Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy.

Warning! Mentions of unwanted sexual harm!

Chapter 13- Dream

"If he's half fish then why does he have a vest on him?"

"My overprotectiveness won't allow me to let him take it off." I sat matter of factly. He chuckled.

"That's a good reason."

Then Dimitri asked a question that made me freeze. "Maybe he got that from his father."

I gave him shaky smile. "Yeah, maybe." I turned and looked at Zak, hoping Dimitri would drop it. I do not know what he saw on my face but he did. Both of us sat in silence, until Adrian and Sydney joined us in our little corner.

I helped entertained the babies, making faces at them and making them laugh. We spent the whole day at the pool, having Baba go in a get a few pizzas for us to eat when it was lunch and dinner. We did not get out until the pool was going to close at nine.

Zak, even if he had all this energy at the pool, when we were riding back he fell asleep with his head on my shoulder. Everyone bid each other good night and I carried Zak in the house, changing him out of his bathing suit into warm dry clothing. I went ahead and took a shower then went to bed.

When I woke up, it was black, pitch black and quiet almost a little too quiet. Zak snores slightly in his sleep and it was scaring me that I couldn't hear him. I tried to sit up but I was tied to the bed. I knew that by the way, I was yanking on my arms and they were restrained. I also knew it was a bed by the comfort of a soft mattress. Then I noticed why I could not see anything, a blind fold was on me.

"Well. Well. Well. Isn't it the whore?" I tensed. I knew that voice, but it could not be him. He was just in here; he had his fun it was time to leave me alone. He always did, I didn't know how long he left me alone.

"Wh-where's Zak?" I questioned in fear, hoping he had not done anything to him.

"Who?"

"Z-Zak."

"I don't know this Zak. However, is he a boyfriend? Because if he is-" He was cut off by my screams. He hit me, hard; I fit liquid flow down from where he hit me. Blood, I realized. I didn't know what he was hitting me with but of course, it would be something that caused me to bleed each time. "You're a bigger whore than I thought." He finished as I whimpered.

He placed something against my neck, this time I knew what it was. A knife, its cold hard metal was pressed hard against me.

"It's been a while." He commented, running it down my body. Slicing every couple of inches. I bit my lip to stop from screaming. "Days, actually."

He sighed the knife left my body. "Stupid cops. Just don't know when to leave things alone."

I could hear his footsteps, but I couldn't tell if they were going away from me or just moving to a different spot on my body. He then grabbed one of my breast and squeezed as hard as he could. I sucked in a breath in pain tears fell from my face. I refused to scream, knowing that was what he wanted.

He growled in anger, releasing my breast. "Scream! Damn it!"

With that, he sliced a stomach a couple times, taking his time with each one. I was biting my lip so hard I could taste the blood in my mouth. It felt like he was writing something, with the way the knife was moving against my skin. Don't scream. Don't scream. I chanted in my head.

"I'm going to get you to scream, if it's the last thing I do." Footsteps sounded again, then stopped and clinking of metals as he was probably looking for something.

"This would do." I heard him mumble, again his footsteps and this time I could tell they were coming towards me. The bed screamed in protest as I felt the bed dip with his weight. He straddled my legs. He didn't make any noise, I wasn't even sure he was breathing. I couldn't feel my breathing get faster, from not knowing what was going to happen. Not knowing what he was going to do.

I could feel his body lean forward. He took off my blindfold bright light filled the room. I looked around the room; it looked like a torture chamber. Like the ones, you see in movies. I turned to look at him. He was wearing a ski mask, but I could tell his eyes were green. Almost like Lissa, but more pale. In addition, the fact that Lissa's eyes always held happiness and friendliness, his did not. His looked like a mad man, even a crazy man.

I looked to see what was in his hands. It looked almost like a wrench, except for the fact that it was square. I watched as he placed it around my breast and tightened it, to the point where it hurt.

He stopped when he heard me whimper. "Does that hurt?" With more tears in my eyes, I nod. He gave an approving smile, before he tightened it a couple more times than did the same with my other breast. Then he pulled, I screamed.

"ROSE!" I heard someone was shaking me. I tried moving away, but they kept me where I was.

"Rose! Wake up! It's just a dream!" When I heard dream, I knew it couldn't be true because that had actually happened. Except it had only gotten more painful from that point. I opened my eyes to see my father. He was bending over; this was a lot because even being 5' 7" I had to crawl to hit inside the room. He was taller than I was and I knew it was slightly hurting him to be in his room. I looked around to find Zak in near tears. I reached for him and he jumped in my arms.

"I was so scared, mommy." He mumbled into my neck.

"I'm sorry."

"I woke up to screaming." Baba began. "Zak was already trying to wake you up. But you wouldn't. And you were shaking badly."

I nod my head, I felt worse for scaring Zak so badly. "Rose, its morning the kids should be here in minute. Do you want to just to the room I've been using to spend the day? Calm down some?"

"Yes, Baba. That would be nice." I commented. I looked up, with tears of my own in. He gave me a small smile and we all crawled out of the room. Zak didn't want to leave, me so we stayed in dad's room with my arms wrapped around him to calm him down.

I nevered had a dream like that since he was born, he never seen me with that type. I usually just whine, but scream. Bab seemed to understand what my dream was about and didn't ask questions. He simply shut the bedroom door and started to fix breakfast.

Zak's own crying seemed to settle into whimpers and then snores filled the room. He had cried himself to sleep. I put my face into his hair, smelling the chlorine from the day before. I don't know why but having him and that smell calm me down enough to fall back asleep.