Oh man, you guys are AWESOME! I love you all! Thanks so much for all the reviews! Now I feel bad that this chapter is so short. But, be that as it may, it hasn't taken nearly as long as some of the other chapters for me to post. So, I shouldn't feel that bad.
Hopefully, I'll have the next chapter within a couple of days. Until then, harass Proud2BBlonde into posting the next chapter in her story.
BTW, I really have no idea what Paige's brother is like (all I know is his name and that's he's gay), I have no idea what Dean's last name is (so I took the last name of the actor who plays him) and I think that the timing I have in the story is a bit off (I don't know when the rape took place, but it aired in November, so I put that as the time).
Well, I don't want to be sued because I burnt the kettle yesterday and had to buy a new one with my new paycheck, so I should let you know that none of these characters are mine. Well. . . some of them are. But I stole them off peole I knew and other TV shows, so. . . I'll just let you read the story.
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I had been expecting to hear her say his name, but it still shocked me. I just sat there gaping. She didn't seem to notice. Finally I managed to regain control of myself in time for her to ask me, "You know him too, don't you?" She hadn't looked at me until she said it, then her eyes locked mine and wouldn't let go.
"Yeah," I managed. "I know him."
She nodded, still not breaking her gaze. "He's an animal. He doesn't care about the girls, or them saying no, or who he hurts. And once he's used one of them up, he spits her out and throws her away. And he's already lining up his next conquest."
"When. . . when did this happen?"
"November second."
I nearly choked on the gum I chewing. That was a week before me. I couldn't believe that he could do it again, let alone so soon after.
"Did you ever talk to the police?" I asked.
"It was too late. I'd never seen a doctor, and there was no one from the party who could say that I had been there. He just got away with it again."
"What do you mean again?"
"I've met four other girls who've been raped by Dean. None of them pressed charges."
"Were any of them here today?"
"Not today, but Christina and Jordan will be here on Tuesday."
"There must be some way to stop him, isn't there?"
Jena shrugged. "If you've got any ideas, I'm open to suggestions."
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"I don't get it, Spin. He's done this to so many girls, and none of them have gotten him arrested." I sat crossed legged on my bad, cradling the phone with my shoulder, fiddling with my hair, and talking with Spinner after the meeting. Talk about multi-tasking. "Why should I be any different?"
"How many of the girls have pressed charges?"
"One, other than me. I just. . . why can't they stop him? I mean, if enough people complain, shouldn't that be enough?"
"I don't know," he replied. "But I agree with you, it's not fair."
"And Manny won't listen to me."
"Manny?"
"She's dating Dean. She's going to get hurt. Why can't she see that?"
"She doesn't want to hear it."
"I guess." I gave up on my hair and just let it down. "Anyways, let's change the subject, I don't want to think about him before I go to sleep."
"Why don't I take you to dinner tomorrow?"
I smiled. "That sounds great."
"Paige, have you seen the- oh sorry, I didn't know you were on the phone."
"Spin, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye." I hung up and turned my attention to my brother, Mikey. "What were you looking for?"
"Do you have any idea where mom hid the blender?"
"Cabinet next to the sink. Why do you need the blender?"
"Milkshakes. You coming?"
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"So you wanna talk about it?" Mikey asked, handing me a thick, very chocolatey milkshake.
"Talk about what?" I asked, taking a sip.
"What's bugging you."
"It's just. . . girl stuff."
"You mean guys?" he laughed. "I think I can give you a bit of insight there." He was right. He probably could, better than anyone else I knew. My brother was gay.
"Yeah. There's just one who's giving me a hard time."
"What do you mean by a hard time?"
I took another sip of my milkshake, but was quickly losing my appetite. "We went on a date, and things didn't work out, and he's just been bugging me." I wish.
"What's going on with you and Spinner?"
I felt a smile creep across my face at the mention of his name. "We've moved into the more than friends category."
"Really? Since when?"
"Not that long. But things are. . ." I grinned. "Things are really good. Just don't try to steal him from me." I took a long gulp. He looked up and made a face.
"You think you're so cute, don't you?"
"I know I am." I hadn't talked to him for so long. I felt more like myself just joking around with him.
"Really?" he asked, coming closer to me.
"Don't you dare," I warned, smiling.
"You think you're that cute?" He smiled and started tickling me. I backed into the counter and felt unbelievably claustrophobic. I felt trapped, and most of all, I felt Dean.
"Get off," I cried, desperately pushing him. I got free, and I ran to my room and slammed the door.
"Paige!" I heard him shout after me. I sunk down behind my door, everything thing good I had felt escaping me in my sobs.
"Paige," he shouted again, this time right on the other side of my door. "Paige, what's going on? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tickled you. Paige, just talk to me."
I had never felt as ashamed as I had at that moment. Ashamed that Dean had touched me. Ashamed that I had let him. And ashamed that no matter what I did, I couldn't stop being Dean's victim.
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I feel the need to reiterate my previous comments: You guys rock! I love you all!
Hopefully, I'll have the next chapter within a couple of days. Until then, harass Proud2BBlonde into posting the next chapter in her story.
BTW, I really have no idea what Paige's brother is like (all I know is his name and that's he's gay), I have no idea what Dean's last name is (so I took the last name of the actor who plays him) and I think that the timing I have in the story is a bit off (I don't know when the rape took place, but it aired in November, so I put that as the time).
Well, I don't want to be sued because I burnt the kettle yesterday and had to buy a new one with my new paycheck, so I should let you know that none of these characters are mine. Well. . . some of them are. But I stole them off peole I knew and other TV shows, so. . . I'll just let you read the story.
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I had been expecting to hear her say his name, but it still shocked me. I just sat there gaping. She didn't seem to notice. Finally I managed to regain control of myself in time for her to ask me, "You know him too, don't you?" She hadn't looked at me until she said it, then her eyes locked mine and wouldn't let go.
"Yeah," I managed. "I know him."
She nodded, still not breaking her gaze. "He's an animal. He doesn't care about the girls, or them saying no, or who he hurts. And once he's used one of them up, he spits her out and throws her away. And he's already lining up his next conquest."
"When. . . when did this happen?"
"November second."
I nearly choked on the gum I chewing. That was a week before me. I couldn't believe that he could do it again, let alone so soon after.
"Did you ever talk to the police?" I asked.
"It was too late. I'd never seen a doctor, and there was no one from the party who could say that I had been there. He just got away with it again."
"What do you mean again?"
"I've met four other girls who've been raped by Dean. None of them pressed charges."
"Were any of them here today?"
"Not today, but Christina and Jordan will be here on Tuesday."
"There must be some way to stop him, isn't there?"
Jena shrugged. "If you've got any ideas, I'm open to suggestions."
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"I don't get it, Spin. He's done this to so many girls, and none of them have gotten him arrested." I sat crossed legged on my bad, cradling the phone with my shoulder, fiddling with my hair, and talking with Spinner after the meeting. Talk about multi-tasking. "Why should I be any different?"
"How many of the girls have pressed charges?"
"One, other than me. I just. . . why can't they stop him? I mean, if enough people complain, shouldn't that be enough?"
"I don't know," he replied. "But I agree with you, it's not fair."
"And Manny won't listen to me."
"Manny?"
"She's dating Dean. She's going to get hurt. Why can't she see that?"
"She doesn't want to hear it."
"I guess." I gave up on my hair and just let it down. "Anyways, let's change the subject, I don't want to think about him before I go to sleep."
"Why don't I take you to dinner tomorrow?"
I smiled. "That sounds great."
"Paige, have you seen the- oh sorry, I didn't know you were on the phone."
"Spin, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye." I hung up and turned my attention to my brother, Mikey. "What were you looking for?"
"Do you have any idea where mom hid the blender?"
"Cabinet next to the sink. Why do you need the blender?"
"Milkshakes. You coming?"
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"So you wanna talk about it?" Mikey asked, handing me a thick, very chocolatey milkshake.
"Talk about what?" I asked, taking a sip.
"What's bugging you."
"It's just. . . girl stuff."
"You mean guys?" he laughed. "I think I can give you a bit of insight there." He was right. He probably could, better than anyone else I knew. My brother was gay.
"Yeah. There's just one who's giving me a hard time."
"What do you mean by a hard time?"
I took another sip of my milkshake, but was quickly losing my appetite. "We went on a date, and things didn't work out, and he's just been bugging me." I wish.
"What's going on with you and Spinner?"
I felt a smile creep across my face at the mention of his name. "We've moved into the more than friends category."
"Really? Since when?"
"Not that long. But things are. . ." I grinned. "Things are really good. Just don't try to steal him from me." I took a long gulp. He looked up and made a face.
"You think you're so cute, don't you?"
"I know I am." I hadn't talked to him for so long. I felt more like myself just joking around with him.
"Really?" he asked, coming closer to me.
"Don't you dare," I warned, smiling.
"You think you're that cute?" He smiled and started tickling me. I backed into the counter and felt unbelievably claustrophobic. I felt trapped, and most of all, I felt Dean.
"Get off," I cried, desperately pushing him. I got free, and I ran to my room and slammed the door.
"Paige!" I heard him shout after me. I sunk down behind my door, everything thing good I had felt escaping me in my sobs.
"Paige," he shouted again, this time right on the other side of my door. "Paige, what's going on? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tickled you. Paige, just talk to me."
I had never felt as ashamed as I had at that moment. Ashamed that Dean had touched me. Ashamed that I had let him. And ashamed that no matter what I did, I couldn't stop being Dean's victim.
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I feel the need to reiterate my previous comments: You guys rock! I love you all!