So finally Kirsten opens up to Sandy….and her story is known….how is Sandy going to react? How does Kirsten get through it?
This is going to be a short one…only centered around one particular scene. And a word of warning---it's a bit violent, not too crazy, but there is mention/a small description of the rape…so read at your own will, but realize that I warned you---sorry it is offends anyone---so not my intention.
I don't own the OC, I'd like a house there someday though….then that would be mine…
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Thanks so much for sharing your encouraging thoughts thus far…I sincerely appreciate them!
CHAPTER SEVEN: Kirsten's Story
"Talk to me baby, please. Let me in."
Sandy's words echoed through the room. His wife stared at the wall, at her hands, her feet. Anywhere but directly at him.
Please Kirsten, I only want to help you through this. I love you so much.
He didn't want to upset her anymore, but he knew she needed to talk to someone. She was heading down a dark path. He couldn't let her push everything away.
Sandy knew she had to open up eventually or she would soon be on the road to self-destruction.
He would not let that happen.
God forbid he let anything bad happen to her ever again.
Kirsten felt like the pool house walls were closing in on her. She wanted so badly to confide in her husband. She wanted him to wrap his arms around her and whisper countless promises in her ears. She wanted to feel his lips grace her forehead. She wanted him to tell her that he loved her and no matter what he would always, always be there for her.
She wanted to feel safe again.
But she was afraid.
Afraid that wouldn't be the case.
Afraid he would blame her for what she had done.
Inside Kirsten knew Sandy would never be so cold to reject her like that.
She knew he would love her unconditionally, even if she thought the worst of herself.
But her mind enjoyed toying with her.
It mocked her.
It told her over and over again,
He can't love you after this, He's so much better then you. This is all your fault.
It made her feel like poison.
She finally turned to face her husband. The look in his eyes told her otherwise. He was the only man in the world who ever looked at her with such devotion.
He was the only man who could reassure her, who could bring her back.
"I remember it. I remember it like it happened five minutes ago. It happened so fast."
Instantly Kirsten realized she didn't want to talk about it.
She wanted to forget it all. Every feeling, every word.
The only problem was instead of forgetting, the images were becoming more and more haunting.
She couldn't sleep, she barely ate.
She was getting worse, not better.
He could help her heal. She knew that.
She just had to convince herself.
After her talk with the police, Kirsten felt more scared then she had before. It chilled her to think someone had broken into her home, raped her, beat her to get at her husband.
"If you want to get to the man, go after his wife."
His wife.
Her.
Who would be so sick?
Who thinks of things like this?
As she read the note, Kirsten felt like a thousand knives were slowly making their way through her veins. It felt like a second attack. Not only where they playing with her family physically, but now mind games were involved.
Time heals all wounds, but thoughts may never go away. Fear had the ability to last a lifetime.
She needed to feel secure again.
Kirsten looked into his dark eyes. The same eyes she always looked to when something was wrong. Just staring into them made her feel safe. He was her haven.
She had just gotten off of the phone with Seth. He said they would be out later then usual and had promised her he wouldn't drink.
She told him to just stay over. Have a good night.
She trusted him. All three of her boys, she trusted.
She wished Sandy was home. She hated being in the mansion alone. Like a child, she jumped at the slightest noises. Laughing to herself, she made her way up the grand staircase.
"What a goof you are Kirsten." She thought to herself. It was her home, not some unknown territory lurking around her.
But tonight was different.
Kirsten's sixth sense screamed in the back of her head. She ignored it. She shouldn't have ignored it. It had never failed her before.
Kirsten entered her room, placing her hand on the light switch. It turned on for about a second and then blew.
She cursed herself. Stupid Damn fuse.
She didn't even know where the fuse box was. Even if she had, she doubted she would have known what to do with it.
What a romantic night this would be. No lights, no children, and still no husband.
Kirsten made her way to the dark bathroom. She fiddled around for a few minutes trying to find her perfume, her toothbrush, the toilet. It wasn't going so well. She crept around the room to her dresser. Using what light mother nature was giving her, she found the silky blue nightie. Slipping into it, there was nothing left for her to do, except wait for her wonderful husband to return home.
Kirsten had dozed off. She looked over at the clock.
11:41.
Where was he?
She soon heard footsteps coming down the hallway.
He was home. Kirsten immediately flipped her hair, sprayed a flowery scent on the bed. And waited.
She heard him open Seth's door. For a brief second, then re-shut it.
She heard him open another door. The linen closet.
Why would he be looking through there?
"God Damnit. Fuck big houses." She heard someone say.
Someone…
This wasn't Sandy.
Kirsten immediately reached for her cell phone. She always slept next to it. She dialed nine, she dialed one.
She was so petrified, she didn't even hear her own door open.
And then she felt rough hands taking the phone from her grasp.
He watched his wife. For a few moments, she went silent. He watched her remember. He knew she was replaying the attack.
He saw her face go from calm, to that of pure fear. Her forehead twisted. Her hair fell around her face as she looked down at her hands.
Two tears dropped onto the bed sheets.
He gently pushed the stray locks back behind her ear. Looking deep into her eyes, he said,
"You don't have to."
But she knew she did. For her to fully feel safe again, she needed to confide in the one man she knew would always be there for her.
He had to understand what he was up against. Kirsten continued.
They grabbed her hands. She watched them put the wire around them.
Shock.
It didn't instantly hurt.
One was on top of her. The other harshly tied the blindfold.
She yelped in pain. Her hair was tangled within the knot.
She was shaking.
She tried to yell out. Hoping someone, somewhere would hear her.
They hit her.
No one had ever laid a hand on her before.
She was quiet after then.
"I should have fought harder."
"No, no you shouldn't have Kirsten. They could have killed you."
As much as he wished she had somehow managed to get away, he knew what these men were capable of.
In a sense, she was lucky.
They taped her mouth shut. She could taste the bitter glue on her lips. She could feel it rubbing her skin.
"He said the woman was hot, but shit, look at her."
"She's worth the million."
And that's when they pulled up her nightgown.
She felt an unfamiliar hand reach for her thigh.
She felt sick. She couldn't breath.
She tried hard to focus her energy on anything else.
Seth, Ryan, her father, her husband. The dog she had in the third grade. Her mom. Hailey. Jimmy. The house she was working on.
It didn't work.
Nothing could block this out.
He was harsh, she tried not to struggle.
She was in pain. The pressure her arms were taking as he pressed them above her head, out of the way, was excruciating.
She tried to twist into a different position, only to be unsympathetically pushed back down.
Her senses were out of whack. She had no sight, no voice, no control.
For the first time in her life, someone else ruled her body.
Every moment made Kirsten feel closer to death.
Kirsten stopped. She took a deep breath. Shifting uncomfortably, she leaned up against her husband.
"I wanted to die. I wanted them to kill me. To make it stop."
She could no longer look at him.
She was ashamed.
"One went looking for Seth."
"You should be glad your son isn't here. We wanted to bring him in here and see what a pathetic recluse of a mother he has."
"We were going to hurt him worse then you."
Kirsten's heart beat faster at the mention of her son. Although neither boy was home, the motherly instinct inside of her screamed, "Leave my children alone. Do what you will to me, but not a hand on my sons."
She'd die for her child, she'd die for her husband.
But so help her God if someone touched those she loved.
Sandy knew his wife was angry. He could feel her tense up, stiffen. The thought of her fighting to protect Seth and Ryan and himself made him feel an immense amount of love. She, much like himself, protected her own.
"They told me Sandy, over and over again that you would never love me once they were through."
She could feel his breath in her ear. Slimy, warm. His unshaven face scratched across her cheek. It sent shivers down her back.
"Kirsten. Your husband is going to hate you. You are so dirty now." He spit on her face, in her hair. She could feel his saliva running down her cheek. "What kind of whore of a wife would sleep with another man?"
"This is all your fault."
Whore. Whore. Slut. Whore.
That's what she was, it's what she felt like. Used.
"They told me and I tried so hard not to believe them."
"Kirsten. There is not a bone in your body that would make me think that about you. Not a bone." He tried hard to convince her that she had done nothing wrong. He did his best to make her feel safe.
Kirsten could feel herself fainting. In and out of consciousness. Her body was in so much pain, but she could no longer beg them to stop. Her words came out as moans, her breathing labored.
She began to let go, afraid the night would never end.
"They'd heard your car. That's why they stopped."
Fuck. They had still been in the house, toying his wife, while he had lingered downstairs.
Why hadn't he noticed sooner? Why hadn't he felt her sooner?
How did they get out?
"I can still hear their voices echoing inside of my head. The sound of his zipper as he pulled his pant ups. The exchange of laughter as their boots hit my stomach."
Kirsten rubbed her already sore rib. Sandy gently massaged the back of her neck, stroking through her hair. Trying to give her any sense of comfort. He could feel his blood turning inside of him, anger rising.
He had never been one for violence, but hearing his wife's sobs, her endless torment, her story gave him a renewed sense of vengeance.
He did his best to not let it overpower him.
"I hate sleeping because they are there. I hate being awake because they are all I can think of. My mind won't leave me alone." Kirsten whispered. She had a hopeless look in her eyes. One that scared Sandy to no end.
She couldn't give up.
He couldn't let her.
"Kirsten, sweetie. I am so sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I let you down." He held her close to him, their tears mixing. "I will not let them get away with hurting you."
Kirsten tensed at her husband's tone.
"Sandy," she spoke softly, "Where were you? That night, why did you come home so late? " Her eyes looked at him with a sense of apprehension. They pooled. Kirsten tried hard to keep her emotion in.
She didn't want to hurt him, but she needed to know.
For some reason she wasn't sure if she wanted to know.
Want verses Need.
He knew this question was coming. It was the question he dreaded. The question that haunted him the most.
Night after night.
The moment of truth.
Why wasn't he there?
Should he tell the truth and risk upsetting her already weak self, or once again lie to protect her?
That's all for now folks, blame college if I can't get a new chapter up soon…what do you think…should he tell her the truth or censor it for now…focus on her…essentially lie….I don't know….Please review…it brings a smile to this face…chap nine will be a good one...already written...more dramatics...but gotta write 8 first...go figure!