Disclaimer: This is a fictional story based on the style of VC Andrews. The basic idea is mine.

Summary: Spring is betrayed by someone very close to her.

A/N: Eh, I had this worked out a while ago. The end is coming.

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN: BETRAYED IN THE WORST WAY

Brad walked out and opened up my door for me, holding out his hand. "I hope I didn't scare you too much with that heavy stuff in the school parking lot," he said sheepishly, helping me out of the car.

"No, I just needed some time to think," I explained, still a little dazed by today's events. "You're my best friend, Brad. I think..." I paused, searching for the right words. "I'd be honored to be your girlfriend."

Brad broke into a bright smile, and leaned in, giving me a soft peck on the cheek. "Don't you worry about anything, Spring," he said, hugging me to his chest tightly. "I'll take care of you. I'll make sure no one ever hurts you again."

I pulled back from him and brushed a lock of his brown hair from his face. "How about you give me my first real kiss?"

Brad's grin widened, if that was even at all possible, and leaned forward, his eyelids drooping.

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his, wrapping my arms around his neck and sinking into the embrace.

"Spring! Get in here now!" Daddy snapped, and Brad and I separated, guiltily.

"Daddy," I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Have you no shame?" he grunted, narrowing his eyes at Brad. "Get in here now. And Bradley, go home."

I broke away from Brad, giving his hand squeeze. "I'll see you tomorrow," I whispered, and grabbed my backpack.

When I was back inside the house, Daddy slammed the door, smelling of onions.

"What was that shameless display in the middle of our driveway?" he asked, sharply, "where all the neighbors could see?"

"We weren't doing anything wrong," I fired back, stomping up the stairs, annoyed with his sudden prudence.

Daddy followed, "You were kissing that boy in broad daylight!"

"He's my friend!" I countered.

"Are you a whore like your mother?" he asked, his eyes flashing dangerously. "You know what happens to women like that!"

"Mommy wasn't a whore!" I screamed at him, kicking him in the shin, out of rage.

Daddy grabbed my arm, twisting it in his vise-like grip. "If you keep up this wanton behavior, you'll turn into a whore like your mommy was! You're no better than she was!"

I tried to twist away from him, but he wouldn't let me go. "Let go of my arm," I snapped. "You're hurting me."

Daddy didn't listen, instead, shoving me toward the bed. "So you want to be a whore like Priscilla?" Daddy pushed me onto the bed, holding me down on the mattress. "I'll show you what it's like to be a slut, Spring."

He pressed his face near mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and I tried not to throw up.

"Let me go!" I tried to push him off of me, but his heavy weight held me down.

"You look just like her," he sneered, coldly, his hands holding my arms to my sides. "You're no better than she was."

"I'm not her, Daddy! I'm not her!" I struggled to free my arms, to protect myself, but he was too determined.

"I'll show you, Priscilla, I'll show you," he muttered, forcing my legs apart. "I'll show you."

"Please, don't do this, Daddy!"

He slapped me across the face, leaving behind a throbbing welt. "Little whore. Stupid little whore."

I closed my eyes, trying to pretend myself away from this awful place. Doing what Mommy and I used to do, and make believe a special place where nothing bad could get me.

I imagined that Mommy would protect me.

As my conjured-up ghost image of Mommy made her way toward me, on the bed, a shattering pain brought me back to earth.

I began to scream, as Daddy forced his way with me. He slapped me again, and pressed his palm over my mouth, muffling my cries.

I could see the desparate look in his eyes, and I deflected my gaze to a water spot on the ceiling.

Daddy let out a loud shout, and fell over me, his warmth filling my insides like an angry storm.

I couldn't move; I was paralyzed.

As I struggled to acclimate myself with my surroundings, Daddy was thrown off of me with a sudden, strong force. Daddy was slammed into the wall, his attacker's back to me.

I quickly wrapped myself in my bedsheets, backing away from the two men.

"You son of a bitch!" The man who threw Daddy into the wall slammed his fist into his face, drawing blood.

I pressed myself against the sliding balcony door, holding the bedsheets about me, trembling like a tree in a gale.

The person who had assailed my adoptive father with a flurry of punches stood over his unconscious form and turned to look at me.

I gasped, in shock, and felt the edges of my vision crawling in on me.

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TBC

Alex