I Fell for My Rapist?

Her Voice

Dads p.o.v-

I woke up around noon. I sat there for a moment; I was about to get up and check on Danielle when I remembered the night before. Realization hit so hard I nearly fell as I began to stand. I turned towards the bed looking for my wife, but she wasn't there and neither was Braxton. I slowly made my way downstairs, there in the living room I found Kathy breast feeding Braxton. She looked up as I entered the room, I could tell she had been crying earlier that morning. "Hey honey, are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm fine." She said in a shaky voice. She's obviously not fine.

"Kathy, we've been together for 20, going on 21, years now. I can tell you're not okay, and you should know that you can come to me with anything no matter what. That's part of my job description." I said with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes and chuckled before she began to speak. "Well it's just.. I can't believe Danielle is missing. And how I never heard anything. I'm usually such a light sleeper, I don't know how I didn't wake up. I feel horrible knowing my baby is out there. I don't know what to do, we already went to the police, but now it's a waiting game until further notice; I can't just sit here and wait." She said barely above a whisper.

Her eyes began to fill with tears, her beautiful blue eyes glistening. She looked so beautiful, yet so sad. She was always breath taking. I made my way over to her and sat beside her. I looked at her studying her features; her dirty blond hair has grown so long, her eyes were dark with sadness and lack of sleep, her face held tear stains, and she had thick, plump lips. I found myself leaning in for a kiss. It started soft, but grew with passion. She pulled back, and headed upstairs. I followed her as she went to put Braxton down for his nap. She pulled me out of the room and closed the door. As soon as the door was shut she turned around and pulled me to her finishing what we started.

Daddy's p.o.v

"Hey honey, what are you doing home so early?" I asked feeling uneasy. Jessica wasn't due back for a few days.

"Well we got to Dallas Monday, and yesterday Danika got sick. So we decided we'd wait until morning to leave." She said kinda bummed.

"Well I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay, we can have some fun of our own." she said all cheery with a grin.

"I can't right now, I have some things I gotta do first."

Before she could say anything I headed to the woods behind our house. There's an old abandoned house that I like to spend my time at. She doesn't know about it, so it's become my safe place. I went inside and made my way to the door that leads down to the cellar. I could hear the faint voice of her singing. It was beautiful. "My love for you was bulletproof, but you're the one who shot me.." Her voice echoed through my head.

I pulled out the key and unlocked the door. The singing stopped as soon as the door was open. I descended down the stairs and sat at the bottom. She looked at me; fear covered her face. "I'm not here to rape you. That was a mistake, my feelings got the best of me. I just want to talk right now." I said feeling a bit of guilt. She backed up against the wall and sat down.

"Well you obviously aren't going to talk right now, so I'll start. First of all, I heard you singing, you sound great. What were you singing?" I said softly.

She just looked at me. She didn't say anything for a good five minutes so we just sat there in silence. Finally she spoke. "I was singing 'Bulletproof Love' by Pierce the Veil..." She said in a hushed tone.

"Ahh. So, tell me about yourself?"

"Uh.. I-I rather not..."

"Well, you're going to eventually. But for now how about you just tell me your name?"

She seemed to think about it for a bit. "Danielle. My name is Danielle." She said finally.

"That's a beautiful name, it suits you."

"Thank you. So tell me... Why am I here? Why did you take me?"

Jessica's p.o.v

Really? He just walks out on me? What the hell! I flop onto the bed and let out my frustrations. He could have been nicer about it. I got up and went to the kitchen, it was a mess. I started to pick up, it had only been 3 days and he made a huge mess. It takes an hour and a half to finish, and he still isn't back. I went and got in the shower. I had just gotten in when I heard him come in. I hear him in the room taking his boots off. Before I knew it he was getting in with me, he smiles and apologizes for leaving like he did. All if forgiven; he leans down and kisses me. Things begin to get heated so he reaches behind me and shuts the water off. He picks me up and takes me to the bed, never breaking the kiss. He lays me down and I unwrap my legs from around him so he can climb on top of me. He positions himself and starts. He goes fast and my nails drag across his back. He moans agains my lips and goes in deep. As I reach my climax I let out a loud moan. We switch spots; I'm on top. I begin to rock my hips and I can feel him release inside of me. I get up and lay next to him to snuggle against him. I lay there for a bit before I head back to the shower.

Daddy's p.o.v

The whole time I was having sex with Jessica, I couldn't help but think of Danielle. What have I gotten myself into?