(WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT)
Saturday (March 23rd, 2019)
Friday goes by fast and it is the weekend. It's the weekend that Farrah's parents are out of town. I still can't believe that their mother does not know what happened to me. I hope someone tells her. But I'm not gonna focus on that.
This is my weekend where I get to spend time with my true love, Netflix. I am just going to spend my precious time watching my favorite shows and movies by myself.
Farrah and Cole had to go out of town with their parents. Unless someone magically appears in front of me and takes me somewhere, I'm just going to say no. I am really not in the mood for anything. Anyways, I put on a pair of black leggings, a white crop top and some white ankle socks and head downstairs. Forget makeup, it's not like I'm going anywhere.
I head downstairs and when I got to end of the stairs I see my little sister Ash and my mom all dressed up for something. I wonder what's going on? It isn't anyone's birthday, yet.
"Hey, what's going on?" I ask scurrying across the floor to the living room.
"Well, Ash and I are gonna go visit your father for the weekend and if you want to join us you can. We're not leaving for another hour or so." My mother answers.
"Oh, okay. Yeah, I'm not ready to visit him quite yet. Maybe another time?" I answer back in an upsetting tone.
I'm still not happy to see my father after he left all three of us four years ago for his other family. I know I should let it go, but I'm a girl who can't seem to move on and forget about it and apologize to him. What he did was unforgivable and I will never forgiven him for that.
Now in an upsetting mood I go to the kitchen and grab the tub of Cookie dough Ice Cream, open it and grab a big spoon, walk back to the living room and turn on Netflix. Once I sat back down my mom and Ashley were already out the door. My mom doesn't have to say anything because when I'm upset she just leaves and gives me my space.
The last time that she left me alone, I became depressed and would always run away to Farrah's house and spend the night for a few days. I would eventually get over it and call Adam to come pick me up. Now that he is at College and now that Farrah's house brings back memories, I have no where else to go when I'm upset. Too bad we didn't live close to a beach. I could run away to there and let the water sway and touch between my toes.
After all of those depressing thoughts and two pints of Ice Cream later I decided to get up and go out for a jog. I need it after eating all of that Ice Cream. I head back upstairs and put myself into some comfortable jogging clothed, grab my earbuds and head back downstairs. I open and close the door, take a deep breath and turn on my Spotty Playlist while inserting my earbuds into my ears, letting the music drown out the real world.
I walk down my porch and start out as a slow jog until my legs started to run faster and faster. I could feel my legs starting to burn and I decided to stop and take a breather. Before I knew it, I look up and see that I am at a lake with a few small cabins nearby. Hmm, this place is beautiful. It's kind of like a small park, I should come here more often. I find a nearby bench and sit down for awhile taking in the breathtaking view of the mother swimming across the lake with their ducklings. They make it across the lake and waddle away to the next place the ducklings are going to live in for the rest of their days in warmth and comfort of their mother.
Once they disappear I get back up and head back to my house. But once I stand up and turn, I see someone come out of one of cabin's and it was none other than the man who ruined my life. I thought was suppose to be out of town with his family?!?! Anyways, he sees me looking at him and I take off running hoping to get away from him.
I glance back real quick and see him running behind me. I need to get out of his sight and fast. I run back into town and see a bunch of people. Yes, a crowd of people is good. A lot of witness. I hear him running and screaming right behind.
"Kinsley, please stop right now!!"
"We need to talk!!"
I keep on running until I go around a corner and bump into someone, hard, knocking me down to the ground. They help me up and thanked them.
"Sorry bout that" I say apologizing them quickly.
"No problem, you okay?" he asked me in a concerned way.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just going for a jog and I must've spaced out. Anyways, sorry again. I gotta go. Bye" I finish while waving back to him, not letting him finish. I start running again and he sees the other man who is running after me and starts running behind him. I didn't notice until I reached my house. I try to unlock the front door, but to no avail I drop the keys.
"Ugh now is not the time to drop things Kinsley" I murmur out loud to myself.
"I have to agree with that, Kins" I hear someone say. No, it can't be! I take a deep breath and realize who is standing behind me.
I turn around and see who is standing there. i can't believe that he followed me all the way home. First, he hurts me physically, now he's a stalker. Why can't he just leave me alone. He gets closer to me and picks up the keys that were next to my feet. I twitch a little bit realizing how close he is to me. I can smell his cologne and his musk and it does not smell good together. He gets back up and unlocks my front door opening it with his long muscular arm.
"Well aren't you going to go in and invite me in as well" he says with a normal smile on his face. How can he just smile like nothing is happening. He isn't suppose to be near me at all, I so can't wait til he is in jail for what he has done.
"Um, I don't think that is a good idea Mr. Bailey" I say in a scared but confident voice.
"Oh I think it is a great idea. That way we can talk about why you were at the police station a few days ago." he says inviting himself in and locking the door shut. I have to get out of here!
"Okay, yeah. Sure" I say walking backwards slowly until I reached the stairs and run upstairs as fast as I can. I can hear him screaming once I got upstairs, locking myself in the nearest room, which is my brother Adam's old room. I go sit in his old closet and hope that he will go away. I hear him bang on my brother's door and go to every other room trying to look for me. I hear silence for a few minutes and before I could take a breath of relief someone grabs me by my legs, turns me over and covers my mouth before I could scream. I open my eyes and see that it was the guy from earlier.
"Shh, I'm going to try and get you out of here" he whispers while lifting his hand off of my mouth, stands up and gives me a hand. I take it and stand up next to him.
"H-how did you get in here and -" I start to ask until he wraps his arm around my waist, leans us against the wall and puts his hand on my mouth, again. We hear footsteps get closer and closer back to my brother's room. I feel the guy wrap his arm around me tighter and he takes his other hand off of my mouth and grabs something from his jean pocket. I don't know what it is, but it can't be good.
The footsteps stop in front of my brother's door and Mr. Bailey starts to bang on it. He must have figured out that I am in here. But what he doesn't know is that there is a person in here with me. I hear him scream and before I knew it he kicked down the door and looked around everywhere for me.
"Hold your breath miss, and don't move" the man says while sliding some of my brother's clothes in front of us, covering just our faces. Oh, did I forget to mention that we're back in his closet? Like in a small corner where nobody can see us. Yeah, that is where we are. We kind had to move back further once Mr. Bailey kicked down the door and opened the closet doors.
I hold my breath and lean myself into this man's chest staying as quiet as I can. This man smells really good, like peppermint and spice. I flush a dark red, and he does not seem to notice since one of his arms is wrapped around me and the other once is occupied with a weapon or something. It's hard to see since it is really dark in the back of my brother's closet. After hiding in here for what seems like hours we get out of the closet and slowly leave my brother's room.
We slowly and quietly walk downstairs until we reached my living room. There is no sign of him anywhere. But to just make sure, the strange man walks around the place to try and find him. After a few minutes or so, he hasn't returned. I'm starting to get a little anxious and scared.
"H-Hey, did you find him yet?!" I say before I felt an arm wrap around me and what seems to be a gag mask pressed against me. I try to get out of his strong grip and not before long, my body starts to go limp and I fall asleep quickly.
I wake up a few minutes and I find myself tied up in a place I have not seen before. Wait, am I back in the cabin that he was staying in?! I get up and before I could make it to the door I see that there is chain on my ankle making me fall down to the floor. When I lift up my head slowly see a pair of shoes, black suede shoes. They bend down, put their finger under my chin and lift my head up so that I can see their face. Of course, it was Mr. Bailey. I knew it!! I knew those shoes from anywhere.
"There is no escaping me, my sweet sweet Kins. I'm surprised that you went back home. You could've went to the police station. But nope, you went back home. Silly, silly girl" he says with a sinister smile and pushes my head to the side and starts walking away still laughing. I get back up slowly and he realizes that I am up.
"Trying to be strong, aren't we?" he says while walking quickly back up to me and grips his hand around my neck and presses me against the wall, hard. I try to loosen his grip but he just grips it harder and harder until he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed. I gasp and try to catch my breath again.
"W-what do you want with me?" I manage to get out while still trying to catch my breath.
"That's easy. I want..YOU!!" he screams while pointing to me.
"But why, this is forbidden, illegal!!" I scream out loud. He gets closer to me and slaps me across the cheek, hard!
"Shut up! You will do as I say or I will kill your friend here" he says while walking towards to what seems like a small room and opens it up revealing Wesley. All bruised up and tied up.
"WESLEY!!" I scream while hearing him try to scream out my name. But before he could say anything Mr. Bailey kicks him hard and Wesley falls down, coughing out blood. Mr. Bailey lifts him up by his hair and then grabs him by his arm and sets him down on a chair, wrapping up his waist against so that he cannot escape.
"You let him go, he has nothing to with this. He is just a kid!" I scream out to Mr. Bailey.
"He has as much to do with this, you told him everything so yeah he is quite involve. But if you want him to live you will do whatever I say. Got it?" he says while grabbing a gun out of his pocket and puts it up against a half-conscious Wesley.
"Please don't! I will do whatever you say, just please don't kill him!" I plead and scream out at the top of my lungs. Mr. Bailey sets the gun on a table, just a few feet from us and takes off his belt and unlocks the chain from my ankle. What have I got myself into!?!
"Good Girl. Now take off your shirt and yoga pants!" he exclaims and I do what he says. I have to in order to save Wesley's life. Once they are all off I sit back down and he takes off his shirt, black pants and his black suede shoes. He sits down next to me and he whispers in my ear, "get up and dance for me and Wesley."
My whole body shakes and I gulp listening to what he just said to me. I get up and stand in front of him. I slowly start dancing and gets up and grips his arms around my petite waist. I keep doing what he says and let him do what he wants. He kisses the top of my head, then my cheek, moves down to my neck, and then he sits down turns me around and starts kissing my flat and bruised stomach.
He grabs me, turns around and lays me back on the bed, puts the chain back on my ankle and gets back on top of me. I see that Wesley is grunting and moving a bit. He is purely and beyond pissed at this point. I wish I could do something, but if I try anything Wesley is as good as dead and it will be my fault. Mr. Bailey keeps on kissing my neck and then he sits up and slowly takes off my sports bra revealing my bare breasts. I cover them with my arms, which makes him a bit upset.
"Don't do that. They are pure gifts that should be treasured." He says while pulling my arms apart and squeezing them with his hand. I let out a small moan and screams. I try to keep it in before I felt him put his mouth onto my soft, pink nipples. I keep it in some more before I let out a few more moans.
"You like that, don't you? Say that you do and call me daddy" he whispers with a sinister look on his face.
"Y-yes, I do Daddy" I reply stuttering a little bit. I feel a few warm tears fall down my cheek and onto my soft breast.
"Awh, don't cry my princess" he says while licking them away with his tongue. I want to get out of here before it gets any worse than this!!
He pushes me down and starts kissing parts of my body until he got down lower to my legs. I try to keep them close until he took one of his hands and pushes it away and starts kissing my leg, getting lower and lower. I can't take this anymore!!
"Let's keep this show going, shall we?" he says while ripping off my underwear revealing everything. I see that Wesley is trying to look away but can't since Mr. Bailey is forcing him to watch. I need to get him out of here!!
He picks me up and moves me slowly back up to the pillows before doing what he did to me that one night ago. He takes off his boxers and he inserts it inside me without even putting on a condom. I let out a small scream until he puts his hand across my mouth muffling them out. He moves himself around alot and keeps on moaning. I can hear Wesley screaming out at the top of his lungs.
"STOP IT!!"
"SHE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS!!"
"LET HER GO!!"
He just keeps on screaming and Mr. Bailey is not listening to him. He releases himself from me and turns me over and slaps my butt making it red. And then insert himself inside of me, once again. This time I let out screams so loud that I could lose my voice at this point. He grips his hands around my waist and thrusts harder and harder. He then releases again and lets it all out, in my mouth. I spit and cough and lay back down and cry it all out.
Charles puts his clothes back on and tosses my clothes next to me. He unchains me and I slowly get up and put all of my clothes back on and keep on crying. He gets up behind me again and whispers something in my ear that I will never forget. "Tell anyone and I will kill you and your friend here. Got it?" I nod and he pushes me against Wesley.
I untie him and we both leave the cabin, not saying a word about this to anyone.
***
Three weeks has passed since that incident. Wesley and I haven't said anything to anyone and I have been feeling quite sick the last few days. One day, everything changed for the worse.
"I don't feel so good." I murmur while getting up from my seat in Chemistry class and run out the door, towards the bathroom. I open up one of the doors, lock it and sit back down puking my guts out. A few seconds later I hear someone rush into the bathroom and stand by my door.
"Are you okay Kinsley?" I hear someone say. It is Wes, I know that voice from anywhere.
I get up, open the door and see that he is holding something I am afraid to take. A pregnancy test.
"H-How did you-?" I start to say before he gently grabs one of my hands and set it in the palm of that hand.
"Just try, okay?" he asks me taking a few steps back. I close the door yet again and take the test.
Wesley paces around the room and I am just sitting down on the cold hard floor with my arms wrapped around my legs. I bury my head into my legs and start crying. I can't be pregnant, I just can't!! This is the one test that I hope that I fail.
"Time's up" Wes says to me. I get up, wipe away my tears and pick up the test and turn it over to see the results.
"No, No!! It can't be!!" I exclaim while tossing it against the wall and burying myself into Wesley's arms. I think he has figured out what the result is by now. He wraps his arms around me and we both sit down slowly while I keep on crying into his chest and he keeps on comforting me, letting a few tears of his own slide down his cheek and onto my head. I can't believe this is happening!! I wish it wasn't true. I'm pregnant.
..With my rapist's child, Mr. Charles Bailey.
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