Tell the neighbors I said bye

Chapter 4: Avery- Past 3 months before

Timothy Vanders. An oddball, strange, but not creepy strange. He was always just different. I knew then that I would be lucky to make it out alive. He had a pack of knives and I saw as he examined them to find the one he wanted.

"Wh.... What do you want from me?" I was trembling from the cold.

"One mustn't speak unless spoken to" he said sharply, as if he had been practicing that line. Then it clicked. Those words were very familiar to me.
When I was young I was a slight hot head. I wasn't nice. Timothy Vanders had simply been sitting on the swings when he pointed out an insect. I can't remember what but I had said to him without thinking "one mustn't speak unless spoken to, dork." Like I said, I was a little nasty growing up.

"Well you little whore, what have we here? The situation seems to be on my turf now." He said coldly. He was seemingly heartless.

"I'm sorry... For everything... But please don't hurt me... You got some slices in, but you don't need to do anymore. I will do anything, as long as you don't hurt me or my brother." I pleaded.

He smirked, "anything?"

"Anything" I stated firmly.

He untied me and let me down. He walked me upstairs and to a bedroom. He threw me on the bed and he raped me. He slapped me and hit me until I wished I was dead. And I wished, but instead I was crying. I cried until I was so dry and deprived of tears. He left me on the bed and locked the door. I tried to sleep, and decided it was a good idea.

Timothy walked in the next morning and handed me clothes and told me I was free to leave. But he said that my punishment wasn't over. He said that if i told anyone, he would kill me and my brother. I was scared out of my mind. I quickly got dressed and ran out the door. He humiliated me.

I ran home and went into the house and found Xander sitting on the couch waiting for someone or something. When he say me, life seemed to have rushed to his face, he wasn't a lifeless zombie anymore.

"Where the hell have you been?" He interrogated me, but I knew that he was just happy to see me home.
Before I could say anything I started sobbing and ran into his arms. He hugged me so tight. He told me that he would never let me leave his sight again.

I didn't talk for a week following that. I sat and didn't eat or drink anything. I just sat in bed and cried. I tried to forget. But that's never going to happen.