The Strongest Hit.

Chapter 8: Charlie's girl

Kennedy's POV:

Asher's hands were roaming up my thighs.
I wanted to slap them away from my body, but my hands wouldn't move for some reason.
Then his fingers reached under my panties.
I wanted to scream
STOP. DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME.
But my mouth wouldn't move.
He ripped them forcefully off of me.
I begged my eyes to close as he unzipped his pants, taking his dick out.
Rubbing it as he laughed at me.
His eyes were wild and full of hate.
And I could feel my body tremble internally, even though I was frozen on the outside.
As he forced himself onto me, I looked around the room frantically.
I was looking for someone to help me.
I was looking for Justin.
Asher followed my eyes, his laughter erupting into cackles as he began to take me against my will.
He pressed his body hard against me, forcing the air in my lungs to escape.
"He can't save you...you dumb bitch.
I enjoyed killing him though."
He brought his thick hands to the base of my throat, slowly pressing down.
It was getting harder and harder to breathe.
This can't be real, Asher would never be able to take Justin.
Justin would come.
He'd save me.
I called for him in my mind, as Asher continued to violate my body.
"Your knight in shining armor is fucking dead.
Don't believe me?
Look behind me."
I didn't want to look.
But my eyes wouldn't close.
And what I saw next sent waves of pain throughout my body and mind.
Justin was slumped over in a chair.
His hands were bound behind him.
His body was badly beaten.
He was bleeding from the side of his head.
He was dead.
Seeing his pale and lifeless form broke any hope I had for survival.
I begged for death to take me.
"He begged me to let you go.
Said to kill him instead.
Don't you remember?
I fucked you and made him watch...
Then I put a bullet to his head."
He's lying.
I would have remembered that.
This can't be real.
It can't be.
His relentless pressure against my neck had taken my last breath.
I was going to die.
Wake up Kennedy!
Wake up!
This can't be real!

My body shot forward instantly.
The room was dim.
I was clawing at my neck, still feeling Asher's hands there.
Gasping for air, my heart beating out of my chest.
I took in my surroundings.
My old room.
Pieces of the night started to dance across my mind.
It was just a dream.
But the ache in my body reminded me that reality was no fairytale.
I thought about what Asher did, both in my dream and for real.
Thinking about it terrified me.
And then I remembered Justin.
He was here with me.
He had helped me.
I finally felt safe...
But he wasn't here right now.
And my body began to panic.
Did Asher come here.
Did he kill Justin?
It was all too much, and my mind was breaking.
The door flew open, and I knew it was Asher coming to kill me.
"Hailey?  Baby is that you?"
I knew that soft voice, and my body began to relax immediately.
"Daddy?"
And there he was, standing at the door.
He slowly came closer, his hands gently raised in front of him.
"What's wrong Daddy?"
His face was masked in pain.
Tears slipping from his weathered eyes, as he looked me over.
"What happened to you, Hailey?"
I looked away from him.
I didn't want him to see me like this.
But before I knew it, he had me wrapped in his arms.
Gently rocking me back and forth, he ran his hand softly through my hair.
"Who hurt you like this?
Who would do this to you?"
I wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know how.
Mom always knew just how to comfort us.
Mom could make this right.
She would run her finger across his worried brow...and he'd reflexively smile.
Mom would nuzzle her nose against mine, making everything wrong in the world right.
We needed Mom.
"Where's Mom? We need her.
Where is she?"
My father took in a sharp gasp.
His arms that were holding me began to shake.
"Hailey...she's gone.
Mom's gone."
Gone?
Mom's gone?
The memory hit me full force.
The sirens.
The police officer at our door.
My Daddy wailing on his knees.
The casket being lowered into the earth.
Mom was dead.
It all came back so painfully clear.
And it was my fault.
My mind couldn't take much more.
It wasn't fair, I needed her.
She left us here.
But it was my fault.
She died looking for me.
The drunk driver killed her instantly.
"My fault. My fault. My fault."
I couldn't stop the tears.
I couldn't stop the mantra coming from my lips.
"My fault. My fault. My fault."
But my Daddies cries were louder, filled with a sense of helplessness.
"No Hailey. Please baby. It's not your fault."
I hated seeing him suffer.
He had loved her so much.
"It's ok Daddy.
It's ok.
Don't cry."
My mind was slipping into the blackness.
The last thing I saw was Justin staring at my broken father, helpless.
Then nothing.