Damaged

Flashback Dream 1

Warning Bullying and a r**e scene and some very strong language. 

Jessica's POV:

         After coming out of the bathroom in a wide strap tank top and blue flannel pajamas, I opened the door slowly to peek at what Daniel was doing. He was hunched over focused on the paperwork he was going over. The overhead light was turned off and he had a small desk light setup. 

        It was mostly dark so I would be able to fall asleep easily. The scratching of the pen however would keep me up. I walked up to him so I could get my phone back from Daniel. 

        He looked up at me through reading glasses. I froze. He looked even sexier with silver, square rimmed reading glasses. My heart hammered in my chest. No wonder I fell for Him. They are all sexy and I lusted after Him. Damn just my luck to be stuck in the house with a really hot guy. It may be harder to fall asleep tonight. 

         I unfroze and held my hand out. He looked at me confused until I point to my phone the sat to his left. Surprised he handed it to me.

         “Sorry about that. I wasn’t understanding what you wanted. Sleep tight.” He turned back to the paperwork so focused. 

          I moved to the left side of my bed and pushed the covers back. I ran to my purse forgetting my phone charger. I had a wall plug in and lucky me there happened to be an outlet right behind my night stand. 

          Phone charging and I laid down under the covers feeling exhaustion wash over me. I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.    

           It was the beginning of November. I had been invited to a popular girls sleepover party. She had to sit there and beg me to let her come. I was thirteen years old. My cousin Jaime and my aunt Lily had moved out to go their own way. 

          I guess you could say I was lonely without her. Even though at school she would make fun of me, but when we get home her and I would hang out and have fun. We would sneak into Aunt Lily’s liquor cabinet she kept.  

         I’d pick the lock and we would go after any liquor in there, but after an incident, we stopped. 

         My brother had dropped me off grumbling something unintelligible as I got out of his car. He didn’t even say goodbye. He just drove off without a single remorse about my safety. I walked down the driveway. It was really dark and I couldn’t see a single thing. I tripped a couple times. I came to the house, but it was dark.   

         I heard noises all around me and I was scared that I might be attacked by a bear or something. My heart was beating 100 miles a minute. I got closer to the house and it looked like nobody had even lived here in a while.

         Then I heard whispering voices all around me. The voices whispered louder and louder. I was shaking by now.    

         I had my purse in my right hand and my overnight backpack on my back. I looked around frantically terrified. 

        Shadows wisping among the trees. I was crying I was so terrified. The darkness and the cold night didn’t help with my fear. 

        Then these shadows came out and came toward me fast. I was about to run when the girls grabbed me. I screamed so loud that I swear I would go deaf.    

           Laughing ensued behind me. I put my head down looking at my shadowy feet. I was tricked again.   

           Stacy the popular girl laughed at me. Her five friends joined her. I was not amused, and I should’ve known better.

           “Your so pathetic. How could I ever want a loser like you to stay the night. My parents aren’t even home. Why don’t you run home and cry to your mommy?” She asked and then laughed again. Anywhere was better than here. 

            I ran back down the driveway crying feeling so humiliated. I got to the end realizing I would have to walk to the nearest house to call my brother and see if he would pick me up. I doubt it though.  

            Crying without hope in the world, I walked on the side of the road trying to get as far away as possible from Stacy and her friends. With very little light I grabbed my iPod to use for light, but it was no use I can’t really see. 

           I stopped and sat on the guardrail crying so hard. I just couldn’t stop. This kind of pain hurt me. My heart beat normally, but with a new wound it hurt with every beat.    

           I had forgotten the reports of underage girls being picked up and r***d. I was crying and then I saw headlights. The car slowed until it stopped next to me.  

           The bright lights made it unable to see the driver.

            “Do you need a ride home?” The driver asked. He sounded like a man. I contemplated, but like the adults say don’t trust strangers.

             “No I’m okay,” I replied my voice cracking because I was still crying.

            “I don’t believe your fine. Come on I’ll give you a ride home.” He started to plead with me. This man was actually pleading me to get in his car.

            “Listen I just want to be left alone.” I said a little louder.     

             “Now how can I leave a girl like you alone. Your crying, which means something happened. I’ll take you home and listen to your problems, okay?” Now I was suspicious.  

            “Just leave me alone,” I said starting to walk back towards Stacy’s.   

            He couldn’t get the hint. He was more persistent in trying to get  me in his car. He got out and chased after me. He grabbed me making me drop my purse. He ripped my backpack off my back.

           “Hey, what the f**k do you think you’re doing?” I asked angrily. He pulled me into his body. He started to run his hand along my torso going downward. He held me tightly, so I was helpless. His breathing in my ear went erratic.

           His hand rubbed the top of my jeans and suddenly I realized I was in danger. This man wanted to touch me. He wanted to do more than that and fear ran through my entire body. He dragged me back to his car. Bent me over the back of his car and started rubbing his groin against my ass. I wish I was strong enough to resist him. This older man was sick to younger girls.

          “You’re mine. I’m gonna have you soon,” he whispered in my ear. I tried to wiggle free, but it was useless against an older man. He touched and rubbed my breast. I cried silently. I could feel this disgusting man get hard just by touching my breast. 

            He ran his hands down my torso rubbing his hard d**k against my ass. I was so disgusted by this and tried to wiggle and wiggle, but to no avail I couldn’t get out of his grasp. He touched me in that place over my jeans. He started to kiss my neck as he touched me. I wished for helped, but if I cried for help I may lose my life.    

          “God damnit. I gotta have you now,” his pleasure written in his voice. He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants really fast. As if he had practice. He bent me forward even more. I heard him do the same to himself. 

         I could feel the tip poking my v****a. I took no pleasure. My v****a would be dry and…

         He rubbed the tip and was about to be inserted, when I felt his weight off me. Quickly pulled up my underwear and jeans fastening the button and zipping up the zipper. I turned to see a shadow had thrown the guy a few feet away. His d**k still out. 

         “You disgust me,” the man who had thrown the guy said. He looked to have long curly hair. The man came over with his phone in hand. “Call 9-1-1. And get help. I’ll tie him down.” I did as I was told telling them of our location. They wanted me to stay on the phone until police arrive but I didn’t want to.    

           I was already seen as a victim. I didn’t want to be a real victim. The man had already seen me standing there in the glow of his phone. He walked toward me with the guy tied up. He sat the guy in the backseat of his car. He then came to me.

          In the light of his phone I could see his deep blue eyes and his hair the color black. Piercing into me softly. He looked sexy.

         “Are you okay,” he asked softly. I was not okay. To have been scared to Death by Stacy and then attacked and almost r***d by a r****t. I just couldn’t stop the tears. I cried and cried and cried. Even though he was a stranger he held out his arms. I ran into them. I cried so hard.   

         When the police arrived I cried myself dry. I stood there as we were surrounded by cops. We complied with the police, but seeing the man tied up in the car they looked at us questioning me. An officer came over to us. He looked older with salt and pepper hair and some wrinkles started to show on his face. 

        “What happened here?” He asked both of us. I was to scared to answer. 

       “I came upon this scene seeing this man enlisting and almost r**e this young girl,” the blue eyed man.    

        “Miss is this true?” He asked me. I really didn’t want to answer.

        “Yes,” I said collecting myself to answer him. 

        “Could you explain what happened here?” He asked me softly. I explained even what happened at Stacy’s. I said my age which made him knit his eyebrows together. I know underlaw an officer has to have a parent present to speak to me. 

         “Young man. How old are you?” The officer asked him.     

         “I’m sixteen, sir.” He was very polite towards the officer.

         “Why are you driving around this way?” He asked.

         “My sisters working late at the hospital tonight, and I didn’t want to be home alone so I took a drive around,” he stated. The officer wrote down everything. He questioned us more and then he asked me if I had somebody that I could contact to pick me up.

        I lied and told him I didn’t knowing that nobody would come to pick me up. Mom was working she’s a truck driver and she won’t be back for about two weeks. My dad and the rest of the family do not really like me. That’s okay.  

        “Would you like me to take you home?” The blue eyed boy asked me.   

        “That would be nice, thank you,” I said.  

        He lead me to his car slowly. All I wanted to do was get home, lock the doors, and shower and change.

        When we gave our info, I found out his name was D’Angelo. He had grabbed my backpack and purse off of the ground and stuck in the back seat of the car. He then ran around to the passenger door, opened it and helped me in. He was such a gentleman. On the way home we talked about things. 

        When we got to my house he parked out front and grabbed my things and opened my door for me. He lead me to the front door. He said goodnight to me and left. 

        I found later that he had put a piece of paper in my purse saying call me with his number underneath it. 

          I was awakened by someone shaking me. My eyes slowly opened to see Daniel to my right. He had his hand on me, but he moved it once I started to wake up. 

         Still a little groggy and waking up from that dream I was trying to get my bearings for a moment.   

         “Good, your awake,” he smiled as if that’s a good thing. I wanted to smack him for waking me. But that thought floated away. I turned over and went back to sleep.

Daniel's POV:

        She seems to be having a bad dream. She keeps tossing and turning and breathing heavily in her sleep. I sighed looking at the stack I have left. I pinched the bridge of my nose. I’m so worried about what’s going on with Jessica I still have a pretty good amount of paperwork still left to do. 

          Her breathing picked up again as if someone was trying to hurt her. I looked at my watch. Great it’s time to wake her up to make sure she’s not in a coma. I moved to her side of the bed. 

          “Jessica,” I said right by her ear. Nothing happened. “Jessica,” I called louder. I put my hand where her side is and started to shake her a bit.

          “Come on Jessica, wakey wakey eggs and bakey,” I said shaking her. Her eyes slowly opened. Phew that was close. I would’ve had to go wake up Jeremy if she didn’t wake up. He is grumpy after working a double shift to try and wake him up.

         “Good, your awake,” I said relief washing over me. Her eyes told me to let her sleep or she would hit me. I wouldn’t doubt she would try. She wouldn’t succeed however. This is because I’d probably see it coming.

          Well success she woke up, gotta do this every two hours and she may be in bed well into the afternoon. Dear lord I’m in trouble.