~Candysox~

This is a sad attempt at typing down the complicated mind of a rape victim, (I am one, so I know) this chapter made me tear up so badly, I had to walk away in the middle of typing. Soon this story will be rated M.

To GothicChevy

Your ideas interest me, and will be added, Harold will be put through many a task. Examples:

1) To love two girls at once.

2) Gothic pain, *Insert evil laugh*

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Fey and the lovebirds walked into a small candle-lit room, where the others were already sitting in chocolate colored couches. "Well, now that those guys are here, let's show you your jobs." Chris motioned for Fey to pass out some neon pink folders (Which she threw instead of handing to the campers) while he blabbered on about how the challenge was going to be (And I quote) AWESOME!

"Kay, here are the jobs campers!" Chris cleared his throat and started to read from a small sheet of paper.

"Courtney= nightly singer.

Duncan= Bouncer for Candi Casino and Bar .

Brigette= Hotel yoga instructer.

Geoff= Hotel chef.

Harold= Black jack dealer for Candi Casino and Bar.

Heather= Gum-scraper (Candi Casino).

Lindsey= Showgirl.

Leshawna= Watcher, make sure no one is cheating at our casino.

Owen= Beer taste tester.

Trent= Courtney's lead guitar.

Gwen= Bartender, Candi Casino."

He smirked while the stream of comments and concerns flooded in from the campers.

"We're underage! We can't drink or serve beer."

"I can't SING!"

"Can Princess wear a short, slinky, dress?"

"I will not be a GUM SCRAPER!!!!"

"What's a showgirl?"

"Cool, lead guitar."

Fey broke up the sufficating crowd of questions with the sound of her coffie mug shattering on the floor. she looked as if she were in a trance, then crumpled to the floor like a rag doll screaming and sobbing. "No! NO, no, no. Not here, you can't be. No!" Chris jumped over to her and the smile was wiped from his face instantly. He pulled her into his lap and stroked her silky hair, cooing to her.

"What happened? Is she ok?" Brigette and Courtney made a motion to help, but Chris stopped them.

"NO!" His grip tightened around the broken woman, and the girls redoiled. As they did, his features softened. "Sorry, um. Go to work and I'll take care of Fey." He lifted Fey and carried her out the door, then turned and added, "This never happened." and continued down to his and Fey's room.

"Well, that was weird. Do you think she'll be ok?" Brigette looked over everyone's faces for some sign of reassurance.

"It's ok Bridge, she probbly just remebered she forgot to feed her pet or somethin'. Like my buddy, Leon..." Geoff made a brave attempt to dive into the thick waters of conversation, and awkwardly stopped.

" No way! There's something going on here, and I'm going to find out what. Whose with me?" Duncan smirked as Trent, Gwen, Leshawna, Geoff, Brigette and Courtney mumbled their allegiance and glared when the others refused.

"Um, Duncan?" The punk turned to face his princess. "It's time for work, noon?" She was fiddling with her fingers, obviously bothered that she was so close to being late for something. Without another word, everyone left for work.