My brother's a rapist, my dad's got two identities. What's next?

Chapter 7

* My breathing started to accelerate as his hands caressed my skin. I didn't know what was happening, but I knew that I didn't want this. I tried my best not to go along, but the way he looked at me, touched me, put me in a spell. A spell that would somehow never be broken, unless he decided it.

"Please, stop this!" I cried, small tears slowly pouring down my cheek. Each little tear felt like a small speck of ice, slowly sliding down, leaving a trail behind it.

He refused to stop, and just ignored me. I kept on screaming, but his grip around me only tightened, as he removed the dress I was wearing.

I was lying on my stomach, my head turned to the left, as he sat on me, straddling me. I had no chance to escape, but to remain and to go with what would happen to me next. More tears began to fall as he slowly unzipped my dress, the zip sliding lower and lower, showing more of my bare back.

"I have been waiting for this for some time," he breathed, as he planted a kiss on my neck. I squirmed, not wanting him to touch me in any way. He hands went down to my waist, where he pulled the dress off, to reveal my nude body.

He laughed out loud, finally getting what he had been waiting for. His hands left my waist, slowly going up to my chest, where he slid his hands under me, and taking hold of my breasts. He squeezed them lightly, sending a chill down my spine. No matter how hard I tried to stop him, the more he would continue, going to places I wished no-one would touch.

He then turned me over, so that I was lying on my back once again. My chest was now exposed to him, and his eyes glistened with pleasure. He brought his head closer to my chest, his tongue ever so slightly touching my nipple. I yelled loudly, screaming for him to stop. I couldn't take it any longer, and I balled my hand into a fist, and punched him hard. He yelped, and then got up, but only to get a knife from the table. I started trembling with fright .. but just before anything else happened, a figure popped out from nowhere, and stood watching behind the door, his dark hair shining brightly .. *

 My head jerked up as I ended the dream. I was sweating and my mind was racing with ideas. Where did that come from?

   

I rubbed my eyes and checked the time. It was 7:00 am. I decided not to go back to sleep as the dream would continue, and probably get worse.

As I was changing into some clothes after my shower, I couldn't help but think of the guy who was standing in that doorway, during my rape-mare. I couldn't exactly see his face, but the feeling that I had from thinking about him felt good.

I ignored the dream and pulled on a hoodie and fixed my hair. I wasn't in the mood for make-up. I tied my hair into a side ponytail, picked up my school stuff, and headed down the stairs.

"Hey mum!" I called as I entered the kitchen. She turned and smiled when she saw me.

"Feeling better?" she asked, as she handed me a plate of bacon and eggs. I shrugged.

"Could be better, but for now, I'm okay." My mum frowned.

"Something wrong?"

"Nah, just still tired I guess." I bit into my breakfast.

"Tyler's waiting for you outside," my mum said, taking a seat across from me. "He's busy cleaning the front window of the car. Apparently a bird decided to do some business on it!" I stifled a laugh as my mum finished off her drink.

"I'm pretty sure he's enjoying that," I said. My mum nodded.

"By the way, you two have first period off," she added.

I raised an eyebrow.

"How'd you know that?" I asked.

"Tyler got a call from someone," she said shrugging. I nodded.

"Cool. Well then I'll just go in the usual time," I replied, putting my empty plate into the sink.

My mum nodded. "Sure go ahead, and have a good day!" I smiled and waved to my mum as I left the house.

"Tyler!" I yelled as I walked outside the house. Tyler smiled when he saw me. I swear he does that every time.

"Hey Abby," he said, a smile still plastered to his face. I glared at him as he poked me in the ribs.

"Don't do that again!" I shrieked. He shrugged, and continued cleaning the car window. As I looked up at him, I could have sworn I saw something funny flash in his eyes. And to be fully honest, it didn't look at all pleasant. I shook my head and decided to forget it. My weird dream was effecting my brain.

"Let's get a move on!" I said, as I opened the door to the passenger seat.

Tyler smiled (once again) and finished up the cleaning.

Then he got in next to me in the drivers seat, and started the engine.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" he asked, as he backed out of the driveway.

I shrugged.

"No reason actually," I said, even though a very good idea popped into my head.

I was thinking of asking people about Blaine .. Tyler's old 'friend'. Maybe they might be able to tell me something about him. I was dead curious.

"Um, okay," he replied, and stopped a red light. He turned to look at me.

"You okay?" he asked, putting a hand on my leg.

My eyes widened, as I looked at his hand. I slapped it away, throwing him a glare.

"I'm fine," I said, exhaling deeply.

Very soon, we reached the school. I unbuckled my seat belt and quickly got out of the car.

"Why are you going so fast," Tyler asked as he slammed the driver seat door shut.

I just shrugged.

"I need to speak to someone."

"Who?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out."

He looked at me with one raised eyebrow.

"So I can't know?" he asked.

"Ahh, nope," I replied, and rushed inside.

The feeling of being scared was gone as I walked away from the car. The feeling of being in danger was too. It felt like whenever I was with him I would feel scared or worried, but as soon as I left him, I felt a lot safer.

But why was I feeling like this?