[Note: I am soooo sorry for the space in updates. I will try my best not to let it happen again. I hope you enjoyed 11 and I hope you enjoy all of those to come. Also, warning, there will be some offensive language in this chapter. Please review and give me some feedback. Thank you.] The Come Back Chapter Twelve

Pelle stayed there for a moment, hand pressed to the door, letting herself breathe again. Amy was the one who came and took a gentle hold on her arm. Amy had always been the perky, excitable one. The grip was gentle but she nearly dragged Pelle on a tour of the house. They'd changed a lot. The living room was bigger and done in bright shades of white and gold now, right down to the white shag carpet.

Pelle's bedroom was still on the bottom floor, a door in the middle of the short hallway between the living room and kitchen. It was different now though. They put in shag carpet in a soft tan hue. The walls were done in a nice purple color that looked like it changed according to time of day or temperature. The drapes were as close to gold as they could be without shining but the bed was dressed in a shade that wasn't as modest.

The kitchen and bathrooms were clean and bigger too. They were all done in cheery, light granites and tile. The wood never drifted darker than medium shades. Her sister's bedrooms weren't much different than her own. Amy's done in shades of pink and white. Rae's done in soft greens and a chocolate brown. Their parents had retreated to their room and it was deemed off limits.

Amy retreated to her room for the night and Pelle went to shower. She washed her hair and left it alone to curl this time. She'd put on a t-shirt and stretch pants instead of pajamas, she'd given up on the idea of sleep tonight. She parked herself in front of the TV and stayed there until Ruffles went scratching at the door. It was almost midnight and the house was quiet. She let him out into the back yard and thankfully he'd only had to tinkle. It was quick with less clean up required.

She stood and waited for him to finish and as he trotted back up the stairs she caught a glimpse of movement next-door. She glanced up and saw Bobby standing there. He looked like he'd turned to go back inside. Now he'd turned to look at her. His eyes were squinted so that nothing could be read in them and his face was twisted into somewhat menacing lines.

Pelle's own face hadn't been particularly friendly, but it softened after a moment of staring. She turned and opened the door for Ruffles and glanced back at him before slipping inside as well. The little dog curled up on a spot on the living room floor and closed his eyes. Pelle turned off the TV and the lights before shuffling off to her bedroom.

She slid up onto her bed and brought her knees up to her chest. She'd stared blankly at the wall opposite her but it was when she made a move to turn over and attempt sleep that she spotted movement outside of her window. She stood again and ventured out into the dark living room and straight to the door.

Pelle could hear someone shuffling around in the yard as she unlocked the door and again, without looking she opened it. Only this time it meant trouble for her. There was a man standing in the front yard and by the time her eyes made since of him standing there in the dim porch light, he had a rifle pointed at her. She made a move to go back inside. "Don't you fuckin move," he spat, " Shut the door and get your ass out here. You make a sound and I'll paint this pretty little house of yours with your brains, bitch."

She did what he said and stepped closer. He pointed the gun with one arm and used the other in a beckoning gesture. She came within his reach and he darted the arm out and grabbed her by the neck. He squeezed tight enough to make her cough and laughed at her while her eyes watered. "Been waiting for you for a long time," he whispered, he leaned in and licked along her neck, "Leena never told me how pretty you were. Think I'll fuck you some before I finish your ass off."

She went to run but his grip on her neck on tightened enough to make the world spin. He lifted her off of the ground to bring her up to his eye level and shook her some. Her arms went numb and limp momentarily. She was loosing consciousness and the knowledge of that and what he intended to do to her when she awoke made her panic. She began to scream but they only came out as squeezed, strained squeals. He shook her again and this time everything went black.

She lashed out with her legs and kicked him hard in the thigh, just below his man bits. His grip loosened and she got some air. She could see again and had a little feeling in her right arm, and with it she swung it up and clawed him across the eye. He let her go and screamed, stumbling over to the gate. She took a couple of breaths to ease the numbness and then drew one long one.

He saw what she meant to do and came sprinting towards her, limping slightly. It was too late. She let out a scream so loud that it made her ears ring and her throat hurt. She was still numb so the most she could do was crawl away from him but he caught her and locked the barrel of the rifle against the front of her throat with both hands. "Stupid bitch, he cursed, mouth so close that he spit on her face.

He lifted her up and she couldn't breathe for another scream. She hung there kicking and squirming until she was too weak to do much of either and the darkness began swallowing the light again.