When you got home, you were wondering how this was all going to go down. It felt strange to be doing this after four years of the abuse. How could you be conspiring against him when, really, he did give you a home to stay in it. At least he wasn't your REAL dad. But then you remembered Alex's words from earlier."Don't worry about the rest, ___. We'll do it, you just stay back, okay? It doesn't matter if he is your foster dad or if he's your real dad. You don't need to be raped."
Smiling, you headed up the stairs to your bedroom. Finally, someone told you the words that you've wanted to hear forever. That you didn't deserve to be raped. Of course not. No one does.
That's when your thoughts were messed up by someone forcing you into a dark room. Was it your dad? It has to be. He's the only one in the house and LOVES these kinky dark rape games. Especially if he's hit the vodka hard.
Usually, you didn't fight. But today, you had to. It was the only thing to do. You couldn't just let Alex's family take care of you. You had to take care of yourself, too. No matter what. "No! No! Stop it! Not again! Please! Stop it!" You began to kick and punch him, trying to shoo him away.
"Ow! God, ___. It's just me."
You recognized the voice, instantly, as Erik's. What the hell was he doing in your house? That was odd. Did he sneak in? What if her dad had caught him while he was drunk?! He would've been killed!!
"Erik? What are you doing here?" You found the nearest light switch and saw Erik--beautiful, sweet Erik--holding his arm from where you'd hit him. "Are you okay?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Don't worry about it." He smiled at first, but when he saw a fresh bruise on your neck he frowned. "What's that from?"
You simply shrugged, not wanting to tell him. "I probably hit my neck on the bed last night."
He nodded, considering.
"What are you doing here?" you asked, confused.
He sighed. "___. I couldn't just let things between us end the way they did. I was a jerk, I know. So, I thought I'd surprise you--" he cut off, eyes glazing over. "Wait a minute..."
Suddenly, you had this uneasy feeling. "What?"
He looked at you, brushing your hair away from the bruise on your neck. "When I dragged you in here, you did think I was going to rape you, right?"
You nodded, looking down.
"And you said again. ___ are you being raped?"
You didn't say anything, just went to the door and opened it. "Erik. I think you should leave before you get hurt."
He shook his head. "No. Was I right, ___? Are you being raped?"
You shook your head. "Erik. Please don't--"
"Don't what? Don't make you admit it? ___. You are being raped. Now just tell me so I can do something about it."
You saw your door open, and then felt your cell phone vibrate. You looked down at the number. Alex texted you.
Alex: __ you are on. He's at your house. Now come up with something. There are agents outside.
You looked around, trying to come up with something. Then, sadly, you figured it out. But you were going to hate yourself later for it.
"___?" Erik pressed, grabbing your wrist.
"Yes, Erik! Yes! You're right! My foster dad is raping me! There. I said it. And that's what this bruise is from, too. Okay? You were right!" You yelled loud enough so your dad would hear you, knowing that he was going to be drunk and furious.
Erik's eyes looked down at you, sad. He wrapped you up in an embrace, kissing your forehead. "I'm so sorry, ___. I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do for you? I can't just leave knowing--"
"YOU LITTLE WHORE!!" The scream echoed behind the door slamming open. He pulled you out of Erik's arms, shoving you up against the wall hard. "How dare you! I told you not to tell anyone! That I'd get over it in my own time! You lied to me you little bitch!" He had you pinned up, holding your wrist and spitting into your face.
You were shaking your head, hoping that Alex would get there soon. You couldn't hold on for much longer.
"You promised me you wouldn't tell anyone! You lied!" He yelled, making you take in the smell of his alcohol-filled breath.
You shook your head. "Stop it! Please! Ow!" You said after he slapped you.
"No!" Erik yelled, grabbing your dad and pushing him off of you. "Stay away from ___!" He knelt down to you. "___. Are you okay?"
You nodded, then your eyes widened, seeing your dad stand up and go after Erik. You pushed Erik out of the way, so your dad's fists hit you in the face instead. You cried out in pain, your cell phone flying out of your hands and landing next to Erik. You looked at him and mouthed "Call Alex."
"Dammit, ___! You got in the way! That was all your own fault!" He knelt down to you, shaking you. "I thought we were happy with the way things were! I thought you didn't mind! Why did you complicate our life with this boy? Now everything changes!"
You looked to Erik, saw that the phone was at his ears. You yelled, "Alex! Now!"
That's when the door downstairs burst open and footsteps echoed on the stairs. Several police officers surrounded your dad, guns aimed at him. He looked at you, hurt. "You did this?"
You nodded. "With help."
He shook his head. "I hope you burn in hell." Then he stood up, arms over his head, going along with whatever the cops said.
Erik helped you up. "___, are you okay?"
You nodded, then smiled when you saw Alex. "Hey."
"Hey, ___. Ouch! Are you okay?" Alex said, walking over to you, spotting the blood that was running down your nose and the corner of your eye.
You nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. No worries."
He sighed. "I still want the paramedics to take a look at, okay?"
You smiled, nodding.
He smiled, then looked at Erik. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh. Yeah. Alex this is Erik. He's the one who called you."
Alex offered his hand to Erik, but Erik simply looked at him suspiciously. "__? Who is he?"
You sighed. "Well, Alex is the one who made this all possible. He goes to NorthStar prep."
He nodded. "Oh yeah. Vodka kid."
Alex chuckled. "Yeah, that's me. I was grounded for a month that." He winked at me.
I smiled, then looked to Erik. "He's also the one who I'll be living with."
Erik's attention snapped back to me, eyes wide.
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