{DARKER}**Sequel

Cristina; Pt24

[WARNING‼️‼️ next chapter may contain sexual assault, and very violent content so skip to next chapter if your sensitive to any of these things]

9:49 PM
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I got home and sat my keys on the counter and saw nobody was down here. I called for Jack and the kids but no response. I checked upstairs and saw there was an outfit laid out on the bed for me.

"I took the kids into the city, come join us after work, whenever that is" I smiled and nearly teared up from reading that.

On the bed was a cute burgundy long sleeved sweater shirt and a black skirt that most likely stopped at the knees. I saw there were leggings folded underneath.

I laughed to myself. Of course he set leggings aside with the outfit.

I put on the outfit and curled my hair. I grabbed my light brown ankle boots to go with the outfit and looked at myself in the mirror.

I heard the door downstairs close. I smiled to myself and grabbed my phone. "I was just about to meet you down-" I stopped and saw a man standing at my door.

My hands began to shake. And my heart stopped pumping blood into my system for a second. I stared at him and felt my phone drop out of my hands. "Don't scream, don't say anything" he rose his gun into the air.

I put my hands up in defense and stood there. Making sure it to move. I was terrified.

"You thought you could what? Send me to jail? Get away from all of this and live a HAPPY FUCKING LIFE" he screamed.

"Samuel don't do this please" I begged. He chuckled and told me to come closer.

I did exactly what he told me to and cane closer. He put the gun down and bent me over the couch. He pulled my leggings down and lifted up my skirt.

He grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back. I began to struggle and told him to let me go. "Samuel we don't have to do this please. I'll call the trial off." I begged.

He laughed and I heard his pants begin to unbuckle. I weeped and cried for help. He grabbed my hair and held my head against the couch. I tried to move my hands but it was no use. I felt myself struggle but nothing.

"Get off me" i yelled. He smacked me, most likely leaving a mark on my ass. He began to rub on my thighs and my lower back.

I leaned forward and kicked him in the stomach. I heard him fall to the ground and I hurried and pulled my leggings up. "You stupid bitch" he grabbed me by my legs and my pants ripped. I got up and felt him grab my hair.

I kicked him in the face and grabbed the gun off the counter. I ran for the door and closed it.

"HELP, SOMEBODY PLEASE" I screamed into the halls. They all looked at me like I was crazy while I was yelling in the lobby.

One of Jacks assistants saw me and looked worried. "Cristina, oh my goodness. What's wrong you look hurt- did Jack do this to you?" She sounded surprised.

"Call the police, now you have to" i said to her. The lady behind the counter gasped and pointed to my hand. "She has a gun." I told her to calm down and I put it on the counter.

"No listen it's not mine" I put my hands up.

They looked at me confused. "I was in there and and I went upstairs to get dressed and there was a man up there with that gun and he t-touched me" I said out of breath.

Shelly gasped and grabbed me by my shoulder. "Oh my goodness, call the police NOW" she demanded. "I have to get something out my car hold on." I told them. I went outside and into the parking lot. I saw my car wasn't there. I heard the engine though.

I turned and saw a car flying at me full speed.

I yelled and ran down the block. I turned around and watched behind me. The car and Sammy were gone.

I turned back around and bumped into a man.

"Cristina, what the hell is going on? You look hurt. What- what's going on?" Jack said worried. "I- I was inside and I was about to come meet you downtown but when I got downstairs-" I stopped and my eyes began to water. My lip was busted from falling and my hair was all messed up. My pants were ripped.

"Samuel was downstairs with a gun and he did what he did in the office and I felt like I couldn't breath Jack" I cried into his shoulder.

I saw the kids were with him and they all looked worried.

"I'll fucking kill him" he moved past me. "Stop he's probably not even there anymore. He took off in my car" I frowned. He grabbed my face and smashed his lips onto mine.

"It's gonna be okay, I promise" he smiled. I leaned my head onto his shoulder.

I hope he was right. I thought I'd never face him again. I was wrong. We took the elevator back to the condo and I sat on the couch.

I felt so dirty and embarrassed.

Mitchie came over to me and asked if I was okay. I had completely forgotten she was molested by her dad too. It completely slipped my mind. And it bring her around this. It was a horrible idea.

"I uhm, I feel gross" I sniffled and looked down at my feet. She scooted closer to me and comforted me.

I admit I felt a little better.

"Don't feel gross, it's not your fault" She struggled to say. "Yea yea but I feel like I kind of persuaded him" I cried. She shook her head and smacked her lips.

"Nobody asks to be assaulted" She admitted.

And she was right. God I hope I have and raise children like her.