ChapterTwo
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I didn't know what woke me up that night. It was dark outside, and eerily quiet, but I thought nothing of it. Even the creatures of the night needed rest, I thought. I was alone in the house. My dad and step mom had gone to a party in the neighboring pack.
I was about to go back to sleep when I decided on a glass of water. I stood up and went to the living room and opened the fridge. I took a bottle of water, shut the fridge and had turned back to go to the bedroom when a movement caught the corner of my eyes, but it was too late.
I felt the cold steel of the knife against my neck before I could do anything else.
“Hello, Princess,” said the voice near my ear and I immediately knew who it was.
Dale.
Before I knew it, he had tied a piece of clothing over my mouth, effectively preventing me from casting a spell if I wanted to.
“Don't struggle or I swear to Goddess I'll pierce your skin through with this knife,” he threatened, pushing me to the sofa.
Grinning, he came to my front and bind my arms. Then he began to slice through my clothes with the knife, all the while with that evil, ugly grin on his face.
“I really want to see what my brother has been enjoying. Keep still, witch. I don't want to damage that pretty skin.”
Slowly now, he trailed the knife down my stomach, relishing the act. As he got to the tip of my panties, I headbutted him in one quick move, rolling off the sofa in the same breathe. I ran towards the direction of my room, falling stuffs as I went, in the hopes that someone, anyone, would hear the noise even though I was distance away from the next house.
I heard him yell. And then silence. A few minutes later, I heard my living room door open and shut.
He was gone.
Water gushed into my eyes as I tried to free my hands and recall what happened.
I could have been r***d. Dale tried to r**e me. I shut my eyes and tried to block out the images that flashed through my head, images of his hands on my skin, the knife against my neck.
When I had calm myself and said a quick prayer of thanks to the goddess, I picked up my phone and called Caleb.
“Hi, Babe,” he answered after the first ring.
I pushed back the tears as I replied him, “Hey.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. No. Dale was here.”
“What?”
“Dale was here.”
“What? What are you saying? What could my brother be doing there?”
“He came here and tried to—”
“Luna, are you okay? It's one am in the morning. Dale is on his bed. What could he be doing in your house?”
“I'm trying to exp—”
“Did you accidentally inhale one of your potion powders?”
I took a calm breath. “Caleb. Listen to me. Your brother was here.”
“To do what? Oh, probably he dropped by to say hi.”
I couldn't believe my ears. “For f**k's sake, Caleb. Say hi to me in the middle of the night?”
“Well, Dale can be weird like that.”
“Will you please listen to me?!”
He sighed. “Alright, babe. I'm all ears.”
“He tried to r**e me.” The tears was now streaming down my face and I was unable to stop them. “Did you here me, Caleb? Your brother broke into my house and tried to r**e me!”
There was nothing but silence at the other end.
“Caleb?” Silence. “Caleb,” I called again, my voice a little louder this time, “Are you there?”
“Yeah. Yes, Luna. I'm here.”
“Then why aren't you saying anything?”
“You have to understand me, Luna. This is a little hard to believe. This is Dale we're talking about here. My brother.”
“He tried to r**e me!” I shrieked into the phone, disregarding all sense of decorum.
“I know you guys don't get along but —”
“Stop saying that! Stop saying that! I am not making this up against him because we don't get along! I'm telling you. He really tried to r**e me!”
“I'm so sorry, Luna, but—” He stopped and I heard him speak with someone else. He cleared his throat. “Um, Luna, my dad wants to speak with you.”
A second later, his father's voice came on. “I heard you calling my son a rapist.”
His father and I don't get along either. He and my father had been bitter enemies and even though my father had passed, he still insisted in carrying on that rivalry with me so I knew there was no way I was coming out victorious in this.
“I'll have you know that I did not raise my sons to be rapists, you filthy lying bitch.”
“Dad—”
“Shut up and let me talk, Caleb. This is a woman that is about to spoil your brother's name, and there you are, too p***y whipped to do anything about it.”
“Your son is a r****t!” I repeated, angry that I had almost became a victim of every woman's fear, angry that Caleb couldn't say a word to defend me, angry that I couldn't hurt this man the way his son had tried to hurt me because being a witch meant taking oaths that meant you could only use your spells for good and not to hurt people.
“You shut your mouth, girl! No son of mine would hanker over his brother's woman. A woman that's not even worth a s**t in the market. We'll take this matter to the council of elders — I will not watch you try and ruin my family name. Prepare to be called upon.”
A disbelieving laugh came out of me as he hung up. I knew he meant it when he said I should be ready for the council of elders and I knew he had enough sway with them to make them pass whatever judgement he wanted.
My phone rang. It was Caleb.
His voice came from the other end. “Hey, babe.”
I said nothing, letting the silence take over.
“Look, babe. I'm sorry for what happened. But you can't blame my dad for getting so defensive. It's his son we're talking about here.”
“His son that tried to r**e me.”
“Yeah, but —”
“You know what? We'll talk tomorrow. Goodnight.” With that, I hung up.
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