Second chances and new starts

r**e

This is a massive warning to everyone. This CHAPTER has a r**e scene and then some more story development. It's not a compulsive CHAPTER and can be skipped if you feel uncomfortable, but it will help explain how the relationship between the girls becomes more protective and needy. So, I leave this up to the individual reader. You can always skip the whole CHAPTER or just the first half with the r**e. This is also why the previous CHAPTER was a little short. Because I wanted to make sure that people could decide on what to do about this one.

Rose went to get some extra beer from the carport when she heard heavy breathing behind her. She turned to see her uncle standing there, staring at her. She backed up a few steps, but he moved closer and grabbed hold of her arm. “so, you found your mate already? Well, why don’t we celebrate. I'll give you a little experience as a send off. “ he pulled her to him, running his thick fingers through her hair before tightens them and yanking her head back. He pressed his lips against her. Thrusting his slimy tongue down her throat. She gagged, pulling away and giving a cough. “stop. Why are you doing this. Just leave me alone.”

He gave a demented laugh and tugged her back into his arms. She tried to push him away, but when he wouldn’t budge, she slapped him across his face, one of her fingernails raking a deep scratch down his cheek. “you b***h" he bellowed as he backhanded her jaw, sending her flying to the ground. She landed with a heavy thud and gasped in pain as her body hit the cold cement. He pounced on top of her. Pressing his body flush to her. She froze for a moment in fear before her fight or flight instincts kicked in. She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but it only made him chuckle. “keep moving like that baby doll, and this will be over before we enjoy ourselves.” When she realised she s she couldn’t escape, she tried to fight. She kicked and clawed. Arching her body to try and fling him off. He wrestled her down, pinning her to the ground. She was unable to buck and try to shake him off. The cold grip of fear squeezed her heart as frantically tried to think what she could do to get away. She screamed for help. Yelled out for her father. Anyone. Her voice became hoarse and her throat burned. She could taste blood as she gave a piercing cry. He squeezes her tender breast tightly. She wails as his hand twists her n****e leaving it raw.

He reaches down, grabbing her panties and ripping them off her. The fabric shreds and falls away, leaving her bare to his rough groping. He spits on his fingers and shoves them inside her while tears stream down her face and her soul cries out.

She shrieked in agony as he forces is way into her tender flesh. Splitting and tearing her body as he buried himself inside. Her. He groans in pleasure as she yelps in pain. Some blood drips out, pooling underneath her, then getting smeared as her body is moved by his violent thrusts. He moves in and out of her burning body. She gasps for air and prays for it to stop. His grunts bring her back to the reality that she desperately wants to escape from. “please stop" her voice is barely a whisper as she pleads. “I’ll be finished soon” he whispers in her ear as his sweat drips down onto her neck.

Raya

I heard Rose. Screaming. It was a terrifying, soul crushing visceral sound. My heart dropped and I felt sick to my stomach. Something is very, very wrong. I run outside and over to her house. I find her father passed out on the floor of the living room. I look around as a metallic smell wafts past. Blood. I run through to the carport and that where I see her. Being crushed under her uncle as he thrusts deep into her body. I try not to throw up as waves of revulsion hit me. I grab the baseball bat and bolt over, he hears me and starts to turn his head as I smash it down onto his skull. He moans in agony and holds his head as he rolls off of Rose. I scoop her up and here her soft cries as tears rain down her cheeks. I run with her in my arms back to my house. Gently lowering her to the couch which I shut and lock the door. Then pushing cupboards around to block the door and Windows. I slowly walk over to Rose. I squat down in front of her. Afraid to touch her. “Rose? I’m here. I have you. You're safe now.” She leans forward, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck as giant, heart wrenching sobs shake her body. I gently place my hands on her back and rub them in circles. Trying to comfort her. “come on. Let’s get you into the shower.” She nods and I help her walk up the stairs. She flinched with pain on every step. Rage burns deep inside me. I want to kill him. Tear him apart with my claws. I want to burn down this pack that let him do this. So many dark thoughts whirl through my mind, which quickly comes to an end as I hear her gentle sob and feel her weight as she leans against me. I have to take care of her now. Nothing is more important. I pick her up in a princess lift and place her so she is sitting on the shut toilet. I turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature till it’s warm and toasty. I help her take her clothes off. She shudders and holds her breath. I see the bruises and scratches that cover her body and I wish I could take her pain away. The only saving grave is I got there before he finished. If he had bitten her or gotten her pregnant, I don't know if she could survive. I gently and carefully help her into the shower. I hold her up and tilt her head back so the water runs through her hair. I slowly take my hands away when I can feel her standing steadily. I reach over and grab the shampoo, squirting some in my hands. I rub them together and then delicately rub her hair. She leans forward and I work the lather in all the strands. After rinsing it out, I do the same with the conditioner. After her hair is clean, I grab the bar of soap and hand it to her. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. “ I softly croon as I take a small step back. Giving her some space as she rubs the soap over her body. Hissing in pain as the suds drip over the scratches. She runs the soap over every inch of akin. Over and over. 30 minutes pass before I finally take the soap from her hands. “I swear you are clean. There is not a scrap of him left. Please, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” She slowly nods her and I reach in and turn of the tap. I grab a towel and rap it around her. Lifting her up and bringing her into my room. I then go back and quickly take off my now soaked clothes, grabbing a nightie and clean underwear from the pile of clean clothes I haven’t put away in my room yet and get dressed. I then grab another set and a spare towel and go back to the bedroom. She is exactly where I left her. Not moving an inch. Trembling from the cold. I fight back tears as I walk of and softly call her name. I place the PJs next to her and the use the spare towel to gently dry her hair. After I get most of the moisture out, I use it to pat her shoulders and back, before sitting cross legged on the ground and dry her feet and legs. I put the wet towel on the ground next to me and then stand up, picking up the nighty and crunching it up so only the neck hole remains. I place it over her head and drop the rest of the fabric on her shoulders. I then find the left arm hole, gently lifting her hand and placing it through before doing the same to her right side. I get her to stand up and the towel that was wrapped around her body falls in a heap around her ankles. I pick up the knickers and try to hand them to her, but she is like a doll. An empty puppet waiting for someone to make her move. My heart broke a little more as I saw how still she was. I grit my teeth and put them low while asking her to step in. I pull them up to her knees before freezing. I look up and ask if she can pull them the rest of the way up, but her glassy eyes just stare blankly at me. I grit my teeth and try to softly pull the up while also being as quick as possible. I then pull the bottom of the nightgown down and it falls just below her knees. I sit her back on the bed before gathering the wet towels and take them to the laundry, dropping then in the washing machine. On the way back, I pick up the remains of her clothing from the bathroom floor and throw them in the bin. I grab the hair dryer from the cabinet and once back in the bedroom, plug it in and turn it on. I finish drying Rose’s hair. Once it was all dry, I put it away and then turned down the covers. Moving her on the bed so she was lying down before covering her up. She burrowed in deep and tears started falling , dampening the pillow beneath her. I don’t know what to do. Should I hug her? Should I leave her alone? I feel so helpless. After standing silently by her side for a few minutes, I ask her if she wants some time to herself or does she want me to stay. When she doesn’t answer, I start to leave and give her some space when her hand shoots out and clings to my nighty. “don’t go. “ I gently unwrap her tightly clenched fist and move around the bed. I move the covers and get in next to her, leaving some space between up. She rolls over and places her head on my stomach, wrapping her arms around my waist. I gently cradle her in my arms while stroking her hair. Eventually her tears dry and her breathing evens out as she drift to sleep. But it is a long time after before I finally join her.