Ok girls here is the beginning of the sequel to Midnight Sky. It's short I know but more is to come, I promise! Please Review!!!
Chapter 1: Haunting Memories
"Morris, leave us alone! Git ya doity paws off a me!" Sweets struggled to get away from her attacker.
"AHHH!" I screamed, "Go 'way! Why ya want me and Sweets? Why us?"
Sweets wished more than anything that she could protect me who was like her little sister. She didn't want to go through this, let alone having me go through it. We both screamed, but had to give in. Oscar and Morris had their way with us, having ripped off our clothes, literally. Shrieking and sobbing, Sweets shook in fear.
"Sweets!" Blink yelled, he was shaking her. She had been crying in her sleep for nearly five years. Blink had tried to figure out what was wrong, but every time he tried talking to her she would just ignore him.
Sweets shot up in bed, glad she was on his top bunk, and looked around. She was glad to see it was the warm bunkroom that she slept in, and it was Blink who had her in his arms. She wiped away her tears, and gladly lay back with Blink. She rested her head on his chest, resting in his arms. He stroked her hair, holding her close, and kissed the top of her head.
"Everything is alright, I'se here," His sweet, and calm voice made Sweets shiver. She loved him, but knew that things weren't all right and he could never learn about that haunting night.
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"Vixen, c'mon!" Spot complained, "Why ya a'ways do dis tah me? It ain't right!"
"I'se sorry, but I'se not ready." I stood up and walked to the window. I wished on every star I saw that the haunting memories of Oscar would leave me. If Spot knew every time I backed down was because I saw Oscar's face instead of his, he'd probably kill the Delancey's. Of course that wouldn't be so bad. I heard Spot sigh loudly, and walk towards me. The floorboards creaked as his feet brushed over them, and he was soon wrapped around me.
"I'se undahstand and I'se promise ya I ain't gonna try nothin. Come back tah bed, huh?" He groped his hands over my body, and kissed my neck.
"Oh yeah, and dats supposed tah reassure me?" He groaned, dropped his arms, and removed his lips.
"What's da mattah?" He was furious and I could see it in his eyes with the shining light from the moon.
I looked away from him again, not wanting him to see through me, "Nothing dat ya would undahstand. Look, I'se jist don't wanna be messed wit. Alright?"
His temper rose, and he threw his arms in exhaustion, "Don't ya trust me? Why don't ya just sleep in ya own bed?"
Smiling to myself, I pushed past him. I lied down in the bed, and sprawled out, "Move ovah!"
I shook my head, "No, I'se sleepin in me own bed. Jist like ya told me."
He rolled his eyes, "God dammit! Move!" I firmly remained on the bed, "I'se sawrry Chels, now will ya move." I still refused to do as he asked, and was not at all shocked when Spot attempted to drag me from the bed. Finally, he gave up and jumped on top of me.
"Spot I'se told ya I don't want tah be messed with."
"I'se not messin wit ya," he replied kissing my neck again, "I'se bein serious." I sighed as he continued to kiss me, but I could only think of that horrible night with the enemy.