HEWO! I got to finish faster then I thought I would. YAY! I just want to thank all of those who helped me out with the next chapter, especially to EeksandGiggles. Now, this chapter is a bit brutal for most people who might be squeamish, just to warn you. Let me know what you think! Happy readings!

Chapter 3 … Joe Darley and Consequences

Last night I dreamed that I was with my family at the beach. I felt, for once in the past couple of days, at peace. Every night and day was the same. I woke up alone and fell asleep alone. I would watch TV for almost all day, with Billy occasionally coming in to only bring me something to eat. I was grateful that I was able to avoid Billy as much as I could, but I knew that it wouldn't last long.

I found out that the guy who had killed Brendon was Billy's brother, Joe Darley. I was left behind with Jamie while the other guys wanted to see the results of Joe's trial. I wanted him to be found guilty of what he had done to my brother, but I knew Billy was too smart to let Joe get caught.

I was instructed to take a shower and look presentable. Billy had left a black short, strapless dress out for me on the bed for me to wear. I wondered how he had gotten the dress, but I did as I was told to avoid making him angry. I put the tiny dress on, which it had only gone up to my mid-thigh. I was barefoot, for my shoes seemed to be unsuitable with the nice dress. I paced the floor as I waited for Billy to come and get me. The anxiety was killing me; whatever the reason for me to get dressed up, I just wanted to get it done and over with.

I was starting to grow impatient. I have been stuck in this room for days; I just wanted to get the fuck out! I went to turn my heel to face the door when Billy walked in. He wore a black long sleeved shirt and ripped light jeans. He gave me the darkest look I have ever been given in my life. I played with the back of my wild, curly hair nervously as he looked me up and down. I felt extremely uncomfortable and I didn't know how to react.

He grabbed me by the elbow to pull ma out of the room and pushed me against the wall. He put both of his hands on each side of my head. He leaned in closely as I turned my head to the side to create some distance between us.

"You listen, and you listen good," he said softly but threatening. "I have a few rules for you, so pay attention. Rule number one: you will do whatever I say and when I say it. Rule number two: you will not speak unless spoken to, and you will answer all questions asked. Rule number three: Don't do anything stupid. Understand?"

I nodded and he pulled away slowly. He seized my elbow again and dragged me down the hallways, like he did the first night I arrived. We entered a room that resembled a living-room with two couches, a "love seat", a plastic table and chairs. A guy that I have never seen before stood in front of me, smoking. I looked at him closer and realized that it was Joe Darley. His hair was dyed a maroon red, he had a goatee (like his brother), a red leather jacket, and a few tattoos on his neck. He wasn't a bad looking guy, I hated to admit it.

Joe looked at me up and down with a stupid smirk on his face. Billy, still holding onto my arm, stood behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder. "Well, Joey, I got you a gift. What d'ya think?"

Joe whistled at me, "She a virgin?"

My stomach churned. Now I understood what was going on. My heart pounded hard against my chest. "Well, Elena? Are you?"

I felt my whole body burn from embarrassment. I decided to lie to try to save myself from my brother killer. I nodded. Billy turned me around and grabbed me by the chin. His was surprised by my answer, which insulted me. "Are you really? Well, Joey, at least she'll be nice and tight for you." With that he viciously pushed me into Joe's arms and all of the guys cheered for Joe.

Joe smirked at me and pushed me into a room down the hall. He forced me onto the bed, and then shut the door. He climbed on top of me, pressing hard. I kneed him as hard as I could and watched me fall off the bed, bending over, screaming. "FUCK! YOU FUCKING BITCH! FUCK!"

I crawled to the corner of the bed when I saw the door open. Billy barged in furiously. He looked at Joe then turned to me darkly. "What the fuck did you do?" he asked me, sternly.

I couldn't answer. Joe slowly got up and answered for me. "That fucking whore kneed me in the balls, man."

Billy glared at me, which sent chills down my spine. He told Joe to go to Maria, whoever that was, and gave him some money. Joe took it and limped his way out. Bill closed the door and slowly walked to me, "Get up."

Startled by how calm he looked, I was paralyzed. When he realized that I wouldn't obey his order, he grabbed me by my hairand pulled me up. "When I say get up, you get the fuck up!" he gritted his teeth. "You wanna know what happens to little girls who don't listen?" He paused, waiting for me to answer. I couldn't, so he answered for me, "Consequences."

He let go of my hair and pushed me onto the ground. I tried to crawl to the door, but he caught my ankle and dragged me closer to him. He turned me over onto my back as he climbed himself on top of me.

"Please, don't-" I whimpered, letting tears pour out.

"Shut the fuck up. You broke one of the rules and now you have to pay for it."

I tried to use my fists to push him off of me, but he was too powerful. He raised my dress up to my stomach, revealing my black underwear. He took out a pocket knife and opened it in front of my face.

I started to cry, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, don't do this."

He ignored my plea and took the knife to my panties and cut it off. I heard him unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. I tried to wiggle myself free. SLAP! I felt a sharp pain shoot across my face. "Hold still. We don't want any accidents, do we?"

I continued to cry and obeyed him unwillingly. Without warning, he forced himself inside of me. I screamed from pain when he pumped harder and rougher. I clawed my nails through his shirt from the pain. He grabbed my wrists and roughly put them over my head and continued to rape me. He breathed heavily in my ear, "You're mine now, bitch."

More tears spilled down my cheeks as I begged him to stop. The more I begged the more rough he became. Finally, he stopped and groaned as he finished inside of me. He quickly got off of me and got dressed. I just laid there, frozen. When he fixed his buckle, he lit a cigarette and glared at me. I sat myself up and pulled my dress down. He bent down in front of me, blowing smoke in my face.

"I expected you to a virgin. Thought you could lie your way out?" He took another drag. "Get your ass in my room and clean yourself up." He got up, opened the door and walked away.

After I limped my way back to Billy's room, I forced myself into the shower. I sobbed helplessly as I scrubbed myself clean.

When I was done, I discovered that my body was covered with developing bruises as I looked at myself through the mirror. I couldn't look anymore at my pathetic reflection, so I took my towel and wrapped it around my body. I walked out of the bathroom and put on my old clothes. I laid down on the bed and continued to cry.

"Get the fuck down or I'll blow your fucking head off!" Billy screamed, pointing the gun at the terrified cashier.

I was on the floor, frozen by fear. I watched Joe walk over to Brendon with a bloody machete. He took a swing and sliced my brother's throat open. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. Brendon dropped to his knees, bleeding profusely from his neck. Brendon then disappeared along with the scene of the crime and turned to a dark room. A heavy weight pressed against my limp body on the floor. Suddenly, a voice whispered inside my head, "You belong to me, now."

Billy was now visible to my vision. His eyes were black and cold. I tried to move my arms but I was paralyzed. He pushed himself inside of me. I tried to scream, but nothing came out.

Blood started to pour beneath us and Brendon was standing behind Billy, holding his hand out to me.

I woke up, panting and covered with cold sweat. I looked around the room to make sure I wasn't still dreaming. Everything seemed normal and I was alone. I looked to find the remote on the usual spot on the dresser along with a McDonald's bag. I picked up the remote and the bag, turned on the TV and looked inside the bag to find a burger. I mentally did not want to eat anything, but my stomach craved for it. I watched a couple of different TV shows before Billy walked in. I kept my eyes on the TV to try to ignore him.

"You eat?" he asked, almost sounding sincere. I nodded slowly. "Your parents accepted the ransom deal I offered. They have the end of the week to give it me, or they'll never see you again."

I nodded again, keeping my eyes on the TV. He walked over to me and tried to touch my cheek. I flinched away from his touch. He snorted at my response and left, slamming the door behind him.