Reagan

Chapter Four

Author's Note: D: i resent this chapter, but whatever, read anyways...if you dare ;) 

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Chapter Four: A Not So Nice Trip Into Town 

I had awoken the next morning, alone. Callie must’ve slipped away without waking me up. I slipped out of the bed and started towards the backyard, wanting to know more about that shed. I had my hand of the door handle when: 

“Where are you going?” My Aunt Kim asked softly from behind me. I whipped around, my eyes wider then a cow’s. 

“Nowhere.” I said, narrowing my eyes to her and started towards the kitchen. She followed me.

“Well, get ready, we’re going out.” she said, her eyes lingering on me before she turned abruptly and walked briskly to her room, slamming the door. I sigh and start to get ready. 

In the car with my parent’s murderers was nerve racking. Every time she did something I would flinch and she would stare at me bizarrely. I taped my fingers repeatedly on the window as she sped down the road. 

“Where are we going?” I asked for the sixth time.

“Next time you ask me I’m tying you to the hood of the car,” she laughed morbidly. My eyes widened slightly and pounding started in the back of my skull. This woman is freaking me out! I looked out of the window again, refusing to make eye contact or conversation with her. 

When she parked in front of a strip mall, a lump formed in my throat. 

“What are we doing here?” I asked, swallowing the lump. 

“Shopping, silly! I thought you would like to buy some things.” she smiled and hopped out of the car. I dragged myself out of the car knowing a long day of crowded boutiques and dressing rooms was before me. 

“Oh look, Reagan! A religious store! They sell purity rings here, don’t they? Would you like one? I heard girls your age are into those!” she said, practically jumping. I wanted to puke, but then the idea settled into my head, boring a hole so deep, that memories flooded out and my lungs felt as if they were collapsed and no air would reach them. 

His hands were in my hair, his lips were everywhere. I was so scared; I was a brick. Frozen and solid. Fire licked at everywhere he touched me, I was so scared, my chest shook from within. 

I refused to think about what happened next. I don’t even remember who had raped me. All I remember was that it happened at a party that I had sneaked off to in the middle of the night and when I called my parents crying confessing them about everything, but something happened, my memory clipped off at the moment I hung up the phone with my mom.

“No.” I whisper hoarsely. She looks at me sideways. 

“Why not?” she asked, putting her hand on the door.

“I just don’t want one!” I yelled, storming off.

“Reagan!” she screamed after me, but I ignored her. Tears were flooding my eyes and I accidentally tripped over something and in front of my face was a large, dirty rat. I let out a short scream, that ended sharply when I noticed he had the same gimp tail from the one at Aunt Kim’s  house. The rat scampered off and I peeled myself off of the pavement and tore off to chase it. I had no reason to, but something told me too, that this rat had some type of importance. The rat ran through an open door and I ran in after to find myself  in a shop filled with strange posed manikins. I stared at the oddly shaped forms while I searched for the rat. I stopped suddenly, looking at a manikin holding it’s own head in it’s hand. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of shadow pass by. I tore through the crowd of manikins, toppling them over. But when I finally got close enough to grab him, he slithered through a hole in the wall. 

I squatted down on my knees and looked through the holes to find it empty and dark. I growled and slammed my hand against the wall. 

“What are you looking for?” Aunt Kim’s sudden voice sounded behind me. I jumped back, turning to look at her. Her hands were on her hips and she was staring at me with slits for eyes.

“Nothing.” I said getting up.

“Reagan.” she paused to sigh, “You’ve been so distant about everything!” She scolded, I looked away. How could I tell her that I knew her secret?

“I’m sorry.” I said, not really meaning it.

“Look, I’ve been so excited to have you stay with me, but you act as if your head is still at Shiny Meadows. I’m calling Dr. Penn, we need to make an appointment.” she said sternly, grabbing me by my arm and dragging me out of the boutique with strange manikins. I ripped my arm out of her grip.

“Stop dragging me around like I’m some doll!” I yell, rubbing my sore arm. 

“Then stop running off like a five year old!” she yelled back. I narrowed my eyes at her. I hated this woman more then anyone on this planet. 

“I hate you.” I said before I could stop myself. I watched as her eyes widened in disbelief. I watched as she stiffened and her eyes glaze over. What’s wrong with her? Is she having a silent seizure Callie would get sometimes when we were younger? I rolled my eyes and headed towards the car.

“You hate me?” she said, her voice raising in extreme anger, I turned to see her shaking violently. Her lips twisted into a bizarre looking snarl. I looked away from her, realizing what I just did. She could murder me and get away with it, just like she did to my parents. I looked back at her, my anger rekindled. I was about to say something but before I could, her hand was across my face leaving a burning, stinging sensation after. She slapped me? I was in a state of confusion and realization. I put my hand up to my face to cover up the raw pain that radiated from it. I was too shocked to realize that she had drug me to the car and we were now on the road. 

Once we arrived to her house, I ran to my room and locked myself inside, backing away from the car cautiously as if she would pound her way through. I ended up sitting on my bed crying my eyes out. I wished Callie would show up, I needed to tell her about what happened today. She needed to hear this. 

As I started to calm down, I started to realize that my aunt hadn’t come in to check on me like she usually did. I got up silently and opened my door to find an empty hallway. I walked out, not having any reason to sneak around, besides the obvious…my aunt is a murderer.

“Hello?” I spoke clearly as I walked through the house, but when I crossed the living room, a shadow caught my eye. I turned, but nothing was there.

“Aunt Kim?” I asked, but no reply. Then that feeling that someone is watching you flooded over me. A chill ran up my back. I stayed still, waiting for the sensation to pass over, but it settled into my bones. 

“What is it, Reagan?” A disturbing voice rang from behind me. Aunt Kim. I turned around to see her with a knife in one hand and a rag in her other. She was going to kill me. She must’ve known that Callie told me. I shrieked and started to run, but tripped over something to land on my chest and knock my head on the side of the glass table. I was unconscious before my head even touched the floor. And the last thing I saw before being absorbed into black nothingness was my aunt leaning over me, saying something undecipherable. 

~~~ Author's Note: O-O creepy..oh and just a reminder, the rat is a reoccurring thing in this story..comment vote fan whatever~!! love and thanks all! (: