A few weeks after they got back, Andrew Loyd Webber released a very
popular play. Maxwell and C.C. were working extra hard to write a new one
and get actors and actresses. One Saturday night at the Sheffield
residence, Maxwell decided he needed a break. He asked C.C. to stay and
work late till two in the morning. Maxwell and Fran left the house for
dinner. Niles was out for the day but he was coming back around midnight.
C.C. worked on some papers. She glanced at the clock. It was twelve
already! She still had so much to do! The bell donged twelve times and was
growing quite annoying in C.C.'s ears. Niles then entered the room. He saw
C.C. God, he thought she was so beautiful. C.C. was wearing an oversized
gray working suit and her milky curls where pinned back with a brown
barrette.
"Hello" he said, announcing his presence.
C.C. nodded toward him and said, "you going to bed?"
"No" he said, sighing, "I'm going out for drinks, so I guess I'll see you later. I'll be back around two fifteen. C.C. nodded and went back to filling out an application.
After Niles had left, the phone rang. C.C. picked it up.
CC: hello? Mysterious voice: open the door
The phone clicked and the line went dead. C.C. nervously got up and opened the office door. There stood her father. He began walking towards her. "Hello" he said in a creepy voice.
"H-hello dad" she said shakily, "what do you want?" She slowly backed away.
"I wanted to apologize" he said offering a gentle smile, "for everything I did to you. I was young, a drunkard. I am so sorry, you are my daughter and I love you. The reason I overreacted was because you brought those two."
C.C. breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, tears of happiness running down her face. They both embraced.
"Oh dad" she said softly, "I love you and forgive you."
All of a sudden, he shoved her violently against the wooden desk. "Those apologies were a lie" he said cackling, "I just came back because I miss good sex. And you're grown, so it's much better. And to punish you for telling. Every time you do tell I will find you and hurt you even more!" He motioned towards her.
C.C. backed away into the desk, her heart beating like crazy. "STOP STOP IT DADDY PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!!" she yelled as if she were still six years old. He hit her across the face, sending blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. She tried to push him away, but he was very masculine.
She kicked him in the stomach, which sent him up against the wall. C.C. tried to open the door, but her father grabbed her around the waist and pinned her down to the ground. C.C. fought, but her father tied her hands behind her back. He ripped off her jacket. C.C. screamed and tried to kick, but John slammed a stone lamp into her ankle which began swelling immediately.
"HELP HELP HELP!" screamed C.C. breathlessly. She groped for the phone to call 911, but John stomped on it, breaking it. He put duct tape across her mouth. He cut her skirt off of her body. C.C. made grunting noises through the duct tape and she sobbed angrily. John ripped the buttons off of her shirt.
C.C. screamed for imaginary neighbors to come and rescue her. The only sounds were her cries and pitiful screams through the empty Sheffield house as John Babcock violated her for the fifth time in her life.
"Hello" he said, announcing his presence.
C.C. nodded toward him and said, "you going to bed?"
"No" he said, sighing, "I'm going out for drinks, so I guess I'll see you later. I'll be back around two fifteen. C.C. nodded and went back to filling out an application.
After Niles had left, the phone rang. C.C. picked it up.
CC: hello? Mysterious voice: open the door
The phone clicked and the line went dead. C.C. nervously got up and opened the office door. There stood her father. He began walking towards her. "Hello" he said in a creepy voice.
"H-hello dad" she said shakily, "what do you want?" She slowly backed away.
"I wanted to apologize" he said offering a gentle smile, "for everything I did to you. I was young, a drunkard. I am so sorry, you are my daughter and I love you. The reason I overreacted was because you brought those two."
C.C. breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, tears of happiness running down her face. They both embraced.
"Oh dad" she said softly, "I love you and forgive you."
All of a sudden, he shoved her violently against the wooden desk. "Those apologies were a lie" he said cackling, "I just came back because I miss good sex. And you're grown, so it's much better. And to punish you for telling. Every time you do tell I will find you and hurt you even more!" He motioned towards her.
C.C. backed away into the desk, her heart beating like crazy. "STOP STOP IT DADDY PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!!" she yelled as if she were still six years old. He hit her across the face, sending blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. She tried to push him away, but he was very masculine.
She kicked him in the stomach, which sent him up against the wall. C.C. tried to open the door, but her father grabbed her around the waist and pinned her down to the ground. C.C. fought, but her father tied her hands behind her back. He ripped off her jacket. C.C. screamed and tried to kick, but John slammed a stone lamp into her ankle which began swelling immediately.
"HELP HELP HELP!" screamed C.C. breathlessly. She groped for the phone to call 911, but John stomped on it, breaking it. He put duct tape across her mouth. He cut her skirt off of her body. C.C. made grunting noises through the duct tape and she sobbed angrily. John ripped the buttons off of her shirt.
C.C. screamed for imaginary neighbors to come and rescue her. The only sounds were her cries and pitiful screams through the empty Sheffield house as John Babcock violated her for the fifth time in her life.