A Babysitter's Nightmare

Chapter 9

[Craig--->]

I walked home slowly thinking about how I was going to explain this to Andrea. I don't want my dad to be the cause of any harm towards her, mostly her. What he does is completely unexceptional and he doesn't deserve to be labeled as a man. He is a boy who grew physically but as of mentally and emotionally he is attached to his ways. Just refuse to give it up, not caring for the sake of others' safety, feelings, or well-being.

I got into my house and it was dark. I locked the door behind me and walked upstairs to me room, trying to collect and connect words that would describe the subject but not afflicting our relationship and feelings towards each other.

I hopped in the shower and stood there, letting the water braise my skin. After about twenty minutes I got out and put on boxers, getting into bed and setting my alarm clock. Pulling the blankets over me I drifted off to sleep.

But then, I heard screaming and in sounded like Andrea. I immediately got out of my bed, running towards the screams following a trail of blotches of blood scattered all over the carpet. I made it to a closed door, a bloody handprint pasted on the outside and perimeter of the doorknob. It was slightly open and I slowly made my way in.

"Craig! Please, help me!" She was pinned to the wall by a dirty rope that was tied to the doorknobs of closets to the right and left.

Her pants and shirt had be strewn around on the floor, blood stains polka dotting the fabric of her bra and underwear. Dark red blood dripped from the cuts and scars from her waistline to her feet, staining the carpet. All of her veins were visible and I felt all the pain she did.

I was about to race to untie her from the rope but I felt alot of pain in my jaw as I fell to the floor. Then, a strict excruciating pain filled my left side. I held my side and brought my hands up to see thick blood dripping from my palms. I looked up to see my father penetrating Andrea against her will, raping her. I stood up trying to keep my balance but stumbled back down to the floor. I couldn't get up, I was forced to watch Andrea be harmed in this ungodly way.

"Craig! Please, stop him! I'm dying, help me, don't let me die!" she cried out in between gasping and wincing in pain from every thrust.

I couldn't breath, every breath I took, singeing my lungs. I tried gasping for air as my body uncontrollably shook violently, a warm liquid overflowing from my lips, dripping over my chin as I passed out.

I awoke in a dark room that had only been illuminated by a light bulb above a girl in a wooden rocking chair. Her sobs the only sound filling the air as she rocked back and forth, it was Andrea. She held a 50 caliber machine gun in her lap but picked it up and pointed it against her skull.

"No, Andrea, baby please. You don't have to do this!" Tears rush down my face as I tried to get up but once again, I couldn't move. Apparently she couldn't hear me, I felt hopeless.

"Baby, please don't do this!" I yelled hoping, she'd hear me and she did.

"There's nothing I could do, I was helpless. You didn't help me in my time of need. I can't fulfill my life with that scene playing through my head everytime I close my eyes. I'd rather he dead. He should've killed me but he didn't so I'll finish the process." she cried, cocking the gun, her finger on the trigger as she shut her eyes tightly.

"No, Andrea, Don't- " I was too late and there was nothing I could do to save her, now. Its over.

The gun went off five times as an extremely bright light shot at my eyes, intruding the dark as I sat up and looked around my room. Everything was normal, no screaming, no blood. It was just a dream.

I ran to my bathroom and splash cold water on my face. Everytime I closed my eyes, I saw Andrea pinned to the wall being sexually harassed against her will. After drying my face, I looked into the mirror and jumped, my dad was behind me.

"Imma drive you to school, hopefully we see Mrs. Andrea, huh?" he said, punching me in the arm, playfully.

"Yeah, uh, nah dad. That's not necessary, I'll just walk." I said, about to walk out of my bathroom.

Then, my dad punched me in the back of the head and I fell to the floor. I looked up at him and he looked pissed. I slowly crawled away as he followed my, his evil grinning burrowing into my mind as he kicked my in the chest and laughed when I winced in pain, holding my stomach.

"Like I said, I'm driving to school, Craig. I'm hoping to see Andrea. Now, get your punk ass up and get ready." he walked out. Here we go again, I need to stop it. I cannot allow this to happen and I refuse to let him hurt her. Absolutely not.