An alternate story to my story: What Do You Want From Me. Contains rape, suicidal acts and thoughts, blood, and violence. You've been warned.
"Why do I have to watch her?" asked Clementine glaring at Carlos. She had just been told to watch after Sarah while Carlos and Rebecca went looking for the others. "Besides we should be coming with you!"
"It's not safe." said Carlos. "And we need someone to watch the house in case one of the others come back. Can you just do that for me?"
"Okay. I'll watch her." sighed Clementine, agreeing as she didn't have much of a choice in the matter.
It wasn't that the young girl didn't like the older girl. She was rather fond of Sarah, even if she was a bit of a daddy's girl. Although to be honest, she was one too so she really couldn't talk. However there was the fact that first off Sarah should be watching her, not the other way around. Sarah wasn't stupid. She was pretty smart and pretty aware of the situation she was in. Carlos chose to shield her from the world instead of getting her prepared for if the day came to handle herself. Clementine could only hope Sarah was lucky enough to not have to come to the point where she'd be without Carlos or at least by herself. She highly doubted the girl even knew how to use a gun let alone defend herself. Maybe it was a good thing she had shown up when she did, if only through different circumstances. Maybe she could find a gun somewhere though she highly doubted Sarah knew where one was.
Clementine headed upstairs to find the young woman. She opened up the room door only to met by a flash, scaring her. "Ah!"
"Look what I found!" said Sarah cheerfully as she held up a camera. "See?"
She showed the younger girl her picture. "Where'd you find that?"
"Under the house." said Sarah as the photo cleared up to reveal an image of Clementine walking into the room.
"That's nice I guess." she shrugged putting away the photo.
"Take one of me." said Sarah handing over the camera.
"Alright, smile." said Clementine. Sarah smiled for the camera and she snapped a picture of the teen. Sarah took a look at the picture.
"Perfect. I'm going to show my dad."
"Actually you're going to have to wait." said Clementine grabbing her arm. "Your dad isn't here."
"Where is he?" asked Sarah looking concerned. "Did something happen?"
"Pete got bit." confessed the younger girl. Sarah needed to know the truth even if Carlos didn't want her to. Sarah had brief moment of sadness before asking Clementine if she'd like to see what'd else she'd found. To her surprise, Sarah pulled out an actual gun.
"Could you show me how to use it? It doesn't have any bullets in it, but I can still learn."
"Where'd you find that?" Clementine said excitedly. Of course guns were not a good thing to be excited about, but with nothing to defend themselves it was appropriate in this case. She remembered a walker coming into the house back in Savannah. It could happen again.
"Under the house."
"Do you go under there often?"
"Sometimes." she shrugged as she aimed with the gun. "My dad won't teach me how. I wanted to ask Luke, but I know he'd just ask my dad and he'd get mad and say no."
"True, but you do need to learn. I'll teach you." said Clementine. She was glad that Lee had taught her how to shoot a gun. Without that knowledge, she probably would have been dead by now. With a world full of evil people and walkers, it helped to know how to kill walkers these days and obviously Sarah wasn't going to learn with that overprotective father of her's. She was glad Lee was usually truthful with her or at least know a little bit about their situation. At least if she was protected like Sarah, it would be normal behavior towards people her age. Sarah was 15, not 8 or even 6.
Clementine then proceeded to teach Sarah how to aim and taught her the same thing Lee had. She wished they had bullets to practice with. Hopefully Sarah wouldn't make the mistake of telling her father anything. She knew the man wouldn't like that idea, even if it would save her life someday.
Sarah peeked outside. "Hey, Luke's back."
Clementine headed downstairs with her. As she went downstairs, she saw a figure by the window. It by a little too fast for her to be sure it was him. Somewhere in her body she had a suspicion it wasn't Luke. Sarah confirmed her suspicion when she whispered to her it wasn't him or anybody else. Clementine wasn't sure what to do. She didn't want to approach the visibly unlocked door and Sarah didn't either. She turned to the older girl.
"Quick go hide. I'm going to lock the door." said Clementine. She nodded and quickly ran off to hide. Taking a deep breath, the younger girl slowly moved to the door, silently praying the man wouldn't try the handle or hear her. Did they seriously not think to keep the door locked? Lee always made sure their rooms were locked just in case someone might want to come in. She reached out to lock it when the door opened revealing a handsome dark haired young man at the door. He was tall, like Luke was similarly built like him which might explain why Sarah thought he was the man. He had dark hair, green eyes, and had a gentle smile on his face.
"Hey there little girl." He said smiling at her.
"You shouldn't just open doors in someone's house like that." said Clementine. "You might just walk in with a gun in your face."
"You're being a bit rude to someone who just wanted to say hello." he scowled at the little girl. Something about that look he gave her terrified her, but she stood her ground.
"And you just opened my door. What's your point?" she said crossing her arms.
He just pushed past her, going into the living room. He had a look around. "Nice place you got here."
"Yes it is. Now could you..."
"Mind if I have a look around?" he said turning to her. "I just want to make sure a cute little girl such as yourself is safe."
"Yes I do mind. You shouldn't be here!" said Clementine standing back in front of him.
"And neither should my gun around a kid, but you never know these days." he said showing off his gun to the young girl. She mentally cursed Carlos for not leaving a gun behind for her and Sarah and for not locking the door. He put it back in his pocket and looked around in the living room. "You here with anybody?"
"Yes, we have a big group and they'll be back soon." said Clementine.
"Oh and how many are there?" he smirked at her.
"Lots." said Clementine.
"Lots, huh?"
"Dozens!" she felt a bit ashamed that she had been unable to come up with a specific number. Then again she was just a child alone with a stranger that could harm her. So far most of the strangers she's met were no good with a few exceptions. She just hoped he would leave soon and if he did come back, the others would be here too.
"I see." He walked into the kitchen with Clementine behind him. He had a look around. "Lot of dirty dishes here."
"It was my turn today. I'll get to it eventually." said Clementine leaning on a counter. She noticed a knife laying not too far away from her. If she could only grab it, maybe she could stab him and run upstairs. Hopefully she could find a way down from the house and hide until Luke and the others arrived.
"Well you'd better get to it then, shouldn't you?" he said leaning against the kitchen counter near the knife."I'd hate for you to get in trouble."
He suddenly moved, grabbing the knife. Had he noticed her looking at it? He showed it to her, gently smiling at her once more "Where does this go?"
"Uh o-over there." she didn't like the way he was looking at her with those piercing green eyes of his. It was as if he was saying to her that she wasn't being as sneaky as she thought. He put it away.
"I think we're done here." he said walking outside of the kitchen.
'Finally.' thought Clementine breathing in relief.
Just as it seemed he was leaving, they heard the sound of something that sounded like a door. Clementine felt her heart speed up when he looked at her. "'I thought no one was here."
"I-I never..." she stammered looking nervous. If only Sarah had stayed still! Maybe she had moved to a much better spot and then he wouldn't find her and then he'd leave like he just was.
"So there is?"
"N-no! It's just me!" she insisted.
He narrowed his eyes at her and pulled out a gun before heading upstairs. Clementine quickly followed after him. They peaked into every room until they went into Sarah's room. He gave a look around the room before stopping and looking under the bed. Clementine felt her heart drop when she heard Sarah give a squeak of surprise.
"Now who is this pretty young thing?" asked the man.
"I-I'm Sarah. Please don't hurt us!" said Sarah terrified after getting from underneath the bed.
"I'm not going to hurt you." he said in a calm voice, in analmost cooing manner. "You're much too pretty."
He caressed Sarah's cheek, with the teen's eyes growing wide-eyed at him. He smiled at her. "You have wonderful skin, Sarah. I'll bet you make all the girls in your group jealous."
"You need to leave!" said Clementine not liking the way he was touching Sarah. This guy was up to no good. Where were they? She mentally cursed Carlos and Rebecca for leaving them alone in the house! She had told them it would be better for them to come and now they had some strange man in their house!
"I don't think so." said the man pulling away from Sarah. "I can't just leave the two of you alone. It wouldn't be right."
"W-what do you mean?" said Sarah looking nervous.
"I'm taking you both with me."
"What?" said Sarah.
"If your group is too irresponsible to leave two young girls behind without anything to defend themselves, you really shouldn't be here." said the man.
"We're not coming with you!" said Sarah bravely. When he looked at her with a blank expression, she quickly said, "My dad wouldn't like it and we don't even know you."
"You make a good point, but I'm not giving either of you a choice." he said pulling out his gun. Sarah looked terrified and tried to run, but he grabbed her by her hair, pulled her back, and pressed the gun to her head. "Try that again and I'll kill you. Got it?"
"Yes!" said Sarah.
With his gun to them, he grabbed the younger girl by her wrist and dragged her behind him while pointing a gun at Sarah. Both hoped Luke, Alvin, Carlos, or anybody would come along and see this. However the only witnesses were a few walkers in the distance and themselves. Clementine was scared. What if it was like the time with the St. Johns and he was a cannibal or something? She looked at Sarah. She couldn't see the girl's face, but she knew she was probably crying. Clementine couldn't blame her. She was being taken away from the only people she'd ever known as well as her dad. She wanted to cry too, but was too afraid to. Where was he taking them she wondered. Where ever it was, it terrified her at all the possibilities.
They continued walking far from the house into the woods. Clementine wanted nothing more than to run away, but with the man's tiger-like grip she wasn't going anywhere. Even if she had pulled away, he had a gun and he was much bigger than her. He'd bring her down quickly using either his strength or a bullet. He finally stopped after about an hour and told them to sit down on a log. Once both sat down, he got behind them, put socks over their hands, wrapped ropes around their wrists, and tied it to a tree.
"I'll be back. Scream and it'll be worse for both of you." he then turned and left. Clementine looked up at Sarah's terrified face. She was crying and sniffling. Clementine wanted to reassure everything was going to be okay, but she couldn't find the heart to. Nothing was okay. She hated to be so pessimistic about it, but she couldn't lie to herself let alone Sarah. Nothing could end up being okay in this scenario.
"Don't cry, Sarah." whispered Clementine. "I'm still here."
"I want my dad."
"I know. I don't want to be here either." she held back the urge to say she wanted her's too. Unlike Sarah, she had no one left as far as she knew. Her parents were long dead, likely still roaming Savannah as walkers, Kenny was nowhere to be found, Omid was dead, Lee was dead, and Christa...even if Christa had grown distant from her after Omid's death, the two still cared for each other. She hoped the older woman was still alive and safe somewhere even if they had gotten seperated.
"What's he going to do with us?" she whispered.
"I-I-I don't know!" whispered back Clementine. "It's not good and he just left us here...do you think he's going to hurt us?"
"I hope not." said Sarah looking around frantically for her father or anybody really. She had seen far too many horror movies and read about too many real horror stories to know where this could be headed and just thinking about it scare her more and more by the second.
Clementine looked around. There weren't any walkers around thankfully, but there was no site of him.
"Do you see him?" asked Clementine.
"No." she said looking in the direction he had walked off to. "I hope he doesn't come back. We have to go back."
"I know, but I can't grab at anything with these socks over our hands." said Clementine.
"I can't either. I'm scared."
"Me too." she confessed.
Just then they saw him coming back and their conversation ended there. He gestured for them to stand up. When they stood up, he told them where to walk after untying the rope from the tree. They continued walking until they came to the river where there was a green tent there with an old bearded man sitting outside of it. It looked like he was trying to carve something with a knife and a piece of wood. He looked up at them.
"I see you got 'em." said the old man adjusting his cowboy hat. "My Rebecca, you sure got short."
"Very funny, Keith." said the younger man. "She wasn't there."
"So you snagged this one instead? Carver's gonna be pissed." he said shaking his head and continued whittling his wood.
"I can't help the bitch wasn't there." said the young man putting out a couple of fold-out chairs out of the tent, the back of them facing the river. "Sit over here. Besides she left with the doctor. I wasn't just going to grab her right then and there."
"Better than nothing I suppose." said Keith.
The younger man went back inside the tent leaving the three outside. Clementine studied her surroundings. They were far down the river, making Clementine wonder just how far they were from where they were with where they were. From what she could tell, they were downriver. If they went straight upwards, maybe they could find the location where she had been before with Nick and Pete. Clementine wanted to start running, she quickly shut that idea down when she saw that Keith had a shotgun right next to him. Okay so no running unless they felt like dying. She wanted to ask what they were going to do to them, but Sarah beat her to it.
"What are you going to do to us?" asked Sarah.
"Nothing." said Keith. "He'll kill me if I do."
"Our group'll be mad if you don't let us go." said Clementine.
"I suppose they will be." he shrugged. "Not like I care though. Nothing they can do about it now though."
"Please let us go." said Sarah. "We didn't even do anything!"
"Maybe she didn't do anything," said Keith nodding over to Clementine. "But you young lady, you did do something."
"What did she do?" the younger girl asked. Sarah was harmless. What could she have done to warrant a kidnapping?
"She ran from our boss." said Keith. "She and Rebecca and the rest of 'em. Granted the rest of 'em aren't needed except the doctor."
"Then why grab me? I didn't do anything!" said Clementine.
"Ask Emmett. I was wondering the same thing. He'd been better off killing you or leaving you behind. Now no more talking. I'm trying to concentrate."
The two girls spoke no more, with Clementine trying to find an escape route. He seemed into his wood work, although that wouldn't mean he wouldn't hear her when she tried sneaking away. Even if she could sneak without being seen or heard, would she seriously leave behind Sarah? It felt wrong leaving her behind after Sarah had been nothing but nice to her. Besides, there was no way to communicate with her without being heard.
Emmett came back after a few hours and sat down beside the old man. "What'd you find out?"
"They made it back. They're looking for them now from the looks of it." said Emmett. "We should think about getting a move on."
"Already? We've only been here a week..."
"If you want to get shot, that's your business." said Emmett. "We were only here to get Sarah and Rebecca, not so you could go on vacation. Get your shit together and come on."
"Fine." he sighed and got up. The two men packed up and then told the girls to start walking. The four traveled onward, the girls held at gun point. They traveled into the night, much longer than the two of them were used to. Clementine and Sarah were getting tired and they asked to stop, but they were forced to keep going.
It finally got dark a couple of hours later and they were told they could stop once they got to a small shed. Emmett unlocked the shed and opened it. He held up his lantern and gestured for them to go in. He stepped in after them and placed the lantern on a hook hanging down from the ceilings. The shed held a single mattress inside.
"Alright. Take your clothes off, Sarah." said Emmett.
Sarah opened her mouth to refuse, but quickly shut it once he pointed his gun at her. Sarah hesitated to take off her clothes, but did so only because she was being threatened at gunpoint. She was embarrassed to be taking off her clothes in front of two men. If it was just Clementine, it'd be one thing. Sarah was relieved she was wearing a bra and underwear. Emmett looked her over with approving eyes before telling her to get on the bed.
"You get in there too, kid." said Emmett. Clementine got in beside the older girl, glad they hadn't made her take off her clothes. Why he only made Sarah, she had no clue. She could tell she how embarrassed Sarah was by her body language. She was sitting with her legs to her chest, blushing and shifting on the bed. She looked scared.
After shutting the shed doors, Keith got in beside Clementine on the other side while Emmett reached up and turned off the lantern. The sounds of clothes being taken off soon after and whispering. Clementine could feel Sarah shift on the bed and move away from her. Not even a minute later and she heard Emmett cursing and someone move off the mattress rather fast. The doors opened and Clementine could see Sarah running out into the woods. From the moon light, she could see Emmett putting on his clothes.
"What the hell's goin' on?" asked Keith.
"The little bitch bit me on my ear!" exclaimed Emmett.
"I told you that you should have waited." said Keith laughing.
"Just watch her while I go get her." Emmett said grabbing the gun.
"Don't hurt her!" said Clementine. She started to get up when Keith pulled her back, telling her it was for her own good and to stay put.
Emmett ignored her and took off in the direction where the teen had run off. Clementine wondered if Sarah was going to be okay. Neither of them knew where they were and they were pretty far from the cabin as far as they both knew. Maybe Sarah would be able to track back to where they were before and remember her way back to the cabin. At least that's what Clementine hoped even if it was a shot in the dark, almost literally. What had Emmett been doing to her to make her bite him? Well besides the obvious. Clementine found it hard to sleep, her mind being on everything at once. Was Sarah okay or had Emmett killed her or harmed her? Where were these people taking them? She remembered the name Carver being brought up, a name used by the others. The cabin group seemed wary of the man, especially seeing the bodies at the river the other day. From what she could tell, Carver wasn't someone she wanted to meet, especially seeing as these people forced them from the cabin. She could only imagine the amount of worrying going on back there. Carlos was probably ballistic about the whole thing. She remembered overhearing them accuse her of working for Carver or at least might be. Anybody who did believe this probably strengthened their belief she did especially since she was gone too. However she wasn't. She didn't know who Carver was. She only had a vague idea given what the group said and implied about him. Clementine wished Sarah was there so she could ask. Even if she was here, she most likely wouldn't have a private moment with the teen. She sighed and closed her eyes. Please let Sarah be okay or at least get back to the others, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.
Clementine woke with a start once she heard something outside of the shed. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. Was it walkers? She looked over the man beside her, barely able to make him out with the moon light shining through the cracks of the door. His back was to her and from his breathing he was fast asleep. She slowly moved off the mattress, praying that her moments wouldn't wake him. She managed to get off of it and slowly creep towards the door. She cracked it open and peeked outside. She saw walker eating some poor creature not too far from where she was. She thought about making a break for it and running. She looked back and saw the gun Emmett had before. She could just shoot him and avoid dealing with him. Lee did say to shoot those who meant her harm.
Clementine waited for the bullet to burst out the gun, but nothing happened. No matter how many times she pulled the trigger, it wouldn't do anything. It wasn't loaded? She tossed it back where it came from. So the gun was only used to threaten them. She wished she had known that earlier. Maybe then things may have turned out differently. Maybe. She wasn't too sure. She wondered if the shotgun wasn't loaded either, but she wasn't about to find out. She suddenly heard another noise outside that sounded like someone coming their way. She peeked outside and saw Emmett. She quickly laid back down and pretended to sleep, making sure to adjust her breathing. Duck had taught her how to do this back when the two of them would have little sleepovers and then once the grown-ups thought they were sleeping, they'd sneak off and do other things. Emmett was cursing underneath his breath as he unloaded his gun, placed his things away, and laid down on the mattress.
Sarah had escaped him? Clementine was both relieved and jealous. If not for Keith, she would have run after her or at least run off in a different direction and hope her and Sarah met up. Clementine worried for her. She had escaped from Emmett, but there were still walkers about and no telling who else out there. She was half naked, scared, and lonely out there. She hoped she was alright where ever she was. Clementine went back to sleep, although it took awhile with all of her worrying. The next morning, Emmett told her to wake up and to place her hands behind her back. She had her hands tied up and the three set off again.
"Did you find the girl?" asked Keith.
"Yep."
"Where is she? What did you do to her?" said Clementine. If they hurt her...
"You'll see." said Emmett.
Clementine glared at him. What had he done to her? She wanted to kill him. After a while they came across some walkers. All of the were hitting at a large sack bag hanging down from one of the upper stronger branches on the tree. If the walkers were more intelligent and were able to, they would have jumped on it thus weighing down the large sack and get whatever was inside of it. Clementine stared wide-eyed at it as she heard familiar sobbing from inside of it. Emmett took out his gun from before and shot at the walkers, killing all of them. He untied the rope from the tree and Sarah fell. The teenager was still in her underwear with a black sack over her head and her feet and hands were tied. She had cuts, scratches, and a few bruises on her arms and legs. The cuts and scratches most likely came from the forest's various greenery, but the bruises came from Emmett.
Sarah screamed and Emmett slapped her. "Shut up unless you really want a walker ripping you open."
"Leave her alone!" said Clementine. "She's only scared because of you!"
Emmett pulled Sarah off the ground and handed the teenager her clothes after untying her. She managed to put on her clothes on her own, although she couldn't do it with out crying and dropping her clothes, too scarred by being dangled over hungry walkers. Clementine would have been scarred for life too if that had been her. After she was dressed, they kept going with the sack still over her head. They ended up traveling for a week, doing more walking than stopping. Emmett hadn't tried doing whatever he did again with Sarah and the two men took turns looking out when the group stopped to allow the girls to pee and sleep.
When they had settle down for another night, Clementine and Sarah laid down in the tent. Unlike the past nights, Keith and Emmett stayed outside, giving the two girls some privacy. Sarah was quietly crying while the younger girl debated on talking with her. She sat up and leaned towards the older girl and brushing her hair out of her face. Sarah flinched, but let Clementine hug her. Whenever she was upset, a hug always helped a little. The two girls stayed holding each other, while Sarah cried and Clementine started crying a little too, scared forboth of them.
"Sarah, did he hurt you?" Clementine finally asked in a whisper.
"Y-yes." she whispered back. "He tried to rape me."
"What's that?" said Clementine.
"It's when..." Sarah paused. She wasn't sure what to say to her about the subject. She was fairly young and wouldn't know anything about that kind of thing. "It's when someone wants to uh do something to your privates without your permission."
"My mom and dad told me no one should touch down there except a doctor and myself." She also remembered her parents telling her that if such a thing happened to tell her parents, an authority figure like a police officer or teacher, or some other adult they trusted. In this case, there was no one to tell. Sarah had fought back from the looks of it which was what her parents had told her to do in the situation. Tell them no, scream, kick, fight, and get as far away as she could. Looks like Sarah didn't get that far.
"Mine too." she looked uncomfortable, remembering him touching her. "I thought he was going to kill me when he caught me."
"How'd you get caught?"
"I got caught in a thorn bush. I couldn't see where I was going and I tripped and fell."
"That sounds like it hurt."
"It did." she said rubbing her arm. "He freed me and I tried to get away. Then he started slamming against a tree before he tied me up and dangled me over walkers. He said if bite him again or fought back, he's going to kill us."
"He's not going to get that chance." said Clementine. She didn't know how, but she wasn't going to let him hurt Sarah or her. How though? Clementine moved away from Sarah and peeked outside. Emmett was poking at the fire while Keith was in some nearby bushes, probably peeing. Clementine wished she had her knife or some scissors. If she had either, she could cut the back of the tent and the two could sneak out.
"Sarah, do you have anything sharp in your pockets?"
"No." she shook her head. "What were you going to do?"
Clementine made a scissoring motion with her fingers and pointed at the back. If only her knife hadn't broken. Then again even if she still had them on her, she was sure it would cause too much noise anyways.
"Oh. I wish I still had those safety ones dad gave me I wish dad would find us."
"Me too." Then Emmett called for Sarah. Sarah sent the younger girl a frightened look, not wanting to go to him. She started shifting to the back of the tent to get away. She didn't have much of a choice as Emmett came and grabbed her. Sarah kicked and punched him, accidentally hitting Clementine in the process as she swung her arms. She put up quite a fight against him, not even pausing when she accidentally hit Clementine in the stomach. Clementine attempted to do something, but Sarah was in the way. Just when she attempted to attack him, Sarah or Emmett's arm or legs would fly out and hit her
"Let me go!" she shouted as her foot flew out and kicked him right in the crotch. Emmett fell over to the side, groaning in pain. Sarah took off running. Clementine, who was on the ground holding her stomach from Sarah knocking the wind out of her, tried going after her only to have her leg grabbed.
"You little brat!" He growled. She kicked him in the face and scrambled away when he left go. She wasn't sure if she broke his nose or what. Whatever the case, he let go and that left her the chance to run. As soon as got out of the tent, the older man had Sarah by her arm, dragging her away from the forest.
"Don't you move, girl," he demanded. Clementine didn't move as the man had a gun in hand. If he hadn't, she would have taken off running or attacked him somehow. Emmett, holding his blooded nose, grabbed her by her neck. "You really let two little girls beat you up?"
"Shut the hell up," he snapped. "I think the little shit broke my fucking nose! I'm going to teach these little shits a lesson."
"No, please!" Sarah shouted as she could.
"Quiet you!" hissed the old man. "You're going to attract walkers!"
"Bring them over to the fire," Emmett said tightening his grip on her neck. "Since she open her mouth, let's see if she knows how to use it."
Sarah's eyes widened in horror and tried to pull away, but he was much stronger than Emmett was. He pressed the gun to her head which stopped all movement. She could only sob as she and the younger female were shoved forward.
Sarah felt sick to her stomach as she wiped her mouth inside of the tent. She felt like vomiting at what she had just done. They had just made her do that to Clementine of all people. The younger girl just looked confused and uncomfortable at the entire time. Clementine didn't understand while Sarah did. She felt ill to even look at Clementine. To make things worse, they asked if she liked it. No she didn't like it! It was disgusting and she hated both of them for making her do that. She hoped her father, anybody, would find the two and kill them.
"You didn't hurt me or anything." said Clementine. "It just felt strange. Why'd they make you do that?"
"I don't know. I don't want to do it again." said Sarah wiping her eyes. "They might make us do something else."
"Like what?"
Sarah didn't say another word not wanting to think about it again. She only could only curl up into a ball and sob. Clementine in the meantime wasn't sure how to feel about what just happened.
The next morning, they set out again. Emmett said they were getting closer to their destination and they needed to step on it if they wanted to make it before the others somehow found them. They had been taking a longer route, making sure to be careful not to run into the group they had taken the girls from. Keith figured that the group wasn't going to leave the cabin for too long and just search the nearby area before moving, but Emmett wanted to be sure by constantly moving. Sarah was in too much pain to be moving, but she knew they didn't care. They were the one who had done it to her after all.
"And you still haven't done anything with her yet. Didn't he tell you to break her in?"
"How the hell am I supposed to when you won't help?" growled the younger man.
"You never asked." he shrugged.
"I shouldn't have to, asshole." he shoved the older man although somewhat playfully. "I think you enjoy watching me struggle handling these two...well her at least."
"We're nearly to Howe's so I suggest you hurry this along." said Keith.
"You got the stuff right?" asked Emmett.
"Of course I do." said Keith.
Once the sun started to start setting, Emmett set up the tent while Keith watched the two girls. Once it was set up, Sarah was ordered to take her clothes off. "Please don't..."
Clementine sat outside with Keith and could hear everything going inside of the tent. She didn't know what was going on inside, but it was scaring her. There were blood curdling screams from inside giving the girl chills up and down her spine. Eventually they stopped altogether at some point though one could still hear a few grunts here and there and muffled crying. Clementine had never felt so angry in her life. She had wanted to try to get in and help Sarah when she heard the older girl crying out for help and telling him to stop. If Keith wasn't here, she'd go right in there and stab him. When Emmett come out with a satisfied look on his face, she glared at him. The moment she got the chance, she was killing him.
Sarah cried even harder feeling dirty about what just happened. She winced as she cleaned herself. She'd be sore for a while down there. Sarah didn't understand why he hurt her. What did she do to ever deserve this? She bit her lip as she attempted to clean herself up with the towel he threw at her face. Clementine tried telling them both off, but of course her mouth was stuffed with a sock in her mouth. Both men ignored her as they moved onto a different subject. Clementine looked over towards the tent where she could hear Sarah softly crying. It sounded a bit muffled, but she could still make it out. She wanted to go inside and comfort the teen, but she couldn't. She wondered what the bastards did to her. After a while, she was untied from the chair and had her hands tied behind her back. Keith walked her to the tent and shined the flashlight inside. Inside Sarah was naked with only her bra on. From the looks of it, she'd cried herself to sleep. Nearby was a blood stained towel. Clementine's eyes widened in horror. What did he do to her? Keith picked up the towel and told Clementine to lay down as he turned around and called for the raven haired man to clean his messes up, referring to the towel.
Clementine wanted to just hold the teenager, like her mother used to hold her whenever she was sad, scared, or hurt which Sarah was. From the fire's light shining in she couldn't see anything wrong with her. Was it his blood or Sarah's? Either way, he had hurt her in some form or way. She wouldn't be crying out for him to stop if it wasn't the case. These people were going to pay, but how? They couldn't depend on the group saving them. They were on their own now. There was no telling where they were anyhow and there especially wasn't any way they could communicate. She vowed that she was going to have her revenge no matter what.
Sarah when woke up, she found a sharp pain in her lower regions, reminding her that last night wasn't a nightmare like she thought it was. She found that the younger girl wasn't with her. Clementine had been taken off somewhere. If she was outside, she wouldn't know for sure. She hadn't heard when they left. Maybe they further in the woods to look for supplies or just went away for a while or if they hadn't left at all and were nearby. What if Clementine was next? She tried to get up but found herself in the arms of Emmett, holding her against his chest. She started to wiggle away only to pulled back.
"Where do you think you're going, Sarah?" he asked sleepily. She didn't answer, terrified. "Stop shaking so much. I haven't beat you yet, have I?"
Sarah would have scoffed if she wasn't so afraid of him. He forced her to give oral sex to Clementine, raped her, attempted to rape her in the past, and the list went on. His only credit was that he hadn't beat her unconscious. Congratulations, jerk was something Sarah wanted to say. She wanted to punch him in his stupid face and for her dad to make sure he wouldn't do it again. Her mind drifted off to the others. Her dad had to be worried sick about about her. She kinda of wished she had her cellphone. There was nobody to call anyways for help. She knew the others were looking, speaking words of comfort to the man, telling him they'd find the lost girls. Would they though? She had a bit of hope they would, but even then the damage was already done. All she wanted was him to leave her alone and let her go back with her father. She wanted to go home.
"You smell nice."
'Shut up and leave me alone.' she snapped in her thoughts. "L-leave me alone."
"You've stopped bleeding." he said as he placed his fingers between her legs, causing her to wince in pain.
"I don't want to do this again. Please stop!" said Sarah. Unfortunately he ignored her She looked him in the eyes, although she really didn't want to. She was forced to look straight into his cold green eyes of his although what she wanted to do was claw his face. However he had made sure she wasn't about to do that again.
Why wouldn't he just leave her alone? She hated it so much. The only positive was that it was being done to her and not Clementine, although a small part of her wished it was her. Why wasn't it her she wondered bitterly as she felt his hands slipping underneath her bra. There's nothing wrong with her. She would probably feel better than her anyways. She scolded herself for thinking such a thing. It'd probably kill her if he did this to her. Clementine was much smaller than her and if she could barely handle him, she sure as heck couldn't.
Afterwards, he gave her pills and left. Sarah just stared at the pills, not sure if she should be taking them. She put them underneath the pillow. She wasn't taking any chances least they weren't what he said they were. She wasn't taking any chances with either of them. She put on her underwear and the rest of her clothes before laying down on her side. Meanwhile Clementine was out with Keith. The old man had tied a rope around her waist with the other end in his hand while they were looking for anything that would be of value to them. So far she had found a couple of cans of peaches, a red scarf, and a package of women's underwear. Keith had gather up wood and found some chalk, a gun with no ammo, and a license plate.
"I wonder if Emmett's up." said Keith as they continued to gather wood. "The bastard had better be up cookin' and not fuckin'."
'I hope he's cooking and not hurting Sarah.' thought Clementine as she picked up a candle off the ground.
"Your friend's a screamer ain't she?" asked Keith. "She's got a good pair of lungs on her. To bad she attracted a bunch of damned walkers."
"Maybe you wouldn't have heard her if your friend hadn't hurt her!" snapped Clementine as she placed the candle into her bag. Last night, the teenager had attracted quite a few walkers all of which Keith killed not using his shotgun, either to save ammo or not to attract more walkers.
"Maybe we should just gag her next time." said Keith.
"Why is he doing this to her?" Keith looked at his watch.
"We should get back. We've been gone too long." Clementine frowned at the man, but followed him back. Emmett was up and he was stirring a pot of what smelled like soup.
"Find anything?"
"Yep." said Keith as he and Clementine placed in the wood. "Food about done?"
"Give it a minute." said Emmett.
"Where's Sarah?" piped up Clementine.
"Sleeping." said Keith. "Don't go in there. You'll wake her."
"Since when do you care about her?" she asked crossing her arms and sending him a cold look.
"I could ask you the same." said Emmett.
"What do you mean?"
"You got locked in a shed and nearly killed because they wouldn't take you in. They could have patched you up and sent you on your way. They didn't and look where you ended up. With how they've treated you, I expected you to not even care what happened to any of 'em. You barely even know her."
"I might not know her well or for very long but I know I don't like people being treated like crap." said Clementine. "Besides that she's been really nice to me and she did try helping me out. Even if she didn't, she still doesn't deserve to get raped!"
"Do you even know what that is?" he said narrowing his eyes at her.
"Not really, but whatever it is I know she doesn't like it!"
"It doesn't matter what she likes." said Emmett. "I'll do what I please with her. It's up to her if she wants to fall in line or not. She's lucky I picked her. Plenty of women would kill to be with me."
Keith mumbled something as he rolled his eyes as he sipped his drink. Emmett glared at him. "I heard that, you old fucker."
Clementine sat down and ate with them, too hungry to refuse food. Sarah was brought out a little later and also ate. Clementine couldn't see any visible marks on her or any other indication that she was harmed. She was wearing clothes now, so somewhere underneath them held evidence. They ate in silence, leaving her to her thoughts. She wondered where the others were and how far away were they. She wondered if Sarah was okay. From the looks of it, she had been crying and shaking so he must have hurt her again.
After all of them had eaten, Emmett told them to go into the tent. When they had gone inside, Clementine asked Sarah what had happened. "Did he hurt you again?"
She just nodded looking down at her fingers.
"What did he do to you?"
"It doesn't matter." she muttered. "There's nothing you can do about it anyways."
"It wouldn't hurt to talk about it, would it?" she asked.
She paused. "Is he around?"
Clementine peeked outside. They were still a bit far off from them at the fire. Both men were laughing at something one of them said. They were both facing the tent, but far away although able to come over if someone came their way.
"He's way over there." said Clementine.
She took a deep breath and whispered in her ear that he had made her bleed a lot last night. She confessed that he had forced her into it and it still hurt down there. She was scared she'd bleed to death from all the abuse. Clementine asked to see where he hurt her at, but Sarah refused to show it to her.
"Where does it hurt?" asked Clementine.
"Here." she gestured to between her legs. Clementine frowned. "He's still going to do it. It hurts too much though."
Clementine doubted he cared. If he had made her bleed, he shouldn't before forcing himself on her. The younger girl worried about infection. She didn't know too much about that sort of thing, but she knew enough that it could make her very sick and even die. They needed a doctor before she got sick.
"It hurts if I sit for too long." she said laying down. "I hate it here. My dad's never going to find us."
"Don't say that. M-maybe...maybe...maybe he will." said the younger girl trying to keep positive. "Him, Luke, Alvin..."
"If he hasn't come now, what makes you think he will?" snapped Sarah. Of all people, she'd be expecting Sarah to be the positive one here and not her. She was the one who'd lost more than the teenager, so the thought of rescue should be the last thing she expected. Then again, every time she'd been taken or separated from people she cared about, she'd been found. Also Sarah had been the one being harmed, not here. Whatever little hope she had been clinging onto was now gone.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you." apologized Sarah. "You didn't do anything. I'm glad you're here. I mean I wish you didn't have to be here, but I'm glad I have a friend with me. It makes it a little less scary...but not by much."
"I think we should think of a plan to get one of their guns." whispered Clementine laying down beside her. "It's not going to be easy, but we have to try."
"Then what?"
"Kill them or at least try and escape." said Clementine.
"I don't know if I'll be of much use, but I'll do my best." said Sarah. She was in a lot of pain, but she'd try her best to help out. Anything to end this nightmare.
Sarah was terrified as she came out of the tent. She didn't want to do this, but she had to. Her and Clementine had formed a plan. A plan that would force her to draw the attention of both or at least one of the two men. In this case, luckily it was just Keith. She could handle Keith...hopefully. It wouldn't take too long, she thought to herself. It had to work. Clementine would go look for a gun, find one, and shoot Keith. Then the two of them would run off together before Emmett cam back. She nervously went over to him. There was only one way to do this that would make sure Keith would be busy for a while. She took a deep breath. Here goes.
"Uh h-hey." she blushed.
"Oh hey there." said Keith who was cleaning his gun. "Did you want something?"
"Uh, I-I noticed that you uh...d-didn't get a turn yesterday." said Sarah playing with her fingers.
He looked up at her, looking confused. "Did Emmett tell you to come over here?"
"No! I-I just wanted to. On my own." Sarah smiled shyly coming closer to him and rested her hands on his legs. "Emmett really doesn't know what he's doing, but I'll bet you could do a much better job than he can."
"Oh?" he looked interested.
She smiled and nodded. "I uh thought maybe someone more experienced and older could show me."
"Oh really?" he reached around her and squeezed her bottom after pulling her into his lap.
"Y-yes. I really want to learn. I was just really scared before b-because he wasn't very gentle for my first time. He didn't even please me." said Sarah. It felt like vomit was trying to rise out of her mouth from just saying it.
"I see." said Keith. "Maybe we could fix that."
"Y-yes please." said Sarah.
Sarah scooted closer to him, allowing him to kiss her. He tasted disgusting and he smelled like alcohol and smoke. She could feel his hands going underneath her clothes and she resisted the urge to pull away or push him away. Clementine who had been hiding while Sarah spoke to Keith, came out of the bushes and grabbed the bag from beside the chair and went inside of it. She had managed to find Keith's gun. It wasn't loaded. She checked his bag for ammo. There was some for his shotgun, but none for the hand gun. She figured Emmett had it. Sarah coughed, drawing Clementine's attention. She moved her arm slightly and pointed towards a tree. She looked up and saw a bag tied to the tree. She quickly snuck over and climbed the tree. Just as she was about to grab it, Sarah called her name. Clementine nearly fell out of the tree when she called her name. She looked around before finding the barrel of a shotgun aimed at her. She felt her heart drop when she saw the face of Emmett glaring at her.
At first she thought he was going to shoot her. "Climb down slowly."
Clementine slowly climbed down, frightened. What was he going to do to her? When she climbed down, he knocked her out with the butt of his gun. Sarah quickly got out of Keith's lap and ran over to her friend. He didn't kill her did he? Sarah breathed in relief when she felt her breathing.
"Damn it, Keith." said Emmett. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"Well she..."
"Here we go again...we've talked about this before, you old snake in the grass." he rolled his eyes. "You keep doing this type of shit and I will cut your dick off. This is the 4th time you've done this. And to make matters worse, you're over here trying to fuck and you could have gotten killed by that little twerp over there."
Keith tried to say something else but Emmett interrupted him. "I don't want to hear it. That's the last time I'm leaving you here. I'll watch them from now on. You go looking for food next time."
Sarah managed to get Clementine back inside the tent. The plan hadn't worked. It wouldn't have failed if Emmett hadn't come back. What was he going to do to them now? She had a feeling they had just made it far worse on themselves.