With Wreaths Of Withered Flowers : Chapter 1
Title: With Wreaths Of Withered Flowers
Author(s): Blondiiee
Pairing/Characters: Lucas Scott and Peyton Sawyer
Rating: M
Warnings: heavy sexual situations
Summary: What was once simple, is now complex. What Peyton once loved—who she once loved—she now hates. What she thought she knew to be true, is now lies. Nothing makes sense anymore, and she knows she's supposed to tell someone what happened but she can't. So she buries it instead. And she buries the way she used to be. A/U Peyton/Lucas WARNING- dark subject matter, M for a reason.
CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains RAPE and it is very graphic. I understand that it may be upsetting for some readers and I'm sorry for that but it was important for me personally to get it out and the story was always going to go this way. It has been planned chapter-by-chapter from start to finish from the moment the idea popped into my head many months ago. Please don't hate me for this chapter because it's crucial to the story. And Rape is very serious.
Chapter 1
She remembered the date exactly, it was August twentieth. It was a Wednesday and fall was just beginning. There had been an away game happening that weekend and the teachers had wanted to take all the students to the concert lounge in the hotel as a congratulation on winning the game and it was meant to be a late night out for all the cheerleaders and basketball players. At that time of night the hotel lobby was always fairly serene in nature.
She had been reluctant at first because she hadn't wanted to be around Lucas and Brooke all night when she had unresolved feelings for the broody blond, but then she had decided to swallow her pride and push through it, because that was what Peyton Sawyer did best.
Pretend.
When she had gotten herself ready to leave, which had been at about eleven o clock at night, she had started walking towards the lift in the quiet hotel corridor. She had been wearing a black crop top covered in sequins and tight jeans that hugged to her frame perfectly, ready to prove to Lucas what he was missing out on.
Her way of getting back at him. But strong arms had banded roughly around her waist, a hand had clasped around her mouth to muffle her scream and she had been whisked away to somewhere dark.
Somewhere dangerous.
All because she had bent down to tie that stupid strap on her shoe. She should have been more aware.
The Swedish mens' hands had been rough as they clamped down onto her arms.
She still couldn't understand how she had wiggled free in those moment before, but they hadn't taken any more chances of her escape a second time and one of a strong men had grabbed her and threw her over his shoulders while the others had held her flailing hands and legs still as they dragged her from the hotel's silent lobby.
She had hated her outfit choice for that night and remembered being unceremoniously dumped in the back of some kind of transport van and her exposed shoulder had caught a jagged piece of metal, scraping painfully as she fell.
Three men had loaded her into the back of the van behind her and the doors were slammed shut just as the engines roared to life.
She remembered hearing the front doors close as well, but it registered as a side thought while the three men had twisted her roughly and pinned her to the ground to pull her arms behind her back.
She had felt the bite of a thick plastic zip tie being secured more tightly than necessary around her small wrists as she was pressed face first into the floor of the van.
And the following moment later her flailing legs had been captured and given the same treatment, though less painfully as she had fortunately chosen to wear pants instead of a skirt and her ankles were covered as protection against the thick plastic band that had been pinching into her skin.
She remembered the distinctive accents of the men speaking in their foreign language had left her slightly confused, but the laughter that broke throughout the van had hinted at the direction of their comments as the three men settled into seats along the wall of the van and left her sprawled face first on the floor.
The ride to what she had only assumed would be some house in the middle of nowhere had not nearly been as long as she had have expected, and before she really prepared herself, she had been being brutally yanked by her arms out of the back of the van.
Her bound feet had hit the ground hard and she had teetered for a moment, certain she would fall and not be able to catch herself, but one of the men had bent and lifted her over his shoulder again.
Unable to put up much of a fight against her incarceration at that point, she hadn't even bothered struggling as they carried her away from the car into a building that had looked far too nice to be just a normal house.
The men had stopped in front of a large wooden door and swung it open before she was hauled inside and unceremoniously dropped into an over sized chair.
Her shoulder's had screamed with pain as her arms were wrenched around by the fall and she was unable to cushion the impact even against a soft landing.
The men had continued in their foreign language, voices escalating as they obviously had begun arguing about something she didn't understand.
She had taken their distraction as an opportunity to assess her surrounding and remembered being surprised at the opulence of the décor.
The room was obviously some kind of suite, a door off to one side had opened into a large bathroom with white and black marble had shared the space and broadcasted wealth.
The room in itself had been probably six or eight of their rooms back at the hotel with vaulted ceilings and oversized furniture.
She couldn't see behind her, but the view from where she had been sat and could pivot her head spoke of great wealth from the oversized bed with its deep purple and gold bedding, rich dark wood and tall corner posts hoisting diaphanous fabric pulled to each corner, but obviously one pull of a tie strap from enveloping the bed in semi-privacy of the opaque fabric.
She remembered it being like a dream from her younger days of what her room would look like where she would become a princess and she wasn't discounting the bed as a dream that she still had for one day when she made it to the big time and had money for frivolity.
There had been a sharp, stern voice that had cut the men right off from their argument and the two that she had seen had snapped to attention immediately.
They were obviously in the presence of someone with great power and she hoped that this was where she would receive her chance to explain the accident that had brought her into the custody of the Yerbian superior.
She couldn't believe a simple strap on her shoe had resulted in her finding herself in this comfortable chair in a decidedly uncomfortable position as her arms bent unnaturally behind her and she waited for whatever was coming so that maybe she would be released from this cruel binding.
The argument had finished in silence before she heard the heavily accented words of the deep voice from the moment before, "Yesterday you committed a grave offense against my country and my family." the man informed her as he rounded to stand in front of her and she could see almost immediately his resemblance to the man on the left. He had been younger, far more attractive and obviously he took much pride in his appearance, but he was clearly of close relation to the man she had been accused of assaulting.
"It was an accident." she protested quickly, "My shoe broke, I didn't mean. . ."
She hadn't even known what she was sorry for.
She remembered being cut off by the stern look from the man that had stood before her.
He wore the look easily on his chiseled features, looking far more menacing than any other man in his early twenties that she had ever come across and god she was only sixteen.
"Shut up." he had hissed vehemently and then shot a withering look at the men as he barked out another order.
They had spoken a single syllable in unison before they had all turned and left the room.
The man had towered over her for a moment before he had begun pacing with barely restrained anger in front of her.
He shot the occasional glance in her direction as he seemed to silently puzzle through something.
His broad shoulders high with confidence as his powerful stride took him back and forth before her and despite the situation, Peyton had felt herself admiring the man. He was obviously well built beneath the almost regal fabric of his well fit outfit.
The black material had pulled taut across his muscled chest displaying various insignia and badges that had made her wonder at the significance of them as she sat there.
He had seemed to come to some kind of decision as he stopped before her to glare down in a manner that left her suddenly fearful.
"You have brought shame on my family with your careless actions." he informed her in his accented English, "You Americans seem to think that you can do no wrong, but today you will learn that there are consequences to your actions." The man had obviously thought she was someone she wasn't and she had been about to pay the price for something she didn't even do.
Before she had been able to puzzle through what that statement had meant, he had lunged forward and grabbed her roughly around her arms, pulling her to her unsteady feet that had been still lashed together with the plastic zip tie.
She remembered wavering a moment, but he hadn't seemed intent on her walking anywhere, or hopping as the case would have been, as he impatiently tugged her with him.
His strong arms kept her upright as he dragged her across the large main area and threw her easily onto the bed.
She recalled beginning to shake as realization had set in as to the apparent direction of the superior's thoughts.
She hadn't considered the reason for her relocation to this place or this room until just this moment as her body impacted with the soft bed and the dark haired man looked down at her with a menacing sneer that should have made him far less attractive than he had been mere moments before.
She had watched his eyes heat up with something intense she had never in her seventeen years witnessed before.
Her frightened eyes had followed his movements and he had smiled with the power he held over her as her frightened eyes widened even more when he pulled the large knife from a sheath on his belt. He had no obviously had no intention of cutting her, but she hadn't known that.
Her fear had inspired a grin of pure pleasure on his face as she had begun to struggle again against the bindings.
She was sure he had been able to tell that she was uncomfortable with her arms being held behind her, but without his people, he hadn't been sure about releasing her from both her hand and leg bindings at the same time until she had struggled enough to wear herself down a little more completely.
He had no doubts that he could overpower any defense she might of put up, but the man had obviously also had no desire to have scratches healing on his neck or face if she got her claws into him as she fought him off.
Instead of heading directly for her bindings, he had given her a menacing smile as he brought the knife closer to her shaking body. She had stilled once the knife got close enough that she was concerned that he would cut her if she wriggled at the wrong moment.
That fear as her eyes filled with tears had brought a real smile to his face as blood rushed to his cock at the thought of his total control over this young American Goldilocks.
He was delighted at her beauty. Most of the women in his country who came to the states to live were usually not much to look upon.
Some were still fun and the ones he had no interest in taking himself he would give to his friends and could still enjoy the screams that rented the air as the woman was brutally taken repeatedly.
He would usually call in one of his lovers to take his seed in one of her available holes while he listened on and watched the violent depravity visited on the young females. This one, however, he was not planning on sharing until he had his fill.
He had always found American teenager girls to be of a unique spirit as their inherent freedom built them up into a different kind of woman then those raised in his own country. Especially the blondes.
God especially the blondes.
For one thing, the way she had been looking at him, he had somewhat been convinced that she would be untouched once he found his way inside her.
With calm, confident hands, he had sliced through the hem of her black sequined top and laid the knife beside her on the bed to take the fabric in hand.
He could have sliced clean through the top, but he found this method to be both more pleasurable for him while it also seemed to build the fear in her higher than the knife because of the associated sound.
With a violent tug, her shirt had split clean up the middle, showering sequins in all directions as the young American began to beg in earnest.
Until this point she had probably convinced herself that he was simply going to threaten her or fake this menacing action to make a point.
However, exposing her young breasts beneath her laced white bra seemed to be the step that set her mind on this being real as she began to struggle again in earnest.
She recollected him laughing at her begging and pleading as he leaned in close to lick the salty tears from her cheeks and grabbed the knife again, suddenly impatient with the sight of her still wearing too many clothes.
The knife had made short work of the scraps of her shirt and he had tossed them aside before descending on her bra as well.
Once he had disposed of that garment as well, he had descended on her firm breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth while pinching and twisting the other to make her writhe beneath him as she cried out in pain.
Peyton hadn't been able to believe where she had found herself.
The man over her had licked and scraped his teeth along a nipple while his hand tugged at another causing agony to shoot through her.
She hadn't believed just that day she had been complaining about something as mundane as a lumpy mattress as she lay unable to defend herself against anything this man had chosen to do to her. He had an evil glint in his eyes and she knew that he would not be going gently with her.
She remembered asking herself what had she done to deserve such humiliation, such torture? She hadn't done anything that they were accusing her off.
She hadn't even known those men. She'd never in her wildest dream dreamt of that ever happening to her.
She hated that man.
She hated him.
Her distraction with inner thoughts about how she'd never dreamt that moment as happening in such a frightening and disturbing way had left her surprised at the feeling of cool metal against her leg as the man's knife cut through one side of her pants slicing skin, followed by the other until he was able to tug her pants away from her body.
She had looked down to see the man begin immediately cutting through her panties, the last barrier between him and her.
Despite her inclination to avoid being cut or stabbed, she hadn't been able stop herself from attempting to get away from his actions.
Even her most depraved fantasies were with someone she trusted and had that person focused on her pleasure as much as on taking their pleasure from her.
She had never in her wildest dreams fantasized the pain of her pinned arms or the rough hands and mouth on her nipple.
She had never even imagined something as frightening as having the large blade in the man's capable hands cutting away every scrap of fabric on her body and she had trembled in fear instead of the pleasure that greeted her fantasies.
Once she had been bare to him he had taken a moment to appreciate her body as he returned his knife to the sheath on his belt.
Her breasts were firm and while a little on the small side, they were highly responsive to his touch eliciting whimpers and cries her.
He couldn't remember a time when he had been so worked up before he'd even gotten his shirt unbuttoned, but having this obviously strong American teenage girl trembling in fearful anticipation of what he would do to her left him painfully hard in his pants.
She remembered he had reached a hand down to brush across the short hairs of her pussy and watched her twitch in an attempt to get away from him. He'd laughed and her startled moss-green eyes had met his for the first time in the excruciating several minutes that had past.
He had smiled at her and watched as she had been less than reassured at the small smile, while his fingers wedged between her legs and found her center rubbing briskly between her bound legs just long enough to see that fear amplify in her pretty eyes before he had stepped back and began to slowly shed his clothes, watching her eyes follow his leisurely movements.
She hadn't been able to look away from him as his fingers moved deliberately over each button of his jacket before he carefully removed it and draped it casually over the chair back.
Almost like she had been compelled to watch, terrified that she had broken the connection that he would of killed her.
He had continued to take his clothes off in the same slow, deliberate manner as he watched her.
She still hadn't believed she was lying naked and bound in the middle of a luxurious bed as a man she barely knew stripped as if taunting her with his masculinity.
As the clothes peeled away from him, his strength had been revealed in the lean muscles across his chest, the definition in his abs and his strong thighs.
She had found herself admiring his physique despite the desperate situation she had been in and had felt shame wash over her in a hearty blush as he stood before her in only his boxers.
She had only seen the definition of his hardness beneath the thin underwear he had been wearing and that made her want to die right then.
He had watched with a new sense of pride as the young girl stared blatantly at his body.
He didn't think she even realized that her tears had stopped falling, but he could see the desperation in her gaze.
That expression sent a fresh wave of desire through him, making his cock pulse beneath the thin covering of his boxers as his suspicion of her innocence was confirmed.
He couldn't wait any longer to have her and the last article of his clothing was torn down his legs and off with a little more force than the other items had been.
She had gasped as her gaze locked on his cock and he had watched the new sense of fear fill her as she seemed to realize once again that he was going to be putting that part of himself inside of her.
He knew he was larger than most of the men in his unit with the exception of Rodriguez, so he stood proud in front of her and let her look her fill despite his desire to take her and make her scream beneath his touch.
She had whimpered as he grabbed the knife out of his sheath and approached her again.
Somehow, he was more menacing approaching her naked than he had been a moments before.
Perhaps it had been because he was coming at her with the knife despite the fact that she no longer had any clothes for him to remove.
His movements had been swift once he had reached her and she dwelled upon the fact that she had been surprised enough by his quick move in severing the zip tie that had bound her ankles that she hadn't realize that she could've moved until she had heard the clatter of his knife being flung across the room as he'd descended on her body.
She had been shocked to feel the weight of him pressing down on her so suddenly as he'd settled between her legs pushing her thighs apart with his knees as he done so.
Panic had swept through her and she'd tried to buck him off, forcing her shoulders back into the mattress and drawing a fresh pain to her bound wrists. He had easily held her down, arching above her to reach between them to pinch and twist her sensitive nipples.
She'd cried out at the shock of pain and had tried to spin and twist him off of her.
He'd smiled down at her, enjoying the feel of her wiggling against his hot flesh, his cock twitching delightfully against the young woman's hot center.
She was still too dry against his rubbing hardness, so he reached between them and began to tease her clit with a delicate finger as he continued to assault her nipples with his other hand.
He felt her moisten slowly against the underside of his cock as he continued to rub and tease her.
Her eyes had refused to meet his as she'd started to cry anew at her reaction to his touch.
He would've taken her dry to make her scream, but he already knew that she would do that without him subjecting himself to the kind of pain that friction would cause, so he'd delighted in being able to draw this moisture from her, knowing she obviously hated that he could do so.
Her mind fixed on the way he had grinned down at her as his cock rubbed across increasingly wet flesh and he had almost laughed when her hips moved as if out of her control, seeking out his touch.
When she had let out an involuntary moan between whimpers he grinned down at her menacingly and swept his finger in one last light caress against her clit before taking the small bundle of nerves between two fingers and applying enough pressure to have her screaming her protest out into the room.
Watching the beautiful girl writhe in pain beneath him had left him panting right along with her for an entirely different purpose.
He'd shifted his hips against her struggling legs and released his hold on her clit to take his cock in his hand and run it along the moistened flesh between her thighs.
Her eyes had snapped to his panic stricken as fresh tears had fallen and her begging had begun again, "Please, you don't have to do this. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to." she had whimpered as he rubbed the head of his cock along her opening, up to her clit and back down again, truth was she hadn't even known what she had done to these men, they had the wrong goddamn girl or had it been some sick way of pleasuring themselves?."
"Please no, don't do this." she had begged as he'd grinned down at her, easily overpowering her struggles and slipping the head of his cock into her tight passage.
It felt divine. She was wet enough to allow entry, but so tight that he was worried he wouldn't be able to get his full length into her hot little body.
She'd screamed in frustration and agony as he'd groaned his pleasure for the moment.
She hadn't been able to handle the fact that it had be happening to her.
She hadn't wanted to handle it. He had actually managed to coax her into enjoying some aspect of this violation and then he'd brutally reminded her that it wasn't about her at all. She hadn't been able to stop the tears, nor could she fight the begging and pleading that had poured from her mouth.
He'd simply hovered above her with a grimace that looked like pain on his face and she was momentarily glad that she'd possibly brought a little pain back on him for what he had been doing to her.
His words had made her shake with frustration at her short lived sense of victory.
"You are so tight." he'd intoned in his heavy accent, "you feel magnificent around me. I cannot wait to bury my cock deep in your desperate little pussy." Her theory that he been experiencing some pain in it was shot and she'd resorted back to the begging.
He'd laughed off her pleas and had leaned his weight into her.
She'd felt her flesh stretch painfully around his invasion and couldn't stop herself from looking down.
She had been surprised to see that so little of him had entered her and then his forward progress had stopped.
'You're so fucking sexy' He'd watched her wince at his course language and pulled his cock back out until just the head rested in her opening before sliding the minimal distance into her barrier again as he'd fought the urge to plow violently into her and fuck her until he couldn't see straight.
He had laughed lightly, "You know, I have a hard time not hurting girls with experience." he'd watched her eyes widen even more so, something he didn't think was possible.
"I can't wait to hear you scream as I come in your sweet pussy."
"No!" she'd shouted at him, squirming again as if it would've done any good.
"Please, you can't do this to me. You have to stop. Please."
He'd pulled back out to the head of his cock and had listened to her plea for him to stop some more.
He'd knew the more she begged, the louder she'd scream for him and he just wondered if he could bring her down to his level by ramping up the pleasure she had felt earlier until she came.
He couldn't imagine how exquisitely tight she would feel if she pulsed in release around his cock.
It wouldn't hurt that she would feel a distinct betrayal towards her own baser instincts if he was able to do that.
He knew it wouldn't be the first time because he had been already on the precipice of shooting off at any given moment and he wouldn't have lasted long if his whole cock was put under the pressure the head of it was feeling in that moment.
"You're right." he had finally responded as he'd pulled back a little more, her pussy gripping the ridge around the head of his shaft as if unwilling to let him go. More like unable to. "I'm sorry. This was wrong."
The relief that had swept her features almost made him laugh before he lunged forward, tearing through her pussy and sinking nearly two thirds of his cock into her on a single thrust.
Her scream had split the air as her relief had been replaced with the pain and shock of the moment.
She'd screamed from the pain of his brutal assault.
She had actually believed he had a change of heart, actually believed that something she'd said had made a difference. His words and threats had horrified her and she couldn't explain why she had believed he was capable of second thoughts, but she had sudden faith in his apology, but he'd ripped her hope away as quickly as he'd ripped through her vagina.
She'd felt as if she were being torn in two as he'd pulled out again and gave another powerful thrust into her body.
He'd groaned at the feeling of being squeezed so deliciously inside the tight flesh of her.
His cock was in heaven and he hadn't even made it all the way inside her slowly yielding flesh.
He'd watched between their bodies as he'd slowly pulled out again, feeling the tight channel of her pussy gripping his shaft as if unwilling to let it go.
He'd almost laughed at that train of thought, because if her sounds and struggling were anything to go by, the opposite was true.
This American teen had wanted nothing more than to get him out of her body.
It was with satisfaction that he had spotted the slight pink tinge of his skin that signaled the blood of her tightness on his cock a moment before he'd put some extra force behind his next thrust. He'd watched himself finally disappear fully inside the newly plundered depths of this young squealing girl.
She had been panting then, apparently fighting the urge to scream more as she'd looked up at him with a determination she hadn't had a few moments before.
He'd almost admired the proud look on her face as tears leaked silently out the corners of her eyes and she seemed to silently project that she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream again.
He'd ground his pelvis against hers, making sure to rub against her clit as he further established his dominance over her by drawing her attention to just how far he was within the depths of her body.
She had cringed beneath him, but hadn't cried out as he'd ground against her a couple more times slowly.
He had smirked when he'd stopped the slow grinding with several quick fierce thrusts that jolted the small body beneath his and had torn a shaky gasp and a whimper from her.
Her breasts had shook with each powerful thrust and he had been almost tempted to continue at the quick, brutal pace until she was left a sobbing broken mess, dripping tears and cum, but he wanted her to be broken mentally, not physically.
If he had broken her sweet pussy, he wouldn't be getting back into it once he'd finished, but if he had broken her strong will, she would've begged him to come back again and again.
He had deliberately slowed his thrusts again and taken a moment to savor the tight heat.
He was so focused on the feelings registering in his cock that he knew the instant her passage became slick with her registering a reaction to his attention.
Her face had flamed with shame as the pain between her legs eased and she had felt a sensation that she use to get when she had sex with Jake, and hell even Nathan. Far from excited about the prospect of finding pleasure from the brutality of this man, she had begun to struggle anew.
The man's smile as he'd watched her reaction had made her stomach clench with a new sensation and she'd began to sob again while the man continued to pierce her body.
He hadn't been able to believe he had held out as long as he had as he fucked the pretty little thing in front of him.
The only reason he hadn't shot his load was shear willpower and the dark desire to own this girl in such a way that she would never look at fucking the same way again. He'd wanted her to remember that the best orgasm of her life had been at his behest.
He had reached a hand between their bodies to stroke her clit as he'd continued to thrust into her body, hoping to hurry her along with manual stimulation.
He had run out of willpower and he was running low on control.
He was shocked into a gasp of near pain when she had suddenly shouted in a completely different tone than her hollers for release and her tight pussy clamped down so snug around him that he didn't have to fight to control his release, he wouldn't have been able to in that moment if he had tried.
The pressure on his cock eased and clenched again while the tight pussy pulsed as she climaxed from his attentions.
She knew that he saw the shame in her eyes as she turned her head away from him to prevent looking him in the eyes as she had panted and moaned, riding the waves of her release.
Once he had succeeded in that goal, it was like he was released to obtain his own goals.
"I'm so glad you enjoyed that, my beautiful angel." he had told her, watching her flinch again at his reference to her in such an endearing manner.
He had made a note to figure out more names that would unsettle her.
"Now, I'm going to cum in this sweet little pussy of yours. " Her eyes had met his again, pleading silently. He had merely shook his head in response.
"Oh, honey, you know you want to take it all, you want to feel me fill your hot cunt with my seed."
"Please. YOU CAN'T" she had cried as his pace increased again, slamming into her and shaking the words from her mouth as she spoke.
"No, please, no. You have to stop; you have to take it out of me."
He had laughed that time, reaching a hand under her body and groping around to feel the wetness of her climax had reached the bed beneath her.
Without slowing his thrusts, he found her puckered hole and without warning he'd shoved a finger up into her ass.
She had screamed again, but this time he didn't find the same satisfaction in that painful scream.
He'd craved the other, breathier scream she had released as she'd came on his dick.
"I could come here instead." he had teased, his thrust in her pussy forcing his finger further into her ass.
She had already been shaking her head, fresh tears falling as he'd fucked her harder, feeling his climax drawing ever closer.
"Please, just stop. Oh, God, you have to stop."
She had cried again, that time with a beautiful flush to her skin that spoke of his complete ownership over her.
'No!' She had shrieked and with a new found strength she had grabbed the solid see no evil statue on his cabinet and rammed it into his fucking skull.
The man had let out a guttural groan before crumpling to the floor.
And seeing that as her free opportunity she had untied herself and fled, completely bare and covered in her own blood as well as bodily fluids.
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She had been lucky she had made it past the other men without being seen, God had definitely been on her side that night. But why had God let that happen to her?
That event had occurred two days ago prior.
She had managed to make her escape and when she came to a nearby house in the middle of nowhere she had screamed bloody murder, banging on the door with the remaining amount of strength that she had, banging desperately until it opened.
She didn't care who the person was…when the elderly couple had opened the door she had flung herself into the old man's arms and started crying hysterically.
Screaming sobs and they had let her into their home instantly.
Giving her fresh clothes to wear, a blanket and hot chocolate. She remembered the hot chocolate especially it was milk - all milk -with two heaped spoons of a mixture that contained real cocoa.
Laced with flavoring and sugar, she would've much rather just had milk with a dash of vanilla than that junk.
But she was in no position to be complaining, she was still in too much shock.
She had begged them not to call the cops and told them that she lived in North Carolina and needed to get home right away.
They hadn't asked questions simply nodded their heads, and gave her a bed for the night. And only the following morning had they begun the road trip back to Tree Hill, She had hugged the old lady thanking her for everything.
But the burden and secret was still hers to bare. when they had rolled away she remembered smelling the distinct smell of lavender.
And it had stuck with her like superglue to the brain. God she hated that smell. She couldn't rid that dirty feeling even if she tried.
It was like having dirt underneath her fingernails, except the dirt was everywhere.
Especially inside her. No amount of soap could get that filth off, no matter how hard she scrubbed.
The elderly man had let her borrow his phone and the first thing she had done was phoned Nate, her then best friend. She could still hear the conversation right now.
'Hey Sawyer, where are you at. Brooke got back to the hotel room and said that you weren't there. Were all worried sick'
It had taken all of the strength she had in her not to break down right there and then.
'I had to cut out…'
She had excused. She had told him that she went had taken a bus home because she just didn't want to be there anymore.
But that was before she told him that she didn't want any more to do with Lucas, Brooke, him or Haley. She didn't keep him on the line long enough to hear his response, and she didn't care.
It was like she had shut herself off emotionally.
Numbness.
Yes, numbness was the word.
She felt nothing.
She was catatonic.
Once the elderly man had dropped her at her home after much instruction.
She had thanked him shortly and walked robotically to her house without a side ward glance before disappearing behind her front door.
And it was then and only then that the tears came. And she broke down in the hallway in the safety of her home.
And now she remained the same, she hadn't moved from her spot on her bed for forty-eight hours, hadn't dared to show her face to the outside world in fear that everyone was in on it.
She just sat there as straight up as a board, eyes devoid of any emotion and just staring…at nothing in particular.
The house was locked from the inside, hell even her scarlet bedroom with weird drawings on the wall was locked.
And all because she was paranoid that those men would somehow track her down and finish the job.
Lucas had tried to come around the day before but she hadn't moved from her spot just sat there motionless. Like an ornament frozen in time, caring less about the boy banging behind the locked door.
And not a single bit of music playing.
Lucas Scott was many things but he was not stupid and he would figure out that there was something wrong eventually, Lucas was always torturing himself about her, always wanting to save her.
Well he couldn't save her now…not from this. Not after that.
But she couldn't risk it, she had school on Monday, and she going to push it to the back of her mind because as far as she was concerned it didn't happen.
Because that was what Peyton Sawyer did best.
Pretend.
Author's Note: I know this is really intense, but even still I'll ask the question, does anyone want another chapter? Any requests for what she should do next if there is a next? Can you tell I'm nervous beyond belief to be posting this? Yes, it's true. Not my first time writing, but my first posting on Fanfiction, so go easy on me when you review and if you're just going to spout hate, please refrain from reviewing at all. Rape is serious and it's real. Please Review.
Thank you.
