Saving Belle

Chapter 3

Kyla's POV

          It has been almost two weeks since that strange event  with that boy and his father. I still feel haunted by those bright green eyes of his. Those have been giving me odd dreams. Dreams of me as a little girl playing in a back yard, but every time I start to see the face of the little boy in the backyard with me a woman's voice screams something i can't understand and then I wake up. I still can't figure what it's supposed to mean but the dreams are slowly becoming more detailed.

          As I start to fully wake up I notice something...a hand rubbing my lower area. My eyes shoot open and I gasp lightly. A hand clamps over my mouth. I look over and he is there. Leaning over my body is Eric, smiling happily down at me.

          "Shh beautiful it's just me. I thought you would like a special treat to wake you up with." He says softly. His voice makes my skin crawl.

          I lay there perfectly still. If I try to fight he will make this worse. Normally he only touched me at night but during the break he has gotten worse and worse. Swallowing the lump in my throat I try to keep my breathing under control. All i want is to run out of this room but he catches me every time. There's no escaping him, ever.

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          He reaches further down and pulls my shorts and panties off. His eyes wander down to my lower area and I try not to cry. I know whats about to happen. As he strokes my area he palms the tent in his boxer. After a few moments he pulls off his boxers and arranges himself on top of me. 

           As Eric pushes inside of me I open my mouth to scream in pain but he quickly covers my mouth with a disgusting, sloppy kiss to silence me.  The pain is horrible, it feels like my insides are on fire. He continues pushing in and out of me for what feels like forever. Finally the hell ends and he finishes inside of me. 

          After he cums Eric flops on the bed and pulls me to his sweaty body. He is wheezing for breath but still rubbing my lower region. I feel so dirty all I want is to shower and scrub all the memories away. Why is he still here? Please tell me he isn't going for a second round? I can't handle this to begin with let alone twice in an hour!

          He pushes me onto my stomach and lays on top of me. I can already feel his member hard again. My ass cheeks are grabbed and spread apart. No he has never done this before. I feel his member touch my entrance. 

          I do something I know better but I'm am full on panicking now, "No, no please Eric don't d-do this!" I feel a hard blow to the back of my head. Everything feels fuzzy and my vision is spotty.

          "Shut the fuck up Kyla. Be respectful I am giving you a gift you should be thanking me!" I get hit in the head again. My hair gets yanked back hard, I barely feel conscious anymore, "Say you're thankful!"

          "I-i am th-thankful. I'm sorry." My voice is barely at a whisper. It didn't sound like my own voice though. Everything feels wrong. He hit me too hard.

           Suddenly, he pushes in hard and fast. I start to scream but he hits me again and then everything goes dark.

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          I feel myself waking and I wish I wasn't. I don't want to wake up. I can feel all of the pain rising the more alert I am. The pain is terrible. Its everywhere, especially my rear. My god I can't believe he did this. Eric has sexually assaulted and raped me before but never there. This has to be the worse pain I have ever felt. 

          Trying to sit up I have to force myself not to scream out in pain. I look down and there is blood on my sheets. By the time I stand my pain has risen to unbearable. My body is bent, wanting to collapse and pass out again. 

          My door swings open and Eric stands there. "Oh good you're up. Get changed dad wants more beer. Six pack. Hurry up before he gets mad." With that he leaves,s lamming the door again.

          Thomas screams from downstairs, "Stop slamming that fucking door Kyla or I'll come up and punish you!"

          I squeeze my eyes closed and try to calm my heart rate enough to gather myself together. Once I am able to breathe properly I grab a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, that way I can hide my body and blood if there's anymore. Hopefully, when i get back I can shower.

          Walking down stairs I head over to Thomas who stands to hand me the money for the beer. I was wrong. He raises his fist and punches me in the jaw hard enough for me to tumble to the ground.

          "That's for oversleeping and making me wait for my damn beer. Now get your ass up before you aren't so lucky."

          He throws a twenty at me. I pick it up and hurry to my feet, despite my body screaming at me to go back to sleep. Shoving the money in my pocket I leave the house and head to Glenn's.

          It took me over an hour to get to the store. After I pay Glenn and leave my body starts to shut down on me. I have to sit down on the ground about six blocks from the shop.  My breathing becomes labored and the pain in my lower regions has gone from a bad throbbing to almost a stabbing feeling. I can't take this anymore. Without knowing it, my eyes shut and I am slowly falling asleep.

          "Hey kid get up," A loud voice says. Opening my eyes I see two cops towering above me. "Little girl how old are you?"

           I mumble under my breath, "sixteen." 

          The one man laughs sarcastically, "Sixteen? And you have a six pack on you? Wow you must be drunk to openly carry this underage."

          The second cop says, "Come on. Get up we have to take you in."

          My body obeys out of habit. When I get to my feet the first cop grabs me and puts me in handcuffs. Not long after I am pushed, not so lightly, into the back seat of a cop car. I close my eyes again and drift back to a painless sleep.

          The car jolts to a stop and my eyes fling open. Looking around I notice we are parked outside of a police station. Crap. I forgot the cops took me. Oh god Thomas is going to kill me. How stupid am I to let this happen to me. Three years and I never got caught before. 

          The door I am leaning on opens and I start to fall out but the one cop catches me quickly. "Wow there. Hank go get a breathalyzer she doesn't look so good. If her number is too high we are going to need to call a bus."

          The other cop, Hank, walks away quickly. The one holding me starts walking toward the door, where Hank disappeared to. 

           I whisper shakily to the cop holding me up, "What's going to happen to me?"

          He sighs, "Well we have to check how much alcohol is in your system then we will go from there. What were you thinking buying beer? Your just a kid. You could kill yourself drinking."

          I shake my head which makes the headache much worse, "It wasn't for me."

          "That's what they all say."

          As we walk in the door a few cops stop to look at me. One particular cop stops what he is doing and stares. I can't see that far away but he starts to walk closer.

          "Kyla?" I know that voice.