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Chapter Twenty-One:

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"I had a really good time today, Gordo." Lizzie said, over the phone.  It was later in the night, and the two were sharing their customary phone call before bed.

"Me, too. And – I can't apologize adequately for what happened today."

"Listen, you've apologized and I accepted. It's no big deal because you understood me reasons and didn't push me into anything. So, stop feeling sorry because you didn't do anything wrong."

"You're incredible, McGuire. Don't ever forget that."  He smiled.

"You're not so bad yourself." She responded, and then yawned. "I better get going, I'm really tired. I'll see you tomorrow sometime?"

"Definitely. Love you, Angel"

"Love you too, Gordo. Night." After he wished her a goodnight, she hung up the receiver and prepared herself for bed. As she lay in her bed, waiting for sleep to discover her, she reflected on the day's proceedings. Suddenly finding it stuffy inside her room, she got up to open her window and let the night's calm air waft into her room. As soon as her head rested against the pillow afterwards, she fell into a comfortable slumber. Little did she know that opening the window was the worst mistake she could have made that night.

About an hour after she had fallen asleep, a dappled figure found it's way to her house, and began climbing up the tree that aligned with Lizzie's bedroom window. Inside of his mind, he cheered at his coincidence as he found Lizzie's window open. This enabled him to effortless admission. If the window had been closed, he would have had to shatter it to get in and threaten getting caught before finishing his mission. After elevating himself into her window, he stood gawked at the quiescent figure. 'Finally,' He thought to him 'I'll have my way with her.'

He took cautious steps towards the bed, careful not to cause the floor creek or trip over anything. He slyly crawled onto the bed, his body over Lizzie's. She stirred a bit in her sleep and then realized that something was balanced over her. Her eyes fluttered open, at first packed with mystification, but as she began to distinguish the face above her, the confusion turned to fright. There, above her, was Ronnie with that same evil glare and mischievous smile. She opened her mouth to scream, but before any sound could escape, his lips were forced against hers.

"Don't scream." He grunted.

"R-Ronnie?" She asked, her bottom lip tremulous. "W-What are you doing here-" He pressed his lips vigorously against hers.

"You're lucky you're hot, Lizzie. Otherwise you're foolishness would be a real turn off." He breathed between forceful kisses placed on her neck. "I said I'd have you and now I will." She looked down towards the end of her bed and noticed that Ronnie was dressed in simply a wife beater and boxers. He bit down on her neck, and she took in a sharp breath.

"Please, Ronnie!" She begged. "Please, don't do this."

"There's nothing you can do now, sweetheart. Once I've started, I just can't stop." He removed the bed coverings from her body and then began to unfasten her pajama top. His body was hard-pressed against hers and her mind was racing. What should she do? How could she handle this? She decided to take her chances.

"HELP!" She screamed out, as she attempted to push Ronnie off of her. Her attempts only caused him to force himself upon her further. He put his hand over her mouth, trying to silence her while he kissed Lizzie cleavage. She bit down on his hand and he pulled away hastily.

"You bitch! Keep quiet." He said, slapped her face and then continued his business on her chest. She couldn't afford to keep quiet, she was in the process of being raped and she was going to stop it no matter what it took.

"HELP! MOM! DAD!" She screamed out again. He slapped her again, muttered a few more profane words and was inching her bra strap down as her parents rushed into the room.

"Lizzie! Are you o- What is going on here?" Jo shouted nervously. Ronnie quickly jumped up and rushed towards the window.

"DON'T YOU DARE MOVE, YOUNG MAN!" Sam yelled at him, but it was no use. Before anyone could understand what had occurred, Ronnie was out the window and only an illustration to the mind. Jo quickly rushed to the bed to cradle Lizzie in her arms, while Lizzie buttoned her top, tears streaming down her face. "I'm calling the police, pronto." Sam announced and then exited.

"Oh, Lizzie. Are you alright?" Jo asked, with tears filling her eyes.

"I-I…" Lizzie couldn't speak; she sobbed into her mother's chest.

"Lizzie, what can I do? How can I help you? Please." She insisted.

"Gordo.."

"What?"

"Gordo! I need him. Please, mom, get him for me."

A/N: Whew. That chapter was hard, too. Jeeze. Anyways, send some reviews. Hope you guys enjoyed.