Stranger Danger

67

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67 Published 05.24.2020

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ROSEANNE

"Come," he whispers, my body flinching at the touch of his hand as he begins to take off my blazer.

"Stop!" I can only yell, but my cry for help doesn't last long before he slaps a hand over my mouth, muffling any sounds of mine.

"Shut up before we get caught!" Scott hisses at me. His eyes turning dark with malice.

But something didn't feel right.

Through my pain, this felt all too familiar.

"Scott, please," I beg him, my eyes filled with fear.

My fight was weak, I knew I would lose, but I had to continue fighting.

It was my only hope.

But my plea was dismissed as he orders Irene to hold me. 

"Just relax, okay?" Scott pats my cheek, slowly peeling my blazer away from my shoulders.

His movements were so casual, so easy, and I was fighting with every ounce of fight I had in me, but it wouldn't last long.

As my blazer lands on the floor with a thud, I can only watch in fright. 

I turn to Scott as I feel his hands reach for my dress shirt and with a whimper, I let the last fight in me go.

I stood no chance.

I never did.

"Don't cry," Scott cooes, but the tears keep rolling down my face, unable to stop.

Through blurry eyes I watch as Scott begins to unbutton my shirt, his hands brushing agaisnt the skin of my chest, causing me to clench my eyes in pain.

But this already happened.

It had to be a dream.

Everything felt so real, my pain, the fear, his heated gaze, everything.

This already happened, so why did it feel so real?

The echo of my cries is so intense, but I can only think of one person at this point.

A boy I care about.

James.

I want him to hug me right now, to let me know how much he cares about me.

I just want to hear the sound of his voice, and feel the heat of his body wrapping me in a blanket as he holds me close to his chest like he always does.

I want him.

I need him.

But he wasn't here.

With a shaky breath, I let myself give up.

There was no use.

Dream or not, Scott would always win.

With a tight grip on my chin, he leans in close to my lips.