A/N: Ok, I can't believe I'm writing a Babysitter's Club story! And I'm writing kind of on a mature topic too. If anyone thinks the rating should be higher, please tell me.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters from the Babysitter's club. They belong to Ann M Martin.
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"Kristy! Come on! You've been in there for almost 2 ½ hours!" I heard my brother Charlie's voice yell from outside the bathroom. I ignored him. The hot water had run out a while ago, so it was probably better that he didn't take a shower tonight.
I was crouched down with my head buried into my knees. The cold water ran down my back, but I hardly noticed it. My eyes were closed as I tried to organize my thoughts.
-I hate him! That dirty old man! What was he thinking!-
My stomach felt sick. I hadn't even eaten anything.
"KRISTY!" Charlie yelled louder and banged on the door. It sounded as though it were about to bust in.
"I'll be out in a minute!" I responded and turned the water off. My body was shaking as I stood up.
-I could have fought back better. It wasn't like he was that strong. I'm so disgusting.-
I stepped out of the shower feeling sore and wrapped a towel tightly around me.
-Why did I trust him again? I'm so stupid. You would have thought I would have taken a hint from the time he stood me up at the fair. Oh, Mom would hate me if she ever found out.-
"It took you long enough!" Charlie exclaimed sounding pretty mad. I had just left the bathroom, my hair still soaking wet. "Do you have any idea what time it is! Is there even any hot water left!"
I walked past him. "Shut up." I said coldly.
"Hey!" Charlie furiously stamped towards me.
I whipped around and saw him reaching for me. My heart began to pound and my eyes began to well up with tears. "Don't you even think about it!" I turned and ran to my room. Once I got there, I slammed the door behind me and locked it.
"Kristy!" Charlie was standing right outside. "Do you have any idea how worried Mom was about you tonight! First of all, you left with out telling anyone where you're going, then you come home late and go straight up to the bathroom, not even bothering to say hi to anyone. Then you stay in the shower for over two hours! Now you're acting like this…"
I lay on my stomach with my head buried in the pillow trying to drown out my brother's voice. I didn't need to deal with another stupid man tonight.
Tomorrow was Monday. The last thing I wanted to do was go to school. Maybe I could stay home sick? No, I could never convince my mom and she would be devastated if she ever knew the truth. Besides, I could never let her know…
I'd just have to forget about this. In a few days it would go away. That right, just a few days…
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A/N: This first chapter was hard to write mainly because it was from Kristy's point of view. It's hard to write the thoughts of someone who was traumatized and I've even been there. I hope you guys want to read more. BTW, there will be NO pregnancies in this fic.