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Author's Note: Greetings once again! I come to bring you another installment of this fabulous story! I also come to bring some news regarding this story. As of right now, there are only two more chapters left. It has been a long time coming, but I am so excited to finally be concluding this story. I started it back in high school, and it's truly amazing how far my writing skill has come. Enough about me though, time to get reading! Feel free to leave a review!

Chapter 21: Too Late to Apologize?

Brittany's Point of View:

I returned home from my appointment, fixed my hair and makeup, and walked down the street to reach my destination. Before long, it was already late afternoon. I clutched my handbag tightly to my chest as I stared at the front door of the Seville household. The paint on the door was beginning to fade, and there were scuff marks on the bottom of the frame where people kicked the door open.

My stare continued to linger on the door. The more I stared at it, the less confident I felt about going through with the plan I had concocted on my way here. The plan in my head seemed easy to pull off. First, I would ring the doorbell. Dave would then answer the door and allow me to enter. I would ask to speak to Alvin where I would then invite him to go to the park with me. The park was our favorite place to be when we were kids. I figured a visit there would help to recall some lost memories.

The plan was simple enough, but when I tried to move closer to the door, my muscles would not allow it. I couldn't even ease the grip on my handbag to ring the doorbell. I shook my head violently and growled. What the hell was I thinking? I couldn't do this. This was a stupid idea, and I wasn't going to embarrass myself like this.

Quickly turning on my heel, I began my descent down the porch steps, lugging my handbag over my shoulder. I had only made it a few steps down the sidewalk when the memory of my session that morning stopped me dead in my tracks. I froze in place, thinking about what Dr. Johnson had told me. She said that avoiding your problems never solved anything. If I wanted to make the situation better, I had to face what I was afraid of.

I sighed and looked back in the direction I had come from. Damn it! Why did she have to make so much sense? I knew I couldn't avoid Alvin any longer. I had to see him. I had to find some way to make him remember me…and remember us. I took in a deep breath, turned around and made my way back to the front door.

Back where I had started, I mustered the courage to lift my hand up to the doorbell, readying myself to push the button and ring it. My hand shook as my finger neared the button, and I felt myself hesitate. I growled again, frustrated for being such a coward.

Come on! Ring the damn doorbell already! I swallowed the lump in my throat, and finally pushed the button, hearing the bell ring inside. I clutched the strap of my handbag and sighed. There was no backing out now.

Alvin's Point of View:

The day went by fast. Morning eventually turned to afternoon, and before I knew it, the sun was barely peaking over the horizon as it made its descent. I yawned quietly as tiredness began to creep into my body. All day, I had done nothing but look through scrapbooks and other various pictures, barely moving from my comfortable spot on the couch. Photos were scattered all over the small table in front of me, each image filled with memories of joy and excitement.

I observed the events captured in each picture carefully. I tried so hard to recall all the lost memories shown in each snapshot, but the more I looked at and thought about them, the more my temples pounded against my skull. It was amazing how looking at a simple photo could make you feel so frustrated. My eyes ached from staring at them for so long. I had to rub them gently to help recover the lost moisture.

Looking at the table, I picked up another picture. It was of my brothers and me, a more recent picture from the looks of it. Our long sweaters were replaced with other clothing, and our bodies appeared much taller and more built than before. Our smiling father, Dave, was setting down a birthday cake with exactly seventeen candles onto a table for us. We all smiled and waved into the camera as the picture was taken. We all seemed so happy that day. I smiled for a moment before letting out a sigh. If only I could remember this day, or any of the days captured in these photos.

Setting the picture down, I picked up another photograph. I studied it and memorized each detail. This one was of me, but I wasn't alone. The auburn-haired girl from the hospital was in the captured memory, too. We were on a huge stage together. She carried a microphone in one hand while I held an electric guitar in my own hands. I played the instrument as she sang her heart out, her head held high and her eyes closed to focus on the notes she was singing.

I found my eyes lingering over the girl more than myself. She wore a beautiful low-cut pink dress with sparkling sequins and heels to match. Her hair was done in long loose curls that reached her mid back. Her make-up was slightly heavy on the eyes, but not in a gaudy fashion. In fact, the make-up brightened her blue eyes that much more. Damn, did she look amazing in this picture…and I hated the fact that I had no recollection of ever singing with her.

I sighed deeply. It was strange how I could still remember her name…Brittany. I thought I would have forgotten it by now considering I had not seen the girl in over a week. However, it still held on the tip of my tongue.

I placed the picture back on the table and set my elbows on my lap. I let my head fall into my hands and rubbed every inch of my aching face. I groaned as the slight pain began to go away. With the soreness gone, I glanced through all the pictures in front of me. I didn't realize at first, but a large majority of them were of the auburn angel. There were pictures of us having fun at the beach; there was one of her in, what appeared to be, an Indian costume and me in a loan cloth. There was also some with us at a park, where we were feeding ducks and having picnics in the grass.

Staring at each photo, I couldn't help but wonder why I felt such a strong connection with this girl I barely knew. What was it about the blue-eyed beauty that made me feel so awkward and confused about everything? Why was she in so many of my forgotten memories? I didn't understand what drew me to her…but strangely enough…I didn't care. Looking at each memory of her made me feel happy, and I felt myself wanting to know more about her.

I let out a short breath. If only she were at the door right now. I would not hesitate to follow her anywhere she wanted to take me. I would follow her to the moon if it meant I could spend time with her.

With that thought, the doorbell rang, and I jumped a little at the sound. I sat up straight as I heard footsteps walking into the main hallway. From the couch, I could see Dave walking passed the family room entryway. Then, I heard the door open with a loud creak.

"Brittany?" I heard Dave ask.

That name had me out of my seat in no time. I wanted to move closer to the entry way, but my muscles tensed, making it impossible to move. I couldn't believe it. Was she really at the front door? Or was it just my imagination?

"H-Hey, Dave," said a fairly timid voice, which must have belonged to Brittany. "I-I'm really sorry to bother you. I hope I didn't come at a bad time."

"Oh no, not at all. Please come in."

The sound of sandals against the wooden floor caught my attention along with the closing door. In no time at all, the conversation began to pick up.

"Haven't seen you in a while, Brittany," Dave said. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," she replied politely. "I've just been busy trying to figure things out."

"You mean with Alvin?"

There was a moment of silence before I heard a light sigh. "Yeah…" the auburn haired chipette answered. "How is he?"

"He's about the same," Dave answered back. "He's been looking at scrapbooks and photo albums all day, but that hasn't seemed to jog his memory at all."

"Oh…" Brittany's response seemed to trail off, a trace of sadness in her weakening voice.

Hearing her depressed tone, I felt the urge to walk out of the family room and walk into the hallway. I wanted to my arms around the girl and hold her close to me. I wanted to comfort her in any way I possibly could. I didn't know why, but hearing the strange girl sound unhappy made me feel terrible.

"Hey," Dave continued. "It'll be okay. If I know Alvin, he will have his memory back sooner than you think. After all, he's not one to just quit."

Another pause followed. "Yeah," I heard Brittany say, "I suppose your right, Dave. I can't lose faith. Not now."

"Good. So, was there something you needed, Brittany?"

"Well…I-I wanted to ask Alvin something."

"Oh, sure, of course. He's just in the next room."

Dave shouted my name, indicating that our guest had come to see me. My throat went dry and my muscles began to go numb as I thought about what I would say when I saw the auburn angel. Would I give her a causal greeting? Would I hug her? God, what was I supposed to do? She was a stranger to me yet I never felt closer to her. I groaned quietly and shook my head. I couldn't just stand around all day thinking. I had to go see her.

Quickly shaking out my legs, I slowly made my way out of the family room and entered the entryway of the house. Dave and the auburn angel stood at the front door, just a few feet away from me. With my eyes locked on Brittany, all I could do was stare at her intoxicating beauty. She wore a snug jean skirt that reached her mid-thigh and a solid light blue v-neck shirt with a pair of tan sandals to match. Her hair was done in curls, pulled back by few bobby pins, and her make-up was lightly done, a fairly dark shade of blush covering her cheeks.

Looking at her, she was a vision of loveliness; more beautiful than anyone I had ever seen. My heart beat at an incredible rate, and I couldn't help but contemplate my feelings at this very moment. Why did I suddenly feel so sweaty, and why was my throat getting dryer by the minute?

"Alvin?"

I broke out of my trance and looked over at my father who had apparently called my name. Shaking my head, I replied hoarsely, "Oh…uh…I'm sorry. I was…distracted."

I coughed and turned my attention back at Brittany, a warm smile on her face. I guess something I had said amused her. She had a pretty smile; it was a smile you could lose yourself in. Looking at her again, my heart rate continued to increase at an alarming rate.

"Alvin, do you remember Brittany from the hospital?" Dave asked.

"Oh…yeah," I stuttered, attempting to moisten my mouth. "H-Hey."

"Hi…" she sighed back.

A pause formed between us as we stared into each other's eyes. At that moment, nothing else in the world mattered. We were the only two in the room and that was all we needed.

"Well," Dave said, breaking the silence between us. "I'll be in the other room if you need me."

I heard his quiet footsteps but didn't bother to look away. I studied Brittany's face closely, trying to memorize every detail and admiring her subtle beauty. God, she looked amazing in that skirt.

I tried to speak, but my dry mouth made me sound sick. I coughed again and tried to create enough saliva to talk normally.

"So…" I thought of the right words to say. "It's good to see you again."

I mentally kicked myself. What kind of greeting was that? I could have done so much better.

However, the smile on her face indicated my greeting sufficed. "It's good to see you, too," she replied.

I watched as she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and let her eyes wander all over the room. She appeared very nervous for some reason, I couldn't really understand why.

After a short break in conversation, she took a breath and began to speak again. "So…Alvin…"

"Hmm?" That was all I could get out of my mouth.

"I…um…I-I was just wondering…if you would like to come to the park with me?"

I was a little taken aback by the question. "The…park?"

"Yeah…it's…sort of a place we like to hang out," she explained. "When we were younger, we would go there all the time. I was thinking maybe a visit there might help with your memory…"

She trailed off before finishing her thought. "That is…if you would like to come that is. I don't want you to think I'm pushing you or anything."

A blush appeared in her cheeks as she looked away. "So…what do you say? Would you like to come with me?"

At that, I was surprised to find every bone in my body screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I had no memory of a park or spending any time with the girl in front of me, but for reasons unknown, I had a strong desire to spend time with her at the park just so I could be in her presence. It was the strangest feeling, but it also made my heart feel whole.

Not sure how to respond, I called out to Dave. "Um…Dave?" I shouted, "Brittany invited me to go to the park. Is it okay if I go with her?

I watched as Dave suddenly poked his head into the room. I waited patiently for an answer as I prayed that he would respond positively.

"Sure," Dave answered, "Just don't stay out too late."

"I won't keep him long, Dave," Brittany replied before looking back at me. "So…are you ready?"

Looking down to make sure I had shoes on, I sighed when I realized I did. I didn't want to waste a single minute that I could be spending time with Brittany. "Yeah, I guess so," I answered. "I'll be back soon, Dave."

"Just be careful," he said as we made our way over to the front door. Brittany was first to open it and exit the house. Following her, I passed through the door and closed it shut, walking down the small steps in front of the house and down the small path. Brittany kept a steady pace as she made it to the sidewalk, and I found myself matching her speed. In no time, we were walking side by side down the street.

The walk was quiet, neither of us uttering a single word the entire time. In the silence, I took the opportunity to glance at her out of the corner of my eye. This time, I noticed her tiny waist and incredibly sexy, slender legs. Her body could drive any man crazy, and I found myself sweating underneath my t-shirt. Part of me wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked. Yet, as much as I wanted to say something to her, I couldn't find the words to say.

Luckily, I didn't have to say anything when she finally broke the ice between us. "So…um…" she began as she turned to look at me. "How does it feel to be back home?"

I cleared my throat before looking her way and answering the question. "It's…nice, I guess…I mean, I don't really remember much about living there…but it's comfortable."

"That's good," She responded.

Another pause filled the space around us as we turned the corner onto the next street. With the sun descending and the moon rising, the only sound between us was the sound of crickets chirping. She quickly looked away towards the passing houses. I could feel my cheeks warming up when I realized I must have been staring at her. I looked away and scratched the back of my head. Why did everything about this feel so awkward? I mean…here I was walking with this amazing girl that I had no memory of, and I could barely form a coherent sentence.

I cleared my throat again. "So…uh…" I mumbled as I quickly thought of a question to ask. "How have you been?"

I looked in her direction to find her looking at me with a confused expression. "I-I mean…" I went on. "I haven't seen you since your visit to the hospital, so…I just wanted to know how things are…you know…with you."

Finishing my sentence, she turned her head forward, appearing shy towards the question. "I've been okay," she answered shortly after. "I've been busy, but okay all the same."

Finding nothing else to say, I simply replied, "That's good."

The rest of the walk was spent in silence. Before I even knew it, we had made it to an open field of grass, which I assumed was the park she had been referring to at the house.

"Well, this is it," she said as if she had read my mind and confirmed my thoughts.

She then walked into the park, and I looked around the area as I followed behind. The grass was neatly cut and fresh, and there was a pathway that circled around the area for those who enjoyed walking or running. Benches were located in a few places around the path, flowers planted by them to give the area a more lively appearance. Large trees towered over the park, providing shade for anyone who wanted to take refuge from the heat. There was even a jungle gym for the younger kids to play on. Overall, it seemed like a peaceful and quiet place, especially near sunset.

Without another word, the auburn chipette and I began to follow the path, walking a few laps around the park all while she told me stories about the area. Most of the stories consisted of the times we spent playing here as children. She told the story of the time we raced each other around the park on our roller blades. She also talked about how we would run to the playground and hang upside down on the monkey bars. Apparently, we would always compete to see who would get dizzy and climb off first.

What was strange was that I found myself laughing at each tale, each one sillier than the next. Before long, I would anticipate the events of the next story. I smiled as I continued to listen to the auburn beauty talk. It seemed as if we were an inseparable pair, despite the fact a good majority of our time together was spent challenging one another. Even though I had no recollection of our time at the park, it was nice to hear her talk, mostly because I loved the sound of her voice.

"Oh and this," she pointed as we passed a huge tree. "This is where I bet you five dollars that you couldn't make it to the top. You won the money. However, a bunch of people had to come to your rescue because you didn't realize you were afraid of heights."

As she started to giggle from the story, I found myself chuckling along with her. Not only did she have a sweet voice, her laugh was so contagious and bubbly. It made me happy to hear her laugh like that. As she finished telling her stories, we found a bench and decided to take a seat. I looked out towards the horizon to find the sun setting farther in the distance. The sky became an aurora of colors. It was a pretty spectacular view; one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Well, to be honest, it was not nearly as amazing as the blue-eyed girl sitting next to me.

Shifting my eyes to get a better look at her, I noticed Brittany staring intensely at the sunset, her eyes squinting slightly from the rays. The small smile that had been there seconds ago had disappeared, and a light sigh escaped her pinkish lips. I turned my head towards her as she looked down at her feet. She seemed to be avoiding my stare completely, and I couldn't help but wonder why she was so silent all of a sudden. Her eyes clenched tightly as if she were thinking hard about something. At that moment, I had to know what was bothering her.

Brittany's Point of View:

I stared out towards the horizon, taking in the amazing sunset in front of me. I squinted my eyes as the remaining sunlight shined onto my face. Though it was a wonderful view, my mind was not very focused on the scene before me. Instead, my thoughts wandered and replayed every single moment that had happened in the last couple of months from Alvin's phone call to today. I just couldn't figure out how our relationship it could have ended up in such a mess. I wanted to understand why all of this had to happened to us, and why things couldn't just go back to the way they were before.

I let out a short breath of air as I looked down towards the ground and closed my eyes. The worst of my thoughts had come to me, and I couldn't help but question whether Alvin would ever remember the times we had spent together. Sure, I had just spent the evening walking around our favorite place and telling stories, but deep down, I knew that those memories would always just be stories to him. They would just be silly stories with no meaning what so ever. No matter what I did, it would be a lose-lose situation. It was an awful feeling to have, and it took all my strength to choke back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes.

A voiced startled me from my thoughts. "Is…something wrong?" I heard Alvin ask worriedly.

Swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat, I rubbed my face lightly and shifted my head up. "N-No…um…I-I'm fine…" I struggled to get the words out of my mouth, and I quickly cleared my throat and looked away, embarrassed by my response.

"You don't seem fine," he stated. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips into a hard line, letting out another breath of air through my nose. Should I really be telling him how I feel? What would be the point in explaining my feelings to him? He would never understand.

"Please talk to me?" he begged in the saddest voice I had ever heard.

I released another breath and turned my head back to look at him. Taking in his facial features, he seemed so heartbroken, which was very surprising to me. Having no memory of me, I thought he wouldn't really give a damn about me. Yet here he was, staring at me with the most pitiful look I had ever seen in my life. How could I not tell him everything?

"I-It's…It's just…" I continued to struggle with my words as I tried to form a complete sentence without choking on the lump in my throat. It took a moment to collect myself but I finally finished, "It's just that…I-I miss the way things use to be…I mean…before any of this ever happened."

Watching Alvin's expression, I could tell he was a little confused by my words, so I continued, wiping a tear from my face. "I-I know you don't remember…but a few years ago…we used to be best friends. We literally did everything together."

"Well," Alvin said scratching his arm, "from the stories you told me, we did seem pretty inseparable."

"Yeah…but once you and I started making our own music…you just kind of…disappeared from my life. You never called or text me…you just forgot me. I was so angry with you for what you did, and for a while…I stayed angry. My anger prevented me from seeing the truth…and I pushed you away."

I let out another sigh. "I know this won't mean anything to you but…I'm so sorry, Alvin. I'm sorry for being so stubborn and unwilling to listen to you. I didn't mean for any of this to happen…and I wish I could take it all back."

With nothing more to say, I couldn't hold in my emotions anymore. A sob escaped my lips without warning, and tears began to run down my cheeks. I let my head drop into my hands as I let out all the pain I kept inside for last two months. My eyes swelled and my nose ran. I cried long and hard for the friend I had lost and for the love I would never have.

I knew I was probably acting pathetic and weak, but I didn't care. At that moment, my hope was draining, because even after all the retelling of memories, Alvin still didn't remember me. The thought of Alvin never remembering me made me weep even more. How could I possibly live with myself after everything I had done?

Suddenly, a feeling of warmth surrounded me. I gasped as strong arms wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me into a tight, firm embrace. My right cheek laid against the smooth fabric of a t-shirt. Though tears still fell down my face, my sobs came to an end. I couldn't believe what was happening. Alvin was hugging me. I blinked in confusion as his grip tighten around me. My breathing began to slow, and my cheeks began to dry.

The silence was broken when Alvin began to speak, "Please." His voice was soft. "I…I can't stand to see you like this."

He continued to hold me close to his chest. "I may not remember anything about myself, or about you…but the last thing I want is to see you cry. It…It hurts too much."

At his touch, I could feel my eyes close and my shoulders relax. My heart pounded hard inside my chest. My arms slowly wrapped around his waist. My breathing soon returned to normal, and my cheeks finally dried. I don't know how long we held each other like that, but it didn't matter to me. It had been a long time since I had been this close to the man I loved, and nothing on this planet was going to ruin this perfect moment.

After what seemed like eternity, I could feel Alvin's grip loosening around me. I took that as my cue to let go as well. We moved away from each other so that we could see each other's faces. Looking at that gorgeous face, I had never been more in love. If only he could remember how much he loved me, too.

"I…" I said hoarsely. "I must look awful."

He took his thumb and rubbed away the remaining moisture on my face. "No," he answered. "You look beautiful."

My cheeks flushed at that compliment, and the corners of my mouth turned to a smile. He took my hands in his and lightly squeezed them, letting me know everything was okay. All I could do was stare into those beautiful icy-blue eyes and get lost in his mesmerizing gaze.

"Look…" He started. "It's like I said earlier. I know I don't remember much about anything…but I do know that being with you…it makes me feel strange."

I furrowed my brow in confusion, wondering what he meant by "strange." He must have sensed my misunderstanding because he quickly added. "I don't mean that in a bad way. It's just that…there's just something about you that makes me feel as if nothing in the world matters. It's like we are the only two people on the planet, and even though these feelings don't make any sense to me…they make me feel…happy."

My eyes widened in shock after listening to the chipmunk's words. I couldn't believe that even with his memory gone, he still felt that there was something between us. Was it even possible that he remembered his feelings for me? Was this a sign that he was starting to regain his memory? Without even realizing it, my smile had grown bigger, which he seemed to return without any hesitation.

"I really hope that my memory comes back soon," he said honestly. "I would…really like to know what these feelings are."

My smile never fell as I listened to those words. "I hope your memory comes back, too," I replied. With that said, I looked up to the sky to see the sun nearly gone. I turned back to look at Alvin. "It's getting late. We should get going."

Alvin nodded his head slowly as we stood from the bench. I was surprised to see that our hands were still cupped together, neither of us wanting to let go of the other. I smiled at him, and he continued to smile back. Soon, we were making our way out of the park.

The walk was quiet, but it was no longer an awkward silence. Instead, it was a comfortable, "enjoying each other's company" kind of silence, which made me feel very content. I could feel Alvin's hand squeezing just a little tighter around mine, the warmth making the chill on my skin disappear.

Soon, we had reached the park exit, but upon taking that first step, I looked at my person and realized that something was missing. "Oh, damn it," I cursed.

"What's wrong?" Alvin asked looking at me worriedly.

"I left my handbag under the bench," I explained. "I need to go get it."

"Do you need me to come with you?" Alvin gripped my hand tighter, but even with the grasp I freed my hand from his without any issue.

"No, it's fine," I answered. "I can get it myself. Just wait here, and I'll be right back."

Replying with a quick nod, I turned on my heel and began jogging back into the park. My pace was steady as my feet grazed the grass. It took a couple of minutes but I finally made it back to the bench where Alvin and I had sat moments ago. My handbag should have been under the bench, but after squatting down for a better look, I found that my bag was missing.

"What the hell?" I mumbled as I continued my search. "I know I left it right here. There's no way it just disappeared."

"Looking for something?"

The voice made me jump out of my skin. Chill bumps cover every inch of my arms. When I stood up and looked to see the cause of the sound, my heart stopped and my breath hitched in my throat. My eyes grew wide as I saw the figure standing before me, the bag dangling from his hand in a teasing manner. I must have been dreaming. There was no way he could be here, not after nearly two months of hiding.

I closed my eyes and counted to three, hoping that it was all just a terrible hallucination. Unfortunately, when I opened my eyes, I realized that those chocolate brown eyes staring back at me were not figments of my imagination.

"Oh, shit," I cursed under my breath.

Dropping the bag by his feet, Colin took a couple of steps toward me, an evil grin on his face. "Hello, Brittany," he maniacally said. "Miss me?"

My breathing quickened and my chest madly heaved in and out. I couldn't believe that after all this time, he was standing right in front of me. As much as I wanted to be angry at him, I felt more frightened than anything else. I knew what he was capable of, and I knew that he didn't come here for small talk.

My speech was uncontrollable as I began backing away slowly. "No…I-It can't be...I-I mean…h-how did you…where did you…?"

"Oh, you can't get rid of me that easily, sweetheart," he said walking towards me. "As much as it pained me to leave you, I knew it was only a matter of time before I saw your pretty face again."

"You arrogant slime ball! Don't come any closer or I'll…"

"You'll what?" he defended quickly and chuckled. "You'll beat me up? How cute. The little slut thinks she has a chance of defending herself. Poor, poor Brittany…I think we both know that there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"You stay away from me, you son of a bitch!" I screamed as loud as I could, hoping that there was someone nearby to hear what was happening.

With my scream, Colin took quick steps to close the distance between us. I returned the motion by backing up even more. However, I eventually ran into the trunk of a tree, where he trapped me. He closed the distance and grabbed my neck with his big hand. His waist pushed against mine, causing sheering pain in my hips and lower back. He tightened his grip on my neck, which made me choke and gasp for air.

"I would watch my filthy little mouth if I were you," he sneered. "It's going to make this situation very difficult if you scream again."

His grip continued to tighten. "Now, listen carefully…we are going to finish what we started two months ago whether you like it or not. Like I said, I'm the master of getting laid, whether bitches like you want it or not, and I'm not leaving until I get some of that pussy you're hiding from me."

Without a second thought, his free hand traveled down to the hem of my skirt. "N-N-No…" I choked. "S-S-S-top…P-P-Please…"

"Shut the hell up," he replied uncaringly has he lifted my skirt up. "You even think about screaming, I'll kill you right here with my bare hands. Do you understand me?"

He pulled my underwear down as tears began to fall down my face, and my vision began to blur from the lack of oxygen. I knew what was coming…but this time…there would be no one to rescue me.