OKay so here is chapter three! If you are confused, the italic sections of the story tell what happened to Chelsea when she was kidnapped. If you put them together, you get a story all on its own. Just thought to explain that. Enjoy! I DO NOT OWN HARVEST MOON


Chapter Three

Terror wrapped its icy claws around my heart as the he flipped me onto the ground and straddled my hips to keep me from kicking him. I screamed with all my might, still hoping that someone somewhere would maybe hear me. He laughed at my pathetic attempts and motioned for someone off to the side. That confused me enough to quieten for a moment, then another face appeared in my vision. He was a young boy, most likely my age. He had a baby face, pale blonde hair, and baby blue eyes. He was also covered in blood and bruises and had the look of terror in his eyes that I knew mine held.

He bowed his head slightly, "Yes, sir?" he asked in a polite voice despite his terror.

The man on top of me motioned to the duct tape on the desk in the corner of the room, "Tap this bitch's mouth closed. She's going to attract attention." he spit out at the boy who shot a sorry look in my direction and followed orders.

Once my mouth was taped closed the man motioned for the younger boy to sit down in the chair I had once been in, "Now we can get this party started." the man said happily and reached over for a large knife by his foot.

I connected my gaze with the boy's and I saw in those tortured blue eyes he knew what was going to happen to me and how sorry he was. I kept my eye's on him the whole time. I didn't look at the man who was now ripping at my clothes like the monster he was, I didn't look at the shining silver blade in his right hand, and I didn't look at the gashes bleeding on my stomach now. All I could look at was the boy's honest face and revel in the hope that was still in his eyes. Hope that there was still a chance to escape.

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I looked up into the man's face and I saw that boy. The one with the honest face and hope gleaming in his beautiful baby blue eyes. He'd grown up so much since last year when we were kidnapped together. He'd grown at least a foot and filled out with muscle. I saw he recognized me as well and he pulled me towards him and I couldn't help but cry. I heard him sniffle too and that made me cry harder. When he escaped, I didn't know if he had lived to make it out of the man's house or not. Now, seeing him alive and well made me feel a sense of relief I hadn't had in such a long time.

I wiped my eyes and pulled back to look at him, "I can't believe your alive." I said in disbelief and he grinned at me.

"I could say the same to you, too. I was so worried about you after I got out. I thought for sure he would have killed you. I'm just so glad you escaped as well, m'lady." he said in such a gentlemanly voice that matched the one I remembered from the days when we only had each other to keep from going mad.

I wiped another tear that had fallen, "You know, in all the craziness, I never got your name." I said sheepishly and he laughed and I couldn't help but notice how white his teeth were.

"My name is William Terry Louis Andrew Carrick Jonathan Dredge Hams Reading Roger Southwark Alwick Plymouth Junior Regison III, but you may call me Will." he said politely and grabbed my hand to kiss it gently.

I blushed, "Well, my name isn't nearly as long. I'm Chelsea. It's really nice to see you again, Will." I said honestly.

He grinned at me and the way the sun hit his face, I saw a small thin scar running the length of his face. He was still baby faced and cute, but the scar held a world of secrets I'm sure no one really knew. I thought back to my own scars and how they each had a story.

"Let me walk you home. It's getting dark and it would be rude of me to make you walk home by your self this late." he suggested and I nodded distantly.

We walked slowly, our bodies close enough for our arms to brush against each other with each step. I would have frowned upon this kind of contact, but this was strangely comforting. I listened to the soft pats of our feet and the rhythm our our breathing. It was almost dark outside when we reached my home again and I turned and gave Will one last hug.

"It was nice to see you again, Chelsea. Really nice in fact." he said honestly and kissed my hand again like he had done earlier.

I nodded and blushed, "It was nice to see you too, Will. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I told him and he smiled and sauntered off of my farm and back the way he came.

I dreaded going to sleep, because I knew he would be waiting there to torture me once again. He was always waiting for me patiently, in the same room he had prepared for me and the boy I now knew as Will. It was always some part of my experience with him to, like a personal nightmare journal stuck on replay. I bathed slowly, trying to put off the inevitable. I changed into my pajamas and crawl reluctantly into bed. I close my eyes and I'm sucked into the nightmare.

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"How do you like that?" he asked as he slid the knife across my pale ivory skin.

I whimpered but never took my eyes off the boy sitting in the corner. He had long ago turned green from the amount of blood I had lost already from my cuts, and he looked tortured and nothing was happening to him. Even though he thought he was watching my own personal death, I still saw that gleam of light in his eyes that he was going to get us out.

The man on top of me motioned for the baby faced boy to come closer and kneel beside my head. He complied slowly and my heart jumped in my chest at the thoughts of what he wanted the boy to do to me. The man leaned over and whispered something in his ear and the boy's face became a strange mixture of anger and terror. The man leaned back and continued what he was doing but kept one eye on the boy.

The boy leaned down to me, "I'm so sorry for what I'm about to do." he whispered almost silently in an agonized voice and I shut my eyes as tight as I could, afraid of what was going to happen next.

A/N: So that was chapter three. My favorite chapter so far. Tell me what you think! Leave me a review.

P.S: This story is named after yet another Never Shout Never song. Can you tell that I love their music?