~~
"You are a very beautiful girl Sydney. Did you know that?"
"Please. Don't."
"I want you Sydney."
"Please. Don't."
"I need you Sydney."
"Please. Don't."
"I have to Sydney."
"No. You don't."
"Yes. I do. I definitely do."
She could feel him inside her.
"Tell me you love me Sydney."
"No. Please No."
"Tell Me!"
"I love you."
"Good girl."
"Tell me you need me Sydney."
"I need you Sark."
"Very good girl."
And then it was over.
~~
That horrible time replayed in her head nearly every night on her eyelids' hidden filmstrip. She couldn't stop it. It was never-ending. She wanted nothing more than it to end. Her worst fear was that it may never end. It was like experiencing it over and over again. And it hurt her. So much, that she couldn't even say. She wanted it to end. Nothing could save her from it. Not her father. Not Michael. Not Anyone. Because it had already happened. And you can't take something back that is in the past. You can only forget about the past and think about the future. But it wasn't that easy. Whoever said it was has never been raped.
And that was only half of it. Sark was still free. He should be in a jail cell for what he has done, but instead, he is running about having a jolly old time without a care in the world. He needs to pay. He HAS to pay.
How could he be so cruel as to tell her, after all that has happened to her because of him, that he wants the poor, defenseless little life living inside of her.
And even worse, her father was going to give it to him. He insists on giving the man she despises exactly what he wants. Even though he knows it would kill her. Even though he knows he is betraying her.
Everything was just getting way too screwed up for her to handle.
"Hey baby." Vaughn walked in, bouquet in hand. He seemed to cheery for the current situation. It made Sydney mad. how could he feel happy when she felt so horrible. Their world was crumbling before their eyes and yet he seemed unaffected.
She made no comment.
"What's wrong Syd?" Vaughn sought.
"How can you act like that at a time like this?!" She lashed out. She knew she shouldn't have, but the words had left her mouth with a certain weight that begged her to let go of.
"Sydney. I... We..well, I just finished talking with your father. And well,..he , you know his opinion of this...situation.." Vaughn rambled.
"And?!" Sydney spittily urged.
"Well, we have a plan. It can make everything better, if it goes correctly. But it is very risky. And I mean very risky."
"Please explain?"
"Sydney." Vaughn eyed the room carefully, "Not here, please." He halted.
"When do I get out of here?" Sydney questioned.
"Your dad is working on it. He should be back in a second."
About 2 minutes later, Jack calmly strode through the dull, off-white door with a look of satisfaction on his face. "The doctors believe Sydney can leave today. In fact, we are leaving right now. All the paperwork has been filled out. All that is needed is a wheelchair, and we're free." Jack too seemed too buoyant for the circumstances.
But Sydney decided it would be best if she just played along.
"That's great!" Sydney promptly rose from the bed and slipped into the wheelchair Vaughn rolled up beside her.
They were finally off. But their journey was really just beginning. Only time would tell what was in store for the Bristow and Vaughn families. Little did they realize what kind of journey they were really embarking on. Maybe, if they had known then, they might have never even attempted it. It was to be a journey more difficult than any of the past. It would be one that, if not completed, would most definitely destroy any family bond each person might have shared with another, it would be more tragic than the worlds end. 'Cause heaven knows, nothing is worse than a mother on a mission, especially when accompanied by her lover and father and faced with her own mother and unwanted lover. Everything will clash.
A/N: Okay, so I know that last part might have been a little weird, but I just wanted to stir it up a bit. Heheheheehehe.
"You are a very beautiful girl Sydney. Did you know that?"
"Please. Don't."
"I want you Sydney."
"Please. Don't."
"I need you Sydney."
"Please. Don't."
"I have to Sydney."
"No. You don't."
"Yes. I do. I definitely do."
She could feel him inside her.
"Tell me you love me Sydney."
"No. Please No."
"Tell Me!"
"I love you."
"Good girl."
"Tell me you need me Sydney."
"I need you Sark."
"Very good girl."
And then it was over.
~~
That horrible time replayed in her head nearly every night on her eyelids' hidden filmstrip. She couldn't stop it. It was never-ending. She wanted nothing more than it to end. Her worst fear was that it may never end. It was like experiencing it over and over again. And it hurt her. So much, that she couldn't even say. She wanted it to end. Nothing could save her from it. Not her father. Not Michael. Not Anyone. Because it had already happened. And you can't take something back that is in the past. You can only forget about the past and think about the future. But it wasn't that easy. Whoever said it was has never been raped.
And that was only half of it. Sark was still free. He should be in a jail cell for what he has done, but instead, he is running about having a jolly old time without a care in the world. He needs to pay. He HAS to pay.
How could he be so cruel as to tell her, after all that has happened to her because of him, that he wants the poor, defenseless little life living inside of her.
And even worse, her father was going to give it to him. He insists on giving the man she despises exactly what he wants. Even though he knows it would kill her. Even though he knows he is betraying her.
Everything was just getting way too screwed up for her to handle.
"Hey baby." Vaughn walked in, bouquet in hand. He seemed to cheery for the current situation. It made Sydney mad. how could he feel happy when she felt so horrible. Their world was crumbling before their eyes and yet he seemed unaffected.
She made no comment.
"What's wrong Syd?" Vaughn sought.
"How can you act like that at a time like this?!" She lashed out. She knew she shouldn't have, but the words had left her mouth with a certain weight that begged her to let go of.
"Sydney. I... We..well, I just finished talking with your father. And well,..he , you know his opinion of this...situation.." Vaughn rambled.
"And?!" Sydney spittily urged.
"Well, we have a plan. It can make everything better, if it goes correctly. But it is very risky. And I mean very risky."
"Please explain?"
"Sydney." Vaughn eyed the room carefully, "Not here, please." He halted.
"When do I get out of here?" Sydney questioned.
"Your dad is working on it. He should be back in a second."
About 2 minutes later, Jack calmly strode through the dull, off-white door with a look of satisfaction on his face. "The doctors believe Sydney can leave today. In fact, we are leaving right now. All the paperwork has been filled out. All that is needed is a wheelchair, and we're free." Jack too seemed too buoyant for the circumstances.
But Sydney decided it would be best if she just played along.
"That's great!" Sydney promptly rose from the bed and slipped into the wheelchair Vaughn rolled up beside her.
They were finally off. But their journey was really just beginning. Only time would tell what was in store for the Bristow and Vaughn families. Little did they realize what kind of journey they were really embarking on. Maybe, if they had known then, they might have never even attempted it. It was to be a journey more difficult than any of the past. It would be one that, if not completed, would most definitely destroy any family bond each person might have shared with another, it would be more tragic than the worlds end. 'Cause heaven knows, nothing is worse than a mother on a mission, especially when accompanied by her lover and father and faced with her own mother and unwanted lover. Everything will clash.
A/N: Okay, so I know that last part might have been a little weird, but I just wanted to stir it up a bit. Heheheheehehe.