Chapter Three: Just a Normal Date?

It was the followed Saturday. November 1, to be exact. I'll remember that date forever. Sheila asked me if I'd like to come over to her house to listen to music, chat, and have a nice, light dinner and watch a rental movie. Didn't seem dangerous at the time.

It was pouring cats and dogs outside. I ran along the sidewalk to avoid as much of the rain as possible. I love the water, but not when I could possibly catch a cold from it. My jacket had a huge stain on it thanks to Kento dropping a pot of coffee on the basket of clean laundry, so I was without a jacket and thoroughly soaked.

Something didn't feel right about that night as I darted across the sidewalk. I felt a gut feeling in my stomach that I was going to have a bad night. I tried to ignore it. I was just going to Sheila's place, no big deal. So why feel awkward now?

I had brought a small satchel over as well, containing a second movie, some microwave popcorn, and my armor orbe. The jeans I was wearing didn't have any pocket (An inconvenient feature I'd failed to notice when I'd bought them) so I had to bring everything along in the satchel. I didn't think she'd mind: Besides, I was going to start being a little more independent.

As I got to one of the streets I had to cross, a car came careening down the street and one of the wheels hit a mud puddle. The next thing I knew, I was a lovely chocolate brown in color. "Oh, crap," I said. I whipped the mud from my eyes and shook my head. My satchel was clean, since it was behind me, as for the rest of my ensemble, well, I needed to get washed up.

I got to Sheila's place and knocked on the door. Shelia opened the door and screamed. "Shelia! It's me, Cye!" I said, holding my hands up.

Sheila peered at me closely. She was wearing a small, Chinese style dress that ended just a few centimeters below her butt (pink) and had bare feet. "It is you, I'd recognize those sea-green pools I adore so much anywhere!" she said. "What the heck happened to you?"

"I was walking in the rain when a car flew by and splashed me," I said.

"Well, give me your shoes and you can use our shower, all right?" she said.

"Don't you need to ask the family you're staying with-" I started.

Shelia shook her head. "Left for a weekend getaway, we got the place to ourselves, they'll never know," she said. I gulped and I gave her my now mud caked shoes. "Just put you clothes in a plastic bag and I'll get them in the washer for you, okay?" She got me a plastic bag and I accepted it.

After I got out of the shower and dried off my hair, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out. I shivered. Somehow I felt so, vulnerable, so I wrapped a second towel around my shoulders. Since the place was only one story high (Minus the basement) I saw Sheila walking over to me. "Your clothes are now in the dryer, you can go downstairs and wait for the cycle to finish up."

"How long will it take?" I asked.

"No more than an hour," she said, a small smile playfully placed on her face. Somehow I didn't trust that smile, and since my virtue is "Trust", I was weary. I trusted everyone. "It's not THAT big a deal."

I gulped. "Well, all right," I said. She grabbed on of my hands (I used the other hand to hold up my towel) and dragged me down to the cellar, which was a very small room with two doors.

Shelia smiled. "To the right is my room, the left is the laundry room. We'll go to the right for now." She opened the door and we walked in. I had never been in a girl's room before, so I don't really know how to describe it. Had a bed with green sheets in the middle, a desk, a few dressers, a small television and stereo, and a small bookshelf with a library of fiction titles. "Have a seat," said Shelia, who was sitting on her bed. She tapped the empty spot next to her and, and I half-smiled as I cautiously sat down.

"So we just wait?" I said.

"Mmm, yeah," said Shelia, looking me over. She carefully dropped the towel from my shoulder and ran a finger down my chest. "Nice build, you working out?"

"Actually, I'm a swimmer," I said.

"Ooo, they're supposed to have GREAT builds," she said.

"Uh, thanks," I said nervously. "Shelia, what are you getting at-"

Shelia pushed me down and began to kiss me. She slipped her tongue into my surprised mouth as my heart began to nervously increase its rate.

I pushed her off. "Shelia!" I said. "What was THAT all about?!"

Shelia cocked an eyebrow at me, then grinned. "What aren't you getting?"

"Shelia, what are your intentions down here?" I asked.

"To like, have sex, duh," she said giggling.

I gasped. "How can you say that!?" I said.

"What? You a virgin or something?"

"Actually, I am, I'm remaining one until I get married, so no thank you, Shelia," I said when I felt her shove me back onto the bed. She held my shoulders down.

"Do you think I care?" she said.

"Shelia, what are you doing!?" I demanded as I began to try to free my arms from her grasp.

"Come on, it'll be FUN," she said.

I shook my head vigorously. "I'm not ready, Shelia, I don't-" She covered my protest with a kiss. "Shelia, I told you I'm a virgin, I'm not ready, please, let me up."

"Fine. I'll do this the hard way," she said, pinning my hands as a psychotic smile eased itself onto her face. . .

Hours passed before Shelia was finally asleep. I looked "up" at the rope binding my wrists to one of the bars making the headrest and struggled to free myself. If she woke up, she might try that little "stunt" again. After minutes of frustration, my efforts were fruitless, and I was still tied up.

After Shelia knocked me down and said that she was going to have "fun" with me, she raped me. I don't want to go into too many details. For three hours all that I knew was the terrible, sick to my stomach feeling as she had her "fun". Tears were almost constantly streaming down my eyes. I begged her to stop. No use. She seemed to take great joy in this, happily doing her thing and clawing at my back with her sharp nails. White-hot pain streaked across my back as she scraped away layers of skin at a time. Those scars are still there today.

I heard Shelia shift as she woke up. "Oh, did I fall asleep on you?"

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I looked over at her. "No, please, not again, I can't take it!"

"Oh, I think you can!"

An hour later, she untied me and let me get my clothes. On my way over to the door (Which I was half running to), she sneaked up from behind me and wrapped her bare arms around my neck and stomach. I shuddered. "If you tell anyone about tonight, I'll kill you. I don't mean that playfully. I will seriously hunt you down and kill you so that you'll be six feet under. Got it?"

I was so shaky that she took that as a yes and walked casually back to her bed. I went into the laundry room and began to get dressed, only to hear Shelia lock door. "Hey!" I shouted. I slammed my fist into the door. "Let me out! You've had your fun, I won't tell anyone, now let me go!" The tears were welling up again. "Please, how much more do you think it's humanly possible for me to take?"

"Don't even try it, you're just gonna have to spend one night in there, let you think about why no one but us is gonna know about tonight," she said through the door. "I never said you could go home just yet."

"My friends will be curious as to why I was out so late! You're not going to get away with this, let me go!" I said, pounding on the door. Tears were pouring down my face all the while.

"After you leave tomorrow morning, I'm going to call your friends and tell them that the movie ran longer than we thought. We then fell asleep on the couch. You are to go by that story and if I hear else wise, remember, six feet under," she said. With that I was greeted by the sound of the other door slamming shut.

"Sheila, how could you?" I sobbed as I dressed in my now dry clothes. I sat on the floor and curled up into a ball, wrapping my arms around my knees as I silently wept.