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"Hey," Mathew whispers in my ear during the movie.

"What?"

"There's a part of the house that I want to show you." He must have noticed my hesitance because he backed himself up, "that wasn't really my intention." He said chuckling, "no this room up stairs is important to me, and I figured it'll give you some more knowledge about me so.." He concludes running his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, let's go see it." I say with a sigh, I was getting a little tired myself, it was only eight but I was usually in bed at this time watching movies or reading.

So we trekked up stairs, him in front of me, we walked down a long hallway and he opened a cashmere door. "Come on in." He said taking my hand and I looked around. It was a room filled with black picture frames on the wall. The hard wooden floor had not a peice of furniture on it except a book case and a black sectional couch.

He pulled me over to the couch and we both sat down. "This is our family room," he ran his fingers down the long trail of books on the shelf next to us. "This is my photo album." He says bringing it over and sitting close with me so he can lay one half of the book on my lap and the other in his.
He flips to the first page, "yeah that's me, I was a sexy baby." He says and I giggle. We flip through more pages as he goes on and explains how his childhood was so cool.

We reached the last page that had a picture which must have been taken a week ago or so. He was shirtless, getting a piggy back ride from Mike and Tracy and Lacey both looked like they were dancing, Shawn and Shane looked like they enjoyed the sight of their girlfriends.
"So, yeah, not much to my little fairy tale, what about you?" He asks and I give him a look.

"You want the full story?"

"That would be exemplary." He said and I lean back in the couch.

"Well um.. My mom died when I was born and then my dad was arrested when I was three years old for killing these three guys in a bar. He's got a life sentence so I was sent to foster care. When I was five I was adopted by an elderly couple and they were awesome. They were rich so i got to go to a private school kindergarden. But the old man died when I was about eight, and the old woman couldn't raise me by herself. I was adopted again when I was twelve, by this bachelor guy.." The haunting memories make me shudder and a cold wind goes through me. "I would wake up in the middle of the night to him staring at me..." I try to explain but have to stop because the feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Um.. Needless to say I broke his nose and was sent back to foster care. But about a month after that David adopted me and him and his son have been really nice to me so... Yeah."

I hadn't realized I'd had my eyes closed and when I open then his mouth is agape slightly and his forehead is creases into three lines. "What?" He asks quietly and I shrug.

"David's wife died giving birth to Ricky and Ricky wanted a sister so they adopted me and they're pretty cool." I conclude and he runs a hand through his hair.

"Wh-what is the name of the bachelor?" He asks it coming out like a growl.

"Tyler Dawson." I say trying to flush the memories away from my head,

"Did he look like this?" He asks and he shows me a Facebook page.

He showed me a picture of the monster I'd come to know as Mr. Dawson. Facebook really was a freaky contraption. All you had to do was look up someone's name, you didn't even have to be their friend, but you could just look them up.

"Yeah." I said softly and looked away from the man.

*flash back*

"Wake up babe." Someone purs in my ear and my eyes snap open and Tyler is ontop of me, his legs on either side of my waist. His hands traveled up my waist but i wriggled them away. That's when I noticed my hands were handcuffed above me and bile rose in my throat but I was quick to swallow it back down. He got off my waist and forced my legs apart. Then he trailed his hands up my inner thighs and I was kicking myself for only wearing a t shirt and undergarments to bed.

Goosebumps.

Goosebumps rose all over my skin and the muscles inside of me were twisting in agony of wanting to get away. He continues rubbing my legs as he went up to kiss my chest. Tears rolled down my cheeks and soaked my hair. That's when I knew I had to go crazy or he was going to get what he wanted. I began jerking my wrists and swing my legs trying to get him off. The cold metal of the handcuffs dug into my skin, blood ran down both of my arms, next thing I knew he hit me hard.
I was panting for breath considering he punched me right in the gut and I was choking for air. "Be good and it won't hurt as bad I promise."

My body was losing the energy I had minutes ago, now I was begging and sobbing, trying anything I could to get him off. He pulled his shirt off and I realized what I was up against, he had a complete six pack and toned arms, while I had nothing. He traced his hand up my leg again and i whimpered but it must have sounded good to him because he smirked and said into my neck, "there you go baby, don't fight how you feel." He encourages. Then I knew just what to do, I just pictured him as my boyfriend Jake.

When I closed my eyes and he roamed his hands up my back lifting my shirt off, I arched my back to help him. He kissed my back all over until I fake moaned and he sucked he spot hard. "The handcuffs... Take em off." I whisper, biting his ear slightly. I lightly encased his ear lope between my lips and he moaned and fiddled with the bed side drawer and pulled out a key. His shaky hands undid the cuffs, and I flipped us over, now straddling him. I began rocking back and forth against his crotch, he moans and takes my hips in his hands.

I continued rocking back and forth but then I made my movements harsher, trying to get him to his climax. He began panting and moaning my name constantly. The second I knew he released I began beating the shit out of him. I caught him at his weakest point, I punched him hard in the nose and blood gushed and I punched him in the throat making him lose air.
I ran to the phone after leaning a chair under the doorknob of the bedroom and called 911. "911 what is your emergency?"

"I- I was almost raped." I sob into the phone covering my mouth with a shaky hand as I slide down to the floor as she tells me she'll trace the number to the address I'm at and send out a few troops.

*flashback ends*

"Do you realize how beautiful you look when your thinking?" Mathew asks me, stroking his thumb pad across my cheek.

"Thank you.." I say softly, wishing away the nightmares.

"The next person who hurts you will get a television broken over their head." He tells me with no ounce of humor laced in his voice.

"Thanks."