Toxic: A Sociopath Novel

Chapter 21

It was three o'clock in the morning,Lyn was screaming bloody murder. I sat up just as her mom barged into her room,Christopher and I watching from the couch."Lyn, Lyn,' her mom called, shakingher. Lyn woke with a start."Mama," she cried, leaping into hermom's arms for comfort."What's wrong? You were screaming."She was playing with Lyn's long ponytail."It was awful mama," she started,almost sobbing. She explained in such detailthat it was impossible not to picture it in myhead:"He was touching me, in places Ididn't care to have his hands. He startedundressing me, and I screamed 'No! No!""Shut up, bitch!" He yelled then chucked mein the jaw. Tears started running down myface as I rubbed it and watched him unduethe buckle of his belt. I didn't screamanymore out of fear that he would hit meagain. I didn't make any noises. I just stoodagainst the wall with my eyes closed and lethim caress me. I was stripped down to just my bra and panties now. He was running hisright hand over my breasts and sucking onmy neck. His other hand was running up mythigh, towards my sex. I kept my eyes closedout of fear, hoping it would be over faster."Take my clothes off." He whisperedsexually into my ear. I shook my head. "Do it,bitch!" He yelled. The tears raced fasterdown my face as I obeyed his commands,stripping him down to his erection. I jumpedwhen I saw it, and that's when he pinnedme against the wall, his left hand steadypressing into my shoulder. He used his otherhand to pull my panties down then quicklythrew his hand onto my other shoulder. Heused his foot to finish sliding my pantiesdown to my ankles. He slid into me sointensely and roughly, that my mouthopened in pain and I wanted to scream but Icouldn't.""You were screaming." Lyn's momsaid. "I didn't even realize. Thank you forwaking me from my nightmare.""Who was the boy in the dream?""A boy from Lincoln, Wr-W-W..." shechoked trying to say his name."Wright," I called from the livingroom. Lyn and her mom turned towards theopen bedroom door to look at me."It was just a dream." Lyn's momassured, still looking at me."I'm not so sure." Lyn pulled out herphone and messed with it for a minutebefore handing it to her mom."Who would say something like this?"Lyn shrugged and pulled her comforter overher mouth. Christopher and I wandered intoher bedroom and Christopher snatched herphone. I looked over his shoulder, therewas a nasty message from Wright."I'm going to rape youthen kill you, you gorgeousqueer.""At least he thinks you're gorgeous." Isaid, the words coming out like vomit. Christopher became angry. I could tell hehad a strong resentment for his sister'sattacker. He placed her phone down on thebed and stormed off, hustling to throw onhis shoes."Where are you going?" I calledbehind him, but he said nothing and ran outthe door. I followed him, jumping into hispathfinder. My door wasn't even closed yetwhen he hauled ass down the highway."Slow down!" I tried, but he ignoredme. We pulled onto Watson Street, thestreet directly across from the high school.Christopher parked on the street in front ofa double wide trailer and slammed the dooron his way out. I climbed out, still callingafter him. He knocked on the door. Wrightanswered, and before he could say anything,Christopher put him in a headlock anddragged him onto the moist grass. BeforeWright could react, Christopher was on topof him, throwing punches at his face. Istarted screaming. "You're going to do what to my sister,you son of a bitch?" he wouldn't stopswinging, but I stopped screaming longenough to call his mom. She gathered Lynand made her way over here, at the sametime I heard police sirens.Lyn, her mom, and the cops showedup to scene at the same time. It took twocops plus Lyn and her mom to pryChristopher away from Wright. I lookedaround for a moment to see a bystander,that must've been who called the police.Wright jumped up in disbelief, pinching hisbloody nose. Wright had blood everywhere;he looked like a horror show. His nose waspouring with blood and the left side of hisface held a stream of blood. Christopher'sface was sweaty and red."What's going on?" One of theofficers asked."He just showed up to my house andstarted beating the hell out of me!" Wrightinsisted. "No, no, no," Christopher disagreed."He threatened my sister.""You have no proof of that!" Wrightargued."Don't I?" Christopher argued thenturned his attention over to Lyn whowillingly showed the officers Wright's nastymessage."Are you Wright Jacob?" One of theofficers asked."Yes sir." The officer sighed."This is a terroristic threat. If thisyoung lady decides to press charges againstyou, she can, just like you can for this youngman hitting you.""I'd like to press charges." Wrightsaid, wiping off some blood with the frontof his hand."Not so fast," the officer stated. "Youcan't press charges if this girl decides topress charges against you, because youthreatened her and caused uproar with aconcerned brother." "That is no fair!" Wright yelled."Do not disrespect me or I will takeyou to jail right now," the officer explainedand then turned to Lyn. "Do you want topress charges against this young man?" Lynshook her head in protest. She was scared; Icould see it all over her face. Wright swipedhis forehead in relief."I'd like to press charges." Wrighttried again. That was all the officer neededto hear, and he was quick to throwChristopher in handcuffs. He let Christophergive me a quick kiss and talk to me for aminute."I've had enough of this," hesaid. "You better start respecting my sistertoo, LeighAnn."