This might actually be one of the saddest chapters, but I won't tell you why, you'll just have to wait and see. I'll let the lyrics speak for themselves.
Search for the answers
I knew all along
I lost myself
We all fall down
Never the wiser of what I've become
Alone I stand
A broken mess
Brighton was now sitting in the room with C.C., he wasn't holding her hand like the rest, he was just staring at her like he was trying to send his thoughts to her. His own memories filled his mind and he smiled at the thought that had just crossed his path...
Brighton was five and already he had a crush on a girl. He didn't know what that feeling was exactly, but he knew that every time he saw her, his heart skipped a beat. She had long brown hair and wore glasses that showed off her blue eyes. He peeked around the corner and saw her writing down something in the living room. His mother, Sara, was no where in sight, so he thought this was the best time to move in on her.
"Miss Babcock?" He asked with his high pitched voice. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Hey there B! How are you?" She asked as she looked up at him for a moment.
"I'm good. What are you doing?" He asked as he hopped up on the couch next to her.
"Going over some of the things your dad wanted me to look at for him. I'm happy to say that within in the next few days I'll become his business partner, I've finally gotten my trust fund from my parents and I can do what I please with it, so I'm going to invest in one of his plays." She smiled down at him. Another skipped beat.
"Cool. Miss Babcock, can I take a nap?" He asked. She furrowed her eyebrows at him.
"You can do whatever you want as far as I'm concerned." She said.
"Ok!" He laid down quickly on his back and placed his head in C.C.'s lap. She held up the paper she was looking at and looked down at him. He already had his eyes closed and looked like he was drifting off to sleep. She rolled her eyes and smiled before she propped her elbows lightly on his chest and started reading the paper again "Score!" Brighton thought.
"We sure had a good time didn't we Miss B? I think that was the only time you remembered my name, and hey, I'm glad you're a blonde again." He admitted. He shook his head as he looked at her. He furrowed his eyebrows when he thought he saw her eye twitch, but he knew that was impossible. He looked over at Niles, who was sleeping on the sofa type thing and he felt bad for him. Out of them all, he was taking it the worst. He never left her side for a single minute, he would sleep for maybe two hours each day and be awake again, hoping for any sign of movement.
"DAMMIT! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! THESE PEOPLE NEED YOU A LOT MORE THAN YOU THINK! !" C.C. shouted. She tried to move her leg but nothing happened, yet again. She did though however feel her eye twitch, which was a good sign, so maybe, just maybe she would be out of this before too long...
"The stars sure are beautiful tonight." C.C. said as she looked up at the stars.
"Not as beautiful as you." Keith Thomas, Senior, star quarterback of the high school they both attended football team. C.C. turned her head and smiled at him. They were lying by the lakeside that Keith's family owned that was out in the country. She loved the smell of fresh air, it was rare for her to get to do this. "C.C., I love you." He said.
"You...you what?" She asked.
"I love you." He repeated as he smiled at her. He then hovered over her and he gently pressed his lips to hers, something she had dreamed about forever. When he pulled away, he ran his fingers through her dyed brown hair, she'd decided to be rebellious for once.
"I-I love you to." She smiled. He returned the smile before he leaned down and kissed her again. She felt his hands move down the curve of her body, up to her breasts, where he squeezed one. Even though she had on a shirt and jacket, it still felt weird. "Stop." She whispered against his lips, but he didn't stop, so she repeated herself, only louder this time. "Stop!" She said, pulling away completely this time. She was pressing her head hard into the dirt. He started kissing down her neck and he felt his hands lift up her skirt and she gasped in shock when she felt his finger slide inside her. "Stop!" She shrieked, but he didn't. With one hand, he slid her panties down and then unzipped his pants. With his other hand, he had it clasped over her mouth.
"Shut up and enjoy it." He said and her eyes grew wide.
"Please God! NO!" She screamed against his hand, then it happened. She felt him enter her, taking away her innocence and it hurt like nothing she had ever felt before. She screamed so loud that it echoed, but no one was there to listen, no one there to help her. She clutched at the ground and tried to kick out at him, but she was stuck. When he had reached his climax, he slid out of her and did up up his pants. Tears were slipping down her cheeks, she was still in pain and she knew blood was more than likely on her skirt. She knew that she had just been raped and her innocence had been taken from her.
"Well C.C., I think you will learn in time. Let's go home." He said as he stood and began to walk toward his truck.
"You fucker!" She yelled while she was still on the ground. He turned and looked down at her.
"What did you just call me?" He asked.
"You heard me!" She yelled. She pulled her panties back up before she stood on wobbly legs.
He rushed at her and nearly tackled her, but she was quick and moved out of his way. Even though she was hurting, she began to run through the woods, trying to escape him. She heard him behind her so she ran faster. Branches were cutting her face and getting caught in her hair, but that didn't stop her, she was going to get out of there. When she reached the paved road, she looked both ways and then behind her, but she saw he was no where to be seen, hell, she didn't even know where she was!
She fell to her knees and placed her hands over her face. She sobbed and sobbed until her face was raw. A reflection made her look up and she saw that a car was coming her way. She stood up and started to wave at them.
"Help!" She yelled. The car pulled over and when she went to get in the car, she saw that it was none other than her cousin G.G., who was on her way into the city.
"Chas? What the hell are you doing way out here?" G.G. was C.C.'s almost identical twin, her hair was still the Babcock blonde though and her eyes were a silvery green shade.
"T-Take me home. P-Please." She stuttered. She wrapped her arms around herself and G.G. looked at her questioningly, but decided now was not the best time to ask. She then started off toward the city, she had been invited to spend the weekend with her cousin. Her aunt B.B. had thought C.C. was spending too much time alone.
When they got home, C.C. wobbled into the bathroom, stripped out of her clothes and turned on the shower. She let the water run down her body, she washed the dried blood from her face and scrubbed as hard as she could, but no matter what, she still felt unclean.
G.G. brought in her a pair of pajamas and watched the outline of her cousin scrubbing herself hard, she wanted to tell her to stop, but she knew something had happened in those woods and as soon as she got out, she knew she would have to ask.
When C.C. came in her room, she saw that G.G. was all ready lying on her usual side that she slept on when she stayed over. The right. She had her nose in a book and she looked up when she saw C.C. come in. Her eyes grew wide at how red she was.
"Good God girl, what did you do?" She asked.
"I just wanted to get clean, th-that's all." She replied. G.G. noticed that C.C. was walking strangely, she normally carried herself with pride, but it was different now. When she laid down next to her, she turned over on her side with her back to her. G.G. placed the book on the nightstand and smiled sinisterly at her cousin's back.
"I'm gonna getcha, I'm gonna eatcha." She said with a creepy voice as she wiggled her fingers in the air. Even though she was seventeen, she enjoyed making her cousin freak out, it was sheer entertainment for them both. G.G. had C.C. beat in age by a year and four days, and ever since they were little, she would always do this to get her to life. She repeated this sentence and when she wiggled her fingers on C.C.'s side, she began to shake. "Chas?" She placed her hand on her curve and she winced. She rolled her over slowly and saw tears were sliding down her face. "Baby what happened out in those woods?" She asked as she wiped a few of the tears away gently.
"He-He-He...raped me." She whispered the last part and G.G.'s eyes grew wide.
"Oh my God..." She let her voice trail off. She raised her up a little before she wrapped her arms around C.C. and held her close. She rubbed her arm gently and let C.C. cry into her chest. She was going to get that motherfucker herself and kill him if she had to. No one crossed their family, especially when the youngest was concerned. They both found out the next day that Keith had never made it home, his truck had swerved off the road and crashed into a tree, he was ejected from the car and killed instantly. Both of them couldn't help but feel happy, but C.C. still felt unclean, and no man would ever want someone like her, something that was broken...
