Don't Tell

Chapter 4: We Got Innocence For Days

Carly's pov ((a week later))

It was getting dark. That bothered me. I don't like the dark. Its eerie. It makes it seem like someone is standing there but you can't see them.

I can't go back to the bus though. There, everything was different. Andy and Patrick would watch my every move. Ever since they found out I cut, they've been acting like professional stalkers. I had to scream until my voice was gone to convince Andy to let me take a walk.

Plants rattled and the sky soon was pitch black. I'm terrified. I need to get back to the bus, now. I am running. I feel like something is following me.

"Hello, Carly." It came from behind me.

No no no. That voice. It could only belong to one person. The way it cracks with each syllable that rolls off his tongue. The way you can hear the smile in his voice. The low pitch of it.

"Don't act like you don't remember."

"I do. And that's why I'm going to leave now."

"You're not going anywhere."

"You're NOT going to do this to me again, Aaron,"

"Oh but I am." He scanned me, "You're guilty, aren't you? I bet you haven't even told your brother." He ran up to me and pushed me into the wall behind me. He then grabbed me by my neck and slid me up the wall, blocking my airway. "So go ahead. Say what's on your mind. Tell me I'm a bad, bad man. SAY IT!"

His fist flew at my face. "I guess it's time for round two."

I am losing consciousness now. I can feel his hand sliding up my shirt. Tears and blood filled my eyes. He is going to kill me. I'm going to die.

"Put her down!"

Aaron's head turned to the voice. "And why should I?"

"Maybe because I have three other dudes that will be here in two seconds at the push of a send button."

My vision was going dark now. His grip still didn't loosen.

"Now I'm going to ask you again. Put. Her. Down."

I felt his grip loosen and I fell to the ground. "You got lucky, little missy," He whispered. I couldn't respond. I just laid there, staring into nothingness, bruised and bloody.

"Carly," It couldn't be. "Carly, I'm here now. It's Patrick." He scooped me up and rocked me back and forth.

All I could do was grip his soft, cotton shirt. I wanted to talk to him But I couldn't.

"Did you know him?" Patrick asked.

I nodded.

"Carly... Has this happened to you before?"

I hesitated. I don't want to tell him. I think I should.

"Carly. Answer me. Were you raped?" I could these the quiver in his voice.

I hesitated once more before I nodded.

"Why.... why didn't you tell us? Is this why you cut?"

I nodded once more.

"D... don't tell..." I wheezed.

"Why?"

"Andy... can't know."

"I have to tell him, Carls. He's your brother."

"Let me tell him when I'm ready." I whimpered.

"Fine, but how are we gonna explain this?"

I shrugged.

Patrick just stared at me. I stared straight back at him. He leaned in to me and our lips collided.

I didn't pull back. I enjoyed it.

He pulled back and I smiled. "I love you."

He kissed me.