Stop Me If You've Heard This One Before (Girlxgirl)

Chapter # 28

*** THE CONTENTS OF THIS CHAPTER ARE FOE MATURE READERS ONLY. GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF RAPE LATER ON IN THIS CHAPTER. THIS IS YOUR OFFICIAL TRIGGER WARNING.***

Talia's POV

Losing track of time was easy when all you had to stare at was a tiny slit of light and complete and utter darkness. I alternated everytime my eyes burned from each and when that wasn't enough to keep me entertained, I would doze off, but it was never real sleep. It was a light sleep, one that didn't restore me at all.

I still heard the dripping every now and then. It came and went and I was still no closer to detecting the source of it. A leaky pipe? A crack in the ceiling?

It was hard enough not to scream, but having to listen to sourceless fucking dripping was grating on my nerves. Not to mention my dried and chapped lips were aching for some water. I felt dehydrated. That couldn't be good for escaping. I wouldn't be strong enough to fend for myself.

I mean, I could barely fight off that guy from the party. How the hell was I going to fight off Lucas when he had two years of tackling me and holding me down and tickling me for minutes under his belt?

He knew my strength as well as I did. He didn't even need to tie me down, he knew I couldn't get away. The only thing I had going for me was a good knee in the balls and even that was hampered by the stupid rope tying me to the bed. I was completely useless in this situation.

It was almost so pathetic that I wanted a do over. I wanted to start at the begining of today--or was it yesterday? It had been a long while. Without sun, I guess time didn't really seem real.

I just hoped Taylor was okay without me. She must have noticed I was missing, right? She must know and my parents must know and they must know it's Lucas. Or at least the Larson's should.

How the hell did that happen? I told my parents everything, but the biggest thing in my life--the reason my life was in danger--was kept a secret. Granted, it wasn't the only secret, but I came clean about being gay.

The door opened. I looked the opposite direction when he entered. Last time he was in here, he settled for talking. He talked and I listened because that's all I could do and when he was done he left me alone. I wondered if he was only going to visit me when he was lonely.

When he was feeling down in the dumps. I hoped he took off this cloth so that when he got close enough I could spit in his face and tell him to go to hell. I would like that a lot better than just lying here.

If I couldn't fight physically, I would slay him with words. Or I would try, at least.

He closed the door and started pacing in the dark. Then he reached up and pulled the metal light switch and the light burst through the room.

The room was creepier when the light was on. The stone walls were rust stained and there were buckets and old dirty rags in the corners. There was a wardrobe, but it looked to be ancient and broken and brittle. There was an old rusty water heater in the corner. The source of the dripping. Finally.

He looked at me and then looked away and cursed under his breath. "The police came by. They tried to talk to me. Said that they needed my information on a missing girl." He laughed once without humor.

"They want to know if I knew anything. I told them no and they wanted to check my phone, so of course I let them." He laughed for real. "I used a burner phone to text you. I already disposed of it and everything. They can't catch me. They can't catch me. Or find you."

Then he turned to me and walked to the bed slowly. I had to try my hardest not to move. Not to fidget. It was so hard. I think I boke a sweat, but I didn't get a chance to really know if I had because he snaked his hands around my throat and squeezed hard.