Chapter 8
**sorry the chapters are so short, I'll try and make them longer**
He kept looking at her, up and down. She was a little freaked out by this, but she just looked up and said hi. "When your dad told me you needed counselling I jumped at the opportunity of doing it." he kind of laughed.
"umm.. Yeah, so do you ask me questions or do I just talk?" Ruthie asked, just wanting to get this over with.
"go ahead and talk, Ruthie" Chandler said and walked around the room and stopped behind her and started running his fingers through her hair. He moved his arm down and started massaging her shoulders.
"umm what are you doing?" Ruthie asked.
"oh, this is supposed to help you relax Ruthie" Chandler said.
"do you have to do it, cause it's kind of weird" Ruthie said
Chandler squeezed her shoulders really hard and said "yes Ruthie I do"
"ok well," she said, sounding scared, "I don't know where to start"
"don't worry about it then" he said, and took a seat next to her. "so Ruthie, you look very good today." He kept staring at her chest.
Ruthie was very uncomfortable, so she crossed her arms over her chest. Chandler grabbed her arms in one hand and twisted them.
"OUCH" Ruthie screamed, "LET GO OF ME!! STOP, PLEASE!!" Ruthie pleaded, she was now crying.
"oh shut up" Chandler said, he put his hand over her mouth. "you know what you talk too much" he pushed her down. He duct taped her mouth and then he put his hands under her shirt and started massaging her chest. Ruthie was screaming but you could barely hear it. Outside, you could hear a car pulling up. He took his hands out of her shirt, ripped the tape of and told her not to tell.
"I'm never coming back, I'm going to tell" Ruthie said.
"who'll believe you, they'll just think you want out of counselling" Ruthie sighed, he was right, and she would have to come back, what if he raped her, what if she was pregnant?! She had just gotten her period last week and was so excited but now she wished she didn't. Annie walked in.
"ready to go, Ruthie?" Annie asked.
Ruthie jumped up and almost ran out. She was so scared. When they got home Ruthie ran upstairs and started bawling her eyes out. Lucy walked in their room.
"hey Ruthie, what's wrong?" she asked.
Ruthie looked up from her pillow, her face covered in tears, "nothing, nothing at all" Ruthie replied.
Lucy sat down and opened her arms, she gave Ruthie a big hug.
"whatever it is, it'll be ok, I promise." Lucy said.
Ruthie nodded, but she wasn't so sure.
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Ruthie had never felt this way, so sad, so scared, so alone. She had felt sad before, but not like this. This was, this was awful. All she felt was coldness, darkness. She was so scared of what happened. She never wanted to go back there. Never. She went to the bathroom to take a shower, and she saw Lucy's razor just lying on the edge of the tub. She figured no one would see a little cut on her leg. She put the sharp, metal against her leg. She pulled the razor back, then pushed it forward. She repeated this motion a few more times and then she pulled the blade away, she rinsed the blood off the razor. She looked down at her leg, watched the blood drip down her skin. The blood was so red. The pain numbed her thoughts. She loved the feeling. She wished it would never go away. After a few minutes she cleaned her leg up and then finished up in the shower.
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The next day, as she awoke. She remembered today she would have to got to school. She wondered what people would think of her, and then, she sighed, she would have to see Chandler again. She fought to hold back tears.