The Girl Who Cried Rape

Chapter 2: In His Lair

Chapter 2: In His Lair

10:00pm

Safe and sound in her bed, Riley Parks was unaware of the man in a dark basement, only a few blocks away. On the walls of his lair, papered with photos of the young girl and her family and friends, hung a map of the city, tracking her every move with various pins and colors.  A smell of musk lingered in the center of the room, over the pillowed, life-size likeness of young Riley Parks. The one dim light in this dark lair illuminated the tall red punching bag, decorated with the tattered photo of one Matt Connor. The seventeen-year-old's stand-in stood no chance against the unyielding strength of an infuriated Leo Owen Maddox.

"Who is this guy she's with?" His aching growls, echoed through air of his cavern-like dwelling.

 "Why does she like him so much?" His voice grew louder and stronger with every strike to the teen boy.

"Why does she keep pushing me away?" His cries screamed about the walls, begging answers that would never be received from an enemy he never really had.

"SHE IS SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME!" The single rope tethering his victim to the ceiling tore under the force of his final blow. He stood there, slouched over, chest heaving, as he panted heavily, whispering through his gasping breath.

"Why won't she admit she loves me? Doesn't she understand that I know what's best for her?” His bloodied knuckles ran through his golden curls as a single tear was shed from his eye. He knelt down and peeled the crumbled portrait off of the red vinyl.

"We've already taken our relationship to the next level. So, why's this kid keep getting in the way?" He crumbled the face in his hand as he slowly stood, with a sly smile, shredding the photo with his nails and squeezing until his knuckles turned white.

"Just who does he think he is?"

He turned and dropped the photo into the metal wastebasket at his bedside. He struck a match across the edges of his pearlesque teeth. The face of Matt Connor flew into a swirling blaze. As the flames reflected in the menacing glow of his deep green eyes, Leo Owen Maddox watched his competition disintegrate at his feet.

"Well, he won't be in my way for long..."

12:03am

He sat at his desk and opened his journal he addressed to Riley. In it were letters he wrote to her but never sent. He wrote,

“Dear Riley,

Please forgive me for being angry with you earlier, I only wanted to show you how much I love you. You keep pushing me away. Don’t you love me too? My dear, your beauty out shines the stars, and I’ve loved you since you bumped into me, I tried talking to you but you ignore me. I can’t help but feel rejected Love me, my valentine, love me; I need you to love me! Please…I know our age difference might frighten you, but you’re 16 and I’m 24, that’s not that bad. Please give me a chance.

Your true love,

Leo Owen Maddox

P.s. Be seeing you again, my dear. How about a photo shoot this time? Need some pretty little keepsakes; don’t worry for my eyes-only. Kisses xoxoxo”

When he was finished, he decided he would actually send this letter to her, but he took out his first and last name, just leaving Owen written. When he was done, he undressed and climbed into bed snuggling up to his soft Riley pillow, kissing “her” goodnight and then fell asleep.