Authors Note : Heya! I'm glad some of ye liked the previous chapter! Was worried for a while! Anyway here's the next one! This chapter does have rape in it, but I'm only 13 so I won't go into details.

KeepingMystery : Finally! Someone agrees with me that time machines exist! :)

Disclaimer : I, PurpleSweets13, do not own Harvest Moon. *Sniff*.

Chapter 11

Chelsea's P.O.V.

After he pulled back, he smiled. A genuine smile. And it suited him. It lit up his features and made him better looking then he already was. And that, my friends, is hard to do. He's already the best looking on the island. His smile was contagious. I broke into a huge smile as well. He stroked my hair. I pretended to purr. He chuckled.

"Chelsea, you said that to mentally die, you have to imagine something that scares you and then change the events. So what did you imagine?" I thought about it. I had never told anyone what had happened that weekend. It was too scary. But if I didn't, I might die again... And it was Vaughn. He had never let me down yet.

I took a deep breath. "Are you sure you want to hear?" He nodded.

"Well, a little after I turned 15..."

I ran out of my apartment. They were driving me demented. Oh, wait till I was 18. They'll regret it then.

I had been kicked out for a weekend. I sighed. I wish Julia was still here. I could go to her's instead of Dereck's. No point in wishing though.

I rang the buzzer to Dereck's. I hope he hurries on. It's cold out here. He opened the door in his usual state. Hair a mess, eyes bloodshot and wearing tracksuit bottoms. He used to be the best looking in school when he was 13. He's 17 now and already drinking.

"What?"

"Mam and Dad kicked me out again. Can I come in?"

"Your a pain in the ass. Get in."

I hope that's Dereckese for 'You poor thing! Come in, come in!' Yeah right, in my dreams.

"Upstairs. You know the drill."

I nodded. Bastard. I hope one day I can have a boyfriend who will worry about my well being. I'd never say that to Dereck though. He'd roar and say stuff like 'Bitch! You'll never find anyone in this fucking world nicer then me!' If no ones nicer then him, then I want to die.

Upstairs in his...um...house? was disgusting. Sheesh, I can swear there is mold growing in his kitchen. At least at home my kitchen is clean. Because of me, sure, but it's just horrible living in house with freaking MOLD.

Dereck came behind me while I was looking around in disgust at his apartment. He spoke then, giving me a heart attack.

"You know, I'm sick of not getting any action." What? 'Action'. I'm freaking 15!

"W-well, maybe we should call it off then? You know, go our seperate ways?" Please say yes, please say yes, please say...

"Hahahahahaha! Are you mad? No, I think I'll just force my way in there." My eyes widened. Hell no! I'm 15 and I'm not getting raped!

I turn and legged it to the door. No, no, no! I pulled on the door knob. Fuck! It's locked! I'm on a 19 floor building, on the 13th floor, the door is locked and I'm about to get raped! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Dereck came up behind me and grabbed me. I screamed and he covered my mouth with his hand. I wiggled and kicked. I'm 15 and I'm not about to have my virgin stolen by this creep. Twas no use. He's much stronger then me...

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Next night, I was worn out. I felt sick and kept having nightmares about the night before. I couldn't go back home yet. I planned to escape tonight and sleep on a park bench. But I'd have to get out before Dereck came home.

Just as I was thinking this, the door opened behind me. The light switched on. A figure started to walk towards me. I turned and looked at him, frightened.

He laughed at my weakness. He walked over and kicked me.

"Get up!" He yelled at me. I stood up sharpish.

"You know, if I let you go, you'll just run and tell everyone, won't you?" I shook my head fiercefully. Who would I tell? Just let me go!

"Ha! You expect me to believe you! You pathetic, little..!" He struck me on the cheek.

"You know, nobody cares for you. Nobody ever will. What do you say I put you out of your misery?" He took out a gun. No! I don't want to die now! I want to grow old with a loving husband and kids and...and...

He pulled the trigger... *Click*. "Oh, what the fuck!"

Oh god! Oh god, yes! It wasn't loaded! Dereck went to find bullets. He left the front door wide open. OH GOD, YES! I ran as fast as my legs would go.

"And I never saw him after that..." I told Vaughn what had happened. He was red with rage and had his hands curled into fists.

"Vaughn? Vaughn, are you ok?"

"NO CHELSEA, I'M NOT OK! THAT FUCKING BASTARD RAPED YOU AND THEN TRIED TO FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU EXPECT ME TO BE FUCKING OKAY! I'M GOING TO FUCKING HUNT DOWN THAT FUCKING BASTARD AND FUCKING MURDER HIM IN HIS FUCKING SLEEP!"

I stared at him. H-he cared THAT much? Vaughn put his face in his hands. I sat upright and placed my hands on Vaughn's shoulders.

"Vaughn, calm down. I'm alive. And I know I won't die if he comes after me ever again."

He lifted his head to look me in the eye. "Why?"

I smiled. "Because I have you."

I hugged him and snuggled into his shoulder. He hugged me back and whispered in my ear. "I won't let him go near you, Chels. I promise."

"Aw, sweet."

Someone's voice sounded through the room. It was a voice I know and dreaded. Vaughn heard it too. He whipped around and his gaze landed on a man. A man with brown tousled hair and bloodshot eyes. His skin was pale and his eyes were a glowing green colour.

Dereck.