Charmean's POV
It was cold. My body ached everywhere. My head throbbed in pain. I was barely awake, but as consciousness grew, I noticed something was pressing against me... It was warm and it was moving. What the hell was that? I tried to open my eyes, but it was still dark. My headache intensified. I groaned.
"Oh, that's the spirit,"
"What the hell?" I was suddenly fully awake and I realized that it was a person pressing against me.
I shuddered. I tried to move away, but moving did not agree with my rest of my body, as it ached so much. The person's arm reach around my waist and pulled me back to where I was, apparently, me moving didn't agree with him either. His hand started stroking me from waist to hip repetitively. It was then that I noticed that I was only wearing lingerie. Freaking out, I forced myself to move away from whoever the hell that was. When I got far enough, I fell onto something hard.
"Ah!" my body ached more and my headache wouldn't rest. This was not the time I wanted to be immobile. I flipped onto my stomach and tried to crawl away, but I couldn't see where I was. I didn't know where I was.
I heard a click, and suddenly, I could see, it wasn't all that dark anymore. I turned around to see where the light came from. It was a candle. 'What the hell? Am I in the middle ages or something?' The candle distracted me and in one swift movement, the person from earlier had picked me up slammed me against the wall. I winced as pain augmented. My back was to him and I felt so helpless. 'Why does this keep happening to me!' He pressed himself to me and I was squished between him and the wall. It was hard to breathe and getting away from him seemed to be becoming a dream as my physical torment (both internal and external) continued to beset me. He rubbed his right hand along my shoulder to the tips of my fingers, while his other slithered between me and the wall, playing with my breasts. I desperately tried to break away, using what little strength I had to push against the wall to get away. However, my body still wasn't complying to adding more pain to what it was already undergoing. I didn't care what my body wanted internally - I just wanted to get away from this freak! I pushed, against my pain, and slipped out from between him and the wall. I tripped and he pounced onto me. Now I was facing him and horrible realization struck me from head to toe.
"Chris..." I whispered in horror.
"You remembered," he gave me a sly grin, "you like me that much do you? Well here's some more."
He started kissing me on the neck roughly. Nightmarish memories from the incident at the pool recurred in my mind. I had no idea where I was and I was pretty sure that no one was here to save me this time. Fighting against him was even harder than lasting time, given that I was beaten with a pole prior to this assault. Still, I didn't want to be near him any more than the last time. I struggled against him and squirmed, but he just kept gripping me harder and kissing me everywhere from my jawline to my shoulder blades.
Apparently, he got tired of this limited area. He snaked his arm to my back and unclipped a hook on my bra. I was going to use this opportunity - his hands were preoccupied with my bra and now my arms were free. I put my hands up against his chest and pushed him off of me. In pain, I sprung up and ran to the door. I didn't care how stripped I was, I needed to get out. I reached for the doorknob, but to my disappointment and dread, it was locked. Chris had come back already, putting his arm around my neck, threatening to choke me, and with the other, he unfastened the rest of my bra and practically ripped it off my body.
"You're not getting away this time," he threatened.
He quickly spun me around and shoved me into the corner. He grabbed my arms and pinned them to the wall, making sure that my arms weren't free to push him off. He pressed himself to me again, breathing heavily. His hot breath on my neck gave me chills - and not the good kind. My arms were bound, so I tried kicking him away, but to no avail. His mouth was on my neck again, this time there was less kissing and more licking and sucking. He started kissing more until he made it down to my exposed breasts. Fondling it with his mouth, he looked blissfully erotic - I felt so disgusting. I tried fighting more, but god, it was getting a lot harder. Squirming and writhing were taking a lot out of me, and pain continued to shoot throughout me.
Out of nowhere, someone was knocking on the door. It distracted Chris, and I pushed him away. I ran by the bed and grabbed the blanket, and stayed in the corner farthest from Chris. Wrapping myself as much as I could, I could see Chris's anger build. He was pissed.
"Dammit! What the hell do you want?" he barked at the door.
"I just so happen to be missing a Victoria Secret matching bra and underwear! I know you have a stripper in there! Did you dress her in my stuff again?"
Shock overwhelmed me. That voice... It was Harley? How the hell do Harley and Chris know each other? Then the words that Harley had yelled through the door then sunk in. I blanched. 'WHAT?' I didn't know what was worse, the fact that I was being raped by some psycho or the fact that I was wearing Harley's lingerie!
I could've fainted right then and there, but Chris yelled back to Harley, "No! Ok! I didn't use anything of yours, you sick bastard! I never did - that was Tyler, and besides, the chick was wearing better lingerie than anything you have anyway!"
I quickly looked over to the bra on the floor across the room - it was mine... A huge relief flushed over me and I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. I wish I could still be more relieved, but I was still locked in with the psycho. Then something else hit me... Harley knows Tyler too? What the hell is going on?
"I know you're lying! I already checked with Tyler, he said practically said the same thing you did! And besides, he's not doing anyone right now! I want my stuff back NOW!" Harley yelled.
"What the hell? Go away!" Chris yelled.
"Open this door and give me my stuff! Knowing you, you've already got your freakin' prostitute in her birthday suit, so just give it to me and I'll leave!" Harley huffed.
If Chris could get anymore pissed, then I was pretty sure he did, "GO THE HELL AWAY! SHE ISN'T FUCKING WEARING YOUR CRAP!"
I know I'm in a compromising situation right now, I was almost raped by Chris (twice now), and that he could come back any moment, but I couldn't help but find this somewhat amusing - I couldn't. These people are so disturbed...
"YEAH! BECAUSE YOU ALREADY FREAKIN' RIPPED IT OFF! SO JUST GIVE IT TO ME!" I guess Harley was pissed too... Too bad he doesn't know that he's barking up the wrong tree...
"SHE DOESN'T HAVE IT!" Chris fumed.
"Fine, if that's how you're gonna be! I'll just come in myself!" Harley countered.
"It's a two way lock Harley, you aren't getting in anytime soon without my key," Chris dismissed Harley and turned around. Fear took over me once again - I knew Chris would now be taking out his seething temper on me.
I cowered in the corner as much as I could as he walked towards me, his outraged expression intimidating me enough for two lifetimes. Then, the door opened. Chris turned around in shock - Harley had opened the door.
"Bobby pins, they're life savers," Harley chuckled, slipping it back in his hair, "AH HA!" He walked into the room and picked up my bra from the floor. "I KNEW IT! YOU BIG FAT LIA-" Then he noticed that it wasn't his. Then he noticed something else, "OMG! OMG! THIS IS AN AUBADE... FROM FRANCE... THAT HASN'T EVEN BEEN RELEASED TO THE PUBLIC YET!" Harley walked over to my corner, "Where the heck did you -" and he noticed that it was me, "Omg, you're a prostitute?"
I didn't know what was more embarrassing - the fact that Harley thought I was a prostitute, the fact that Harley was admiring my bra, or the fact that the only thing shielding my nudity from my gay rival was a thin, almost transparent blanket.
Then to my horror, Chris was on me again. He started kissing me up and down, pulling away the blanket. I freaked, winced, squirmed, and desperately tried to pull the blanket back.
In between kisses, Chris mumbled, "Dammit, Harley, I don't care if you're standing there, I'm gonna do this sexy chick all night long... But I'd prefer if you leave now, since it's clear that she isn't wearing anything of yours."
I was so disgusted. I couldn't push him off of me even though he wasn't holding me down because I was trying to keep him from removing the blanket. And what's worse, Harley stood there. Great...
"Chris, get off of her, I wanna talk to her for a minute," Harley said.
"I don't give a shit what you want," Chris said, not stoping what he was doing. I tried kicking him away, but again, to no avail.
"If you let me talk to her for one minute and then I'll leave," Harley bargained.
"Ugh, fine," Chris said. "One minute," he threatened. He got off and walked to the other side of the room.
'This better not be about the bra,' I thought.
"Hey, sweetie pie, where'd you get these?" He whispered.
'It was about the bra...' I thought. He is such a weirdo... "Why should I tell you?" I whispered back.
"Because I'm you're only chance out," Harley said, "If you don't tell me, then I will leave and you will once again be alone with Chris. He'll pop your cherry you know... Well, if it hasn't popped already... judging by the stuff you wear..." he drifted off.
"FYI, I'm a virgin," I seethed, "and besides, one minute's almost up and he'll force you to leave whether or not I told you where I got that."
"So what, do you want me to leave you here?" Harley asked, knowing full well I didn't want to be here.
My eyes narrowed and I shot daggers at him. He's really getting on my nerves, "Do you know where he keeps his key?"
"Why?" He asked.
"If you help me out of here, I will tell you what you want to know," I whispered angrily.
"Yeah, I do. He keeps it under the candle," hey whispered, complying.
"You are going to kick him in the you-know-where, while I grab the key. We will both run out of the door and lock him in. Now yell thank you so that he thinks you got the info you wanted," I ordered.
"Thank you!" he grinned.
Once he turned around and walked by Chris and did what I told him to, I stood up, dashed to the candle, sliding it off the key. Ignoring my pain, I grabbed the key and ran out the door. Harley slammed the door behind me, took the key and locked it. I tightened the blanket around me. Harley practically dragged me away while Chris pounded on the door, cursing and threatening in a foul language. When Harley stopped running and let me go, we were in a room with purple walls...
"Ok! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" he jumped up and down.
'He is such a sicko,' I thought. "Give me a paper and a pen," I requested.
I wrote down a website, a coded username, and an eight digit password. When I turned around to hand it to him, he'd already ripped it from my hands and was madly typing on the computer.
My bra was on the desk next to his computer. I guess Harley still had it when we were running out the door... I walked over, took it back, walked to the other side of the room, went under the blanket, and put it back on. When I was done, I rewrapped the blanket around me.
"Hey, Harley?" I said, trying to get his attention.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Do you know where my clothes are?" I asked, extremely embarrassed.
"Yeah?" he said... He wasn't paying attention to me at all...
I walked over and pulled his ear.
"OW! WHAT?" he seethed.
"I need something to wear!" I yelled back.
"Oh, no problem," he said. He walked over to a mirrored door, slid it open to reveal a walk-in closet.
I gave him a weird look.
"What?" he asked, nonchalantly.
I peeked in the closet. On the right side, there were a whole bunch of women's clothing organized by type, color, and design... The women's clothing I expected, but I've never seen a guys closet look so... organized... Then again, I don't have gay friends... On the left was the wardrobe I've seen him wearing around in public.
"I thought the left side of your wardrobe was creepy when I saw you wearing it in public..." I muttered.
He pondered on what I told him for a while before replying, "You know, I would probably be mad at you for saying that, but I'm too busy being bubbly over the info you gave me..." He piped happily and went back to the computer.
'Please let this just be a hellish nightmare and let me wake up already!' I pleaded in my mind... nothing happened. I cursed under my breath...
I refused to enter the closet... I was way too creeped out by all of this, "Yeah, Harley... I can't wear any of these..." I said.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, "They are women's clothing."
I sweatdropped, 'he know's it's women's... doesn't he know he isn't?' I thought.
"Yeah... umm... I can't wear other people's clothing..." I said... 'especially yours... it is way bizarre, sick, and it just plain isn't gonna happen,' I thought.
"Ugh... fine... Over there," He gestured to a corner with... sixteen shopping bags... "I just got back from shopping, so go ahead and use those," he grumbled, "and don't take any accessories!"
I walked over and started looking through the bags, "Are you sure you haven't tried any of these on?" I asked, taking precautions.
Harley gave me an annoyed look, "Look, if you want to leave this place with nothing but undergarments, I suggest you take what you can."
There was a pause.
"No I didn't try them on!" he yelled... "Stupid mall employees won't let me in the dressing room..." he grumbled more.
I felt sick, having to ask from Harley... But I had to wear something. I started rummaging through the bags. All I need is a shirt and a bottom. I grabbed a regular pink tee and a white layered skirt and put them on under the blanket. When I was done, I took off the blanket and felt a little relieved.
I looked out the window to see if I could ascertain where in the world I was. But I saw nothing but a whole bunch of trees... Why would they live in the middle of a forest? I took this time to ponder on what the hell was going on... Chris, Tyler, and Harley were all on the boat... And now I've learned they all live in the same house... Figures... They are all freaks from hell. I turned around and faced the room. It made me sick - Harley has some very serious issues. Walking over to the mirror, I observed all my bruises to make sure none of them were severe. I noticed there was a disgusting hickey on my neck. I shivered. I needed to hide that somehow... As for my bruises, they were, unfortunately, severe... Misty is gonna freak. I traced my hand over my eye. There were more on my arms, right side, and left leg. What was I going to do? I would've gone back to the bags to find something that would cover me more, but I dismissed the thought, seeing as humans shouldn't be able to notice my bruises - they were pinkish after all. They blended with my skin well enough that people don't notice.
I turned around to ask Harley to lead me out of this freakish place, "Hey Harley... How do you get out of here?"
He turned around away from the computer and grimaced, "Fine, I'll take you..." There was a pause as he stared at me.
I was confused. What the hell is he looking at? I watched him closely. I saw his expression change. He realized something. What the hell is going on?
He snickered, "You should've covered up those bruises better... Cherub."
My mouth hung open. What did he say? Something was up. Instinctively, I grabbed at my knife hidden under my shirt, but then I remembered... All my belongings were taken away while I was out of it.
"That's right, Cherry. You don't have your weapons on you," he chuckled, "I can't believe Chris didn't notice before! He's the one that beat and stripped you."
What? How the hell do they know about us? Cherubs are unknown to humans! Then something in my head clicked. They aren't human. It made so much sense. Harley. Chris. Tyler. Their oh so disturbed personalities. I lunged at Harley and scratched at his face. He quickly pushed me back. I expected him to scream or something - due to me ruining his skin. But he looked back at me and smiled evilly. I watched as blood slowly oozed out of my infliction. My suspicions were confirmed. I stood up and seethed, "You are Fallen."
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Suspense! What does "Fallen" mean? You'll find out in the chapter after the next chapter! :) Tell me, did you like it? Did you not like it? I know May and Drew aren't in it, but they will be next chappy. Charmean's discovery in this chapter is important in the long run and creates some suspense... I hope! so please tell me if you hated it, or if there are spelling, grammatical, or punctual errors so I can fix this story. A writer isn't a good one without his/her readers and hopefully reviewers!