder to make sure Adrian was close by. They never had a minute alone together because he was always right there.

Finally one day Fergus said, "I have to go into town. I will be back by the time it gets dark out." and he left.

As he was pulling out of the driveway, Vera gave a huge sigh, " I'm so glad he's gone if only for a little while."

Adrian had so many questions he wanted to ask her but had no idea where to begin. Vera glanced over at him, "I suppose it is time to explain some things to you," She said.

"Um.... That would be kinda nice," he agreed.

"Alright, let's go into the house and make some coffee while we talk."

P.O.V. Vera

She really didn't want to have to tell him. She wanted to run away screaming but that wouldn't be fair to Adrian. So she walked slowly to the house and put the pot of coffee on, went and feed the cat, then washed some dishes. Finally she sighed, might as well get it done and over with. She sat down at the kitchen table and gestured for Adrian to sit across from her. When he had sat down, she began.

" Fergus is a childhood friend of my father's. They lived next door to each other all through school, then shared a dorm room when they went to college. Right now, he should be almost 70 years old. When he was about 30 he went to work for the F.B.I. He worked there for 15 years and decided to quit at the age of 45. He came to visit my parents right after I was born and told my father he was looking for work as a bodyguard. My father thought this a wonderful opportunity and asked Fergus if he wouldn't mind being my bodyguard. My family thought I needed a bodyguard because my family is very rich and famous, so they were afraid there would be threats to me, to get to my parents. Well, Fergus couldn't say yes fast enough and so began my 16 years of never having one second to myself, being followed even to the bathroom, where he would stand outside and wait till I came out. I went to a private all-girl school but never had any friends because everyone was to afraid of Fergus to come near me. I remember many occasions where I would beg my mom and dad to let me have some free time without him but they were very seldom home and it's not like they really cared what happened to me.

"If I did something to upset him, I would be punished. When I was young he would spank me or put me in the corner, which I realize every child has probably gone through. But as I got older my punishments got worse, he wouldn't let me eat for days and many people commented on how thin I was but my parents never noticed, he would lock me in my room and shut the electricity off so I would have to sit in the dark, and he would hit me. Not like he use to spank me, no, it was more violent. He would force me to take my clothes off and then hit me with what ever he could find. He always made sure not to hit me where people could see they marks. When he got done, he would look me in the eye and say 'You deserved this because you are a naughty child. You will not tell anyone of what has happened because then you would have to admit what you have done to deserve it.' and he was right. I never said a word to anyone because I was afraid of him. As time went by I would try my hardest not to upset him but he always found something to get mad at. My clothes weren't folded correctly, I took to long to get ready for school, or because I didn't show remorse, for what I supposedly, did wrong. Oh, it use to infuriate him because I would not cry in front of him, not once. He could beat me to within an inch of my life and I wouldn't shed a tear or make a sound. I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was hurting me.

Well, my teacher was the first to notice that there was something wrong. He was my English teacher and I had always been very out going in his class because it was my favorite. I was sixteen that year and so was a junior. It was right before Christmas vacation and so my teacher pulled me aside to talk to me. He told me he was concerned that there was something bothering me, that if I needed to talk to someone he was always there. I guess he didn't think that just talking to me was enough because one night he decided to call the house and as usual my parents weren't home, so Fergus answered the phone. My teacher told him that there seemed to be something bothering me, that I was acting strange when I went to class. Fergus said he didn't understand what he was talking about that I was acting fine at home and maybe it was just because I was excited that Christmas break had started. They talked awhile about my grades and other things and when Fergus hung up the phone I knew that there was going to be hell to pay. At first he just sat there, then he got up and walked toward me slowly, I thought of running but knew he would just catch me and besides I had no where to go anyway. I still remember the look an his face as he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down the stairs to the basement, it was as if he had completely lost his mind. He felt no remorse for what he was about to do. I believe that he had been planning this for awhile and was just waiting for the perfect excuse to make his move.

" As he let me go and locked the basement door, I looked around. There were chains on the wall for my hands and neck, knives on the table along with a whip and other instruments I didn't recognize, but the thing that scared me the most is there was a bed in the middle of the floor with handcuffs for my hands and feet. I knew right then what he planned to do and I think a part of me just shut down, like I was getting ready for what ever he had in store for me. I don't remember in detail what happened after that. I know he chained me up and hit me. Then took me down and raped me. I don't even know how long I was down there, it felt like years and sometimes he would leave me down there alone. He told my parents that I had been kidnapped but not to worry because he was doing everything in his power to find me. When he finally let me out he rushed me to the hospital and told them he had just found me. I was nearly dead. I was dehydrated, I had lost a lot of blood and had broken bones. They tried to get D.N.A. because they knew I had been raped but it was too late. I went through therapy for more then two months," She paused. "But even with all the therapy, they couldn't get rid of these," she took her shirt off and stood there with just her sports bra on.

P.O.V. Adrian

She was shaking. He wanted to go and comfort her but he couldn't move. He could just stare at the worst thing he had ever seen. There were scars covering her torso and back ranging from small to almost the size of his hand.

"There are more on my legs," she stated simply as she put her shirt her shirt back on. "After I was discharged from the hospital, I decided to come out here and live by myself. You are the only other person I have ever told about this. My parents don't even know."

Finally he could find his voice and he said softly, "Why don't you tell anyone? Surely your parents would believe you or at least the police."

She shook her head. "There is no way my parents would ever believe me. That's why I choose to be alone. I can't trust anyone." She let out a sob and turned around as she began to cry. She let out heart wrenching sobs that shook her whole body. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her and she clung to him like he was her last life line. They stood there for what seemed like hours, finally she pulled away and said, "I should go and clean up before he gets back."

As she started to walk away he grabbed her hand and when she turned to look at him, he said, "I won't let anyone hurt, again. I won't let you be alone ever, again." Her mouth dropped open and her face got red. She couldn't seem to say anything in return so she just nodded her head and went upstairs.

After she left, he began to formulate a plan in his head to get revenge an the bastard that did that to her. He would make Fergus regret that he had ever even met Vera.