A/N: I know I'm getting a little off the plot of the story (finding Shelly's father) but I started this so I need to close this up. In the next chapter you'll see me back on topic.
A/N2: Notice the rating change from T to M. This is very important because later on in this chapter there is some imagery of child abuse and sexual assault. It IS NOT in detail (I could never handle writing that shit in detail) but if any of you are like me and have an over-active imagination then just reading it would be hard. I had a lump in my throat just writing it so … you've been warned. P.S. Remember that Shelly's mother was a Catholic.
Chapter 5 - Stories Pt II8:50pm Saturday
Shelly and Sara sat with their backs to the door; Detective Lanten and his higher authority, Special Agent Anjelle Dantero, a 5'7" Hispanic man with graying brown, shoulder length hair drawn back in a ponytail, sat across from them.
Detective Lanten pushed 'record' on the tape recorder sitting in the middle of the table and stated firmly, "You did it."
"I didn't do shit to anyone." Shelly vehemently replied, eyeing the men and then the recorder with disdain.
"Then how did your DNA get to two different murder scenes?" S.A. Dantero asked.
She shrugged nonchalantly. "I guess it means that I was at both scenes but it doesn't say I did anything to anyone. I could have been there the day before the shootings."
"Shootings? We didn't tell you what happened to the victims."
Shelly dropped her chin to her chest, which made the detectives smile. "We're talking about a shooting and a stabbing, there Shim. What are you thinking about?" Lanten asked smugly.
Shelly sighed and looked at Sara pleadingly. Sara squeezed her hand in support as Shelly looked back to S.A. Dantero. "Look sir, I haven't been associated with the Gun Runners for a year and a half okay. What the fu-"
"Shelly," Sara interrupted. She looked to the men across from her. "What do you want from Shelly?"
"Well," Detective Lanten opened the case file in front of him. "We have more than enough evidence to charge you with two counts of murder-"
"Like hell you do!" Shelly yelled. Sara wrapped her arm around Shelly's shoulders to calm her.
"All you've told us about is the DNA which only puts her at the scenes. It does not put the murder weapon in her hand."
"You're right but guess what Shim. We do have enough to put doubt in your character and if we comb through anymore of the evidence, I'm sure we'll find a fingerprint or-"
"Wore gloves." The second after she said it, she slammed her head on the table. Sara gave her a perplexed and hurt look.
"You said to me you weren't involved shells. What the hell?"
"No," She mumbled sadly, her head still lying against the table. "I told you I didn't kill anyone and that's the truth."
"That's right," Smirked S.A. Dantero. "You didn't kill them but your known knowledge of what we would look for, the fact that there was practically no evidence left at a lot of difference scenes and the fact that your DNA was found at two of those scenes raises flags."
"So what, none of it means shit. Circumstantial." Shelly spat. "I haven't been a part of their association for over a year and a half." She jumped up and slammed her fist on the table. "I made damn sure not to keep any connections with any of them for this very fuckin' reason!"
"What about Sage?" Det. Lanten asked, unperturbed by her outburst.
"What about him?"
"You've kept in contact with him."
"He got out as well!" She yelled as Sara tried to grab her arm to pull her back but Shelly pulled her arm violently from Sara's grasp. "We got out together! Same with Cels, damn it!"
"We don't care about them Shim-"
"Stop fuckin' callin' me that!"
"Shelly!" Sara yelled. "Sit down!" After Shelly took a few deep breaths and sat down, Sara focused back on the men but still held Shelly's hand in silent support. "What is it you want from her?"
The men looked at each other; surprised that Shelly actually obliged Sara's demand. It was known that Shelly's Irish temper and stubbornness could get the best of her. S.A Dantero looked back at Sara. "We want information on the Gun Runners."
"What does she get?" Asked Sara who had seen enough deals go down that she knew how it worked.
"What? You want us to deal with a known gang member? Are you for real?" Asked Lanten.
"Yes, I'm for real. She hasn't been connected in anyway with the gang for a year and a half."
"She was in contact with Dustin 'Sage' Mahler."
"He and I got out at the same time damn it!" Sara squeezed her hand; Shelly understood and settled back down as much as she could, her free hand still fidgeted with the hem of her shirt underneath the table.
"As she told you, he got out as well. If he still had any connections with Gun Runners then it's unknown by Shelly. Now, as for the deal," Sara locked eyes with S.A. Dantero. "If she answers every one of your questions then I want you two to make sure her name and character do not get tarnished because of your investigation."
The detectives looked at each other flabbergasted. "What you're asking for, CSI Sidle, is for the federal government to alter evidence in a federal inves-"
"No, I'm not asking you to break your own laws. You keep all your evidence, DNA and all, but you make sure that it doesn't tarnish this young girl's character. Meaning, if she wants to get a job as a CSI in the future, after proper education, then I want it so. I don't want this to hinder that chance for her. She's changed."
"Look CSI Sidle, she is-"
"Was…"
"Was a part of a gang…"
"Yeah, when she was a juvenile and before she changed her lifestyle for the better."
"But-"
"No." Sara raised her hand to stop the detective from saying anymore.
Sophia, who had been watching from the observation room, was awestruck by the efforts Sara was going to. This seemed like more then just an emotional connection to a victim, which Sara was very often known to do. This time, Sara was in too deep. Sophia was off to inform Grissom and try to get his help in dealing with Sara.
"Special Agent Dantero, Detective Lanten, I'm not asking for a lot. She gives you information and answers; you keep her name out of it so employers don't stop from hiring her. Keep the DNA and her name there; I'm not asking you to break the law and tamper with evidence. I'm asking you that anything she tells you now that might damn her character be received from anonymous."
After Det Lanten shut off the recorder and he and S.A. Dantero stepped out to think about the offer, Shelly turned to Sara with pleading eyes. "I can't give up names and shit. I don't agree with what they did and are still doing but I'm not a snitch. I gave my loyalties and I'm not going to turn on them; I can't."
"But Shells, don't think about the loyalties you 'pledged' to them; think about the pledge you made to Brennan." That got Shelly's attention. "If you want him back then you need money; for money, you need a job; for a job, you have to agree to this deal. If you don't and they charge you then you won't even have a chance to look for a job."
"I can't." Shelly whispered sullenly. Before Sara could reply, the two men re-entered the room.
"Deal, as long as there's full co-operation." S.A. Dantero said as they sat down. He looked from Sara, who nodded, to Shelly, "First question," he started as he pushed record again. "What was your DNA doing at two of our crime scenes?"
Shelly looked down at the recorder for a few seconds then up to Sara with defeat written in her features. She closed her eyes, sighed softly, took hold of Sara's hand again, and, with her eyes downcast to the table, said, "I was a cleaner."
"Care to elaborate?" Lanten asked.
"Not really." Shelly answered with a shrug.
Lanten glared at Sara. "How 'bout you tell your friend what full co-operation means."
When she felt Sara squeeze her hand tight, out of support or in frustration, she didn't know which, she sighed and continued softly. "I cleaned up their crime scenes. Everything that Miss Sidle does now, I used to do only it was to hide from people like Miss Sidle. I never wanted to."
"Well, if you never wanted to then why did you?"
"Are you really an investigator?" Shelly asked sarcastically. "Because if you are then either you're not paying attention enough or you really suck."
"Because…" Lanten prompted, ignoring her jab.
"Isn't it obvious. Why else do people get sucked into gangs? It's the promise of family, support, help, shelter. In order to have all that I had to do this."
"So give us more details about what you did for them."
"Okay then. I would go in after the murder or whatever and clean up. I would find the evidence and get rid of it; would bleach out the blood; and would get rid of the body's clothes. Not much more to detail then that."
"How many scenes did you tamper with?"
Shelly scowled at him. "I did about twenty-five spread out over four years. If I did that for them then I didn't have to sell their drugs. I didn't want to sell death to kids. Fuck no." She shook her head vehemently.
"Okay," Lanten pulled out a picture of a male Caucasian victim with a gunshot wound to his right temporal region. "Tell me about this guy."
"You will have to be more specific about him." She replied as she looked closely at the picture.
"His name was Mikeal Longe. Twenty-four years of age at the time of death. Cause of death seems quite obvious. We think he was there to buy a shipment of guns but possibly didn't have enough money. Date of death was September 17th, 2000."
"Ahhh, that was my second clean up. That guy was rank. I think his rigor was already set by the time they got me in there because he had his shit laid out for everyone to see. I made sure that there was someone else to pick up after the dude…"
10:42pm
After talking for forty minutes about Mr. Longe and getting the answers they needed to link someone to the killing, Special Agent Anjelle Dantero pulled out a picture of the second victim and tossed it forcefully at Shelly who paled at the site of the picture. His angry eyes never left hers as he reported to her the information.
"Date of death, July 23rd, 2004. Cause of death was exsanguination caused by fourteen stab wounds strategically placed for a slow bleed out. Very torturous and painful. No evidence found except your DNA and a very spotlessly clean Celtic Connection LC TM 2003 dagger, not even a spot under the handle. He has three young children and a very depressed widow. Wanna know his name Shelly?" Dantero growled.
Shelly shook her head; she already knew his name. She'd had it going over and over again in her head since she found out and she knew it would be there for the rest of her life.
"His name was Special Agent Justin Mirco. He was only twenty-seven. You helped a cop killer run free and right now I'm second-guessing this deal we made because I would love to put you away for this."
"I didn't know that at the time." She mumbled. Her eyes were starting to water.
"You didn't know that at the time of what? The time he was killed? The time you got there? The many times you could have walked into a police station and let them know that one of their men had been killed and you helped." Dantero's eyes had still not left Shelly's face even as she ducked her head to hide the fact she was wiping away her tears. "You don't get to cry Shelly. You don't even get to grieve."
Sara had been sitting there, shocked and hurt, since the mention that the victim was an Agent. She had been staring wide-eyed at Shelly, her hand loose in Shelly's tight grasp. She helped a cop killer. Kept repeating in her head. But when Dantero started to yell at an already shaken and dead looking Shelly, she refocused and tightened her hand on Shelly's. "Special Agent Dantero, I personally understand that losing a member of your team is very painful but you asked her a question now let her answer instead of yelling at her."
Everyone turned to Shelly.
Sophia couldn't track down Grissom at the moment, probably at a scene, so she tracked down the next best person to talk to Sara. Now she sat in Jim Brass' office asking him to talk to Sara since he seemed to be close to her as well. If Jim didn't help then the next option would be Nicky.
"Other than the … the fake name he g…" She took a deep breath and willed her voice to stop croaking through her tears. "I … I didn't know who the guy was. The on … only thing I did know was that … if I wanted to survive I had to clean up; … so I did. Until I saw that guy's badge under the … the couch cushions."
"Couch cushions? That's where we found your DNA."
"I figured. I … tried to clean it up but I kind of, you know, lost my head after I found that badge. I … I threw up." Sara placed her arm around Shelly's shaking shoulders as she wiped her own tears from her eyes. "I … that was the last one. I couldn't do it anymore."
"Well," Dantero and Lanten sat back and witnessed something no one else in their taskforce ever had the chance to witness. Shelly 'Shim' O'Brien was broken.
"I … I'm really sorry. If I knew the name of the guys that did this I would give them to you now but I … I don't have them."
Dantero's voice was much softer now, "Do you have anything you could give us?"
"I…" Shelly shook her head and kept her eyes downcast. Not five seconds later her head shot up and she trained her eyes on the wall above Dantero's left shoulder. "Shit!" She yelled. "Normally it was Mikey who called me up and said there was a scene for me. This time though, it was J-Q. He phoned me."
The detectives sat up straighter. "So you think J-Q did this?"
"I'm not sure but I know he had to have had something to do with it or else why would he phone? I know Mikey wouldn't make anyone else phone if he was there. He didn't trust many people."
"Anything else?" the two FBI agents were very intrigued now.
"Yeah. The only person I would ever see at a scene was the person who called me. This time though, I saw one of the cars pulling away with three guys in it. I think one of them was Andre but I'm not 100 percent sure on that. With J-Q being the one to phone me and with the others not gone yet, it tells me this wasn't planned. They probably went there for a shipment and then found out who he was when one of the guys went snooping."
"We didn't allow undercover agents to have anything within meeting grounds that would give away their operation."
"Just 'cause you make the rules, doesn't mean the others are going to play by them. They do what they want, when they want. Too many variables for you and your agents." Shelly shook her head sadly.
Special Agent Dantero pushed stop on the recorder and bore holes through Shelly with his eyes. "I don't like you kid, never will. But … I thank you for this information. I still wish I could put you away but I knew that wasn't going to help us. You know the risks you put yourself up for by talking and yet you still talked. Your courage in this amazes me, so … thank you." The detectives stood and picked up their case folders.
Shelly and Sara stood also and shook hands with the FBI agents.
"Wait." Shelly said when they were at the door. "I don't know much about this because I was never in talks with them in Seattle but I can tell you for sure that your boys up there won't find much on the Runners. I don't know how they do it but they ship most packages into Canada. Most going to Vancouver since it's close."
"Anything else?"
"Not that I can think of, no." Shelly shook her head.
"Thank you very much Shelly. We'll look into that right away." Dantero smiled before leaving.
As they walked out, Captain Jim Brass stepped in. He stood directly in front of Sara and told her to sit; she did so reluctantly.
"Who the hell are you?" Shelly asked before being pulled down by Sara into the chair next to her.
"Remember how I said don't make anymore scenes that could get me in trouble." Sara hissed. Shelly nodded and stayed quiet.
Brass looked mad, but then again, he always did. "Who is this?" He asked, nodding his head towards Shelly.
Sara answered, "This is Shelly O'Brien. Shelly, this is Homicide Captain Jim Brass."
Jim eyed the teen as she did the same to him. A few seconds later Jim broke the silence, "Sara, how many times has Grissom talked to you about getting too involved with victims?" He sat down in one of the chairs recently vacated by S.A. Dantero.
"It's none of your business Jim." She answered.
"But it is kid..."
"Excuse me sir," Shelly interrupted. "I don't know who you're talking about because I don't see any victims in here." Jim raised an eyebrow at her. "If you're talking about myself then you must be mistaken. I'm not a victim."
"Not what Sophia's reports say."
"Well, that… ugh … lady, doesn't know what she's talking about. I was a survivor of a rape attack in an alleyway but in no way am I a victim."
"Jim," Sara cut in. "I don't know what or even why Sophia went to you with this but it's not an issue. I'm not getting too close to a victim…"
"Just 'cause she says she's not…"
"She isn't Jim. She's a person who I am helping in my off duty. I have an investigation open in her name and am trying to solve it without too must hassle but with everything going on it's been a little difficult."
"What is going on Sara?"
"Nothing sir." Shelly answered for her. "The 'Fibbies' were here to ask me questions about a subject in Chicago and Miss Sidle decided that it would be faster if she played my child advocate instead of having to wait for one from an agency. There is nothing else going on here." Jim's reply was cut off by Shelly's cell phone. Reading the display, she told Sara she would meet her outside, then turned to Jim. "Nice to meet you sir." Then she was gone.
"Sara, I'm only trying to look out for you. You've been doing so much better since the last time I sat down to talk to you."
"And I thank you for that Jim but it was as unnecessary then as it is now. Your caring and support during what I like to call my 'stupid stage' was important to me, much like it will always continue to be but I'm not having problems right now. That little girl is."
"She didn't sound or act like a little girl to me." He said shaking his head lightly.
"No, mentally she's not but in reality she truly is. She's only 18, Jim, with no one here for her. The system spat her out like they did m… like they didn't care," She corrected herself. "And I want to make sure that she has a promising future and the only way I can do that is to help her with the case we've started." She stood up and pulled him into her arms, embracing him with much force. "Thank you though." She whispered.
He embraced her back, just as forceful, successfully hiding his shock at the display of affection. "You're welcome kid. Anytime." Sara nodded then stepped away and out the door to find Shelly. "Glad we could have this talk." Brass mumbled lightly.
Shelly paced angrily in the parking lot out front of the police department while talking on the phone with a very anxious Debbie.
"Listen Debbie, he won't do anything to you during the day. He's not brave enough."
"But Shelly, why is Rhory even sitting outside my fuckin' house. He shouldn't be anywhere near here, damn it!"
"Settle down Deb or you're going to scare the kids. He's probably sitting out there waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike and grab Brennan…"
"I won't let the prick anywhere near our baby boy."
"Good, good mentality Deb. Now, how long has he been sitting out there?"
"Almost two days."
"And you're only now telling me this Debbie! What the hell were you doing between then and now… baking brownies?"
"Shelly Gillian, don't you dare use that tone with me. I wasn't sure whether or not it was him considering I hadn't seen him in a while."
"Sorry Debbie. Look, I'm damn sure he won't strike during the day so I'll set something up for you during the night okay?"
"Like what?" Debbie asked hesitantly. "Don't be getting yourself into trouble Shelly."
"Protecting my family is worth any trouble I get into Debbie. I'm telling you now to not worry and settle down. You'll be seeing some familiar and friendly faces outside your window tonight and for every night until Rhory gives up."
"Shelly…" Debbie warned half-heartedly.
"No, Deb. Sit back and don't worry." Shelly hung up and quickly dialed another number.
"Sage-o at your service." His voice was comical.
"Hey Sage, I need a favor."
"Shim! You ring me up after two whole months of nothing and right away expect me to do something for you?" He laughed. "What do you want?" He asked through a smile.
"Are you and Alex busy tonight?"
"Uhhh, I'm thinking we are now. What's up?"
"I need you to watch over Debbie's house for the next few nights. It appears Rhory is staking out across the street so that he can take Brennan."
"And you only want us there at night because you think he doesn't have the balls to do it during the day. Am I right?"
"Wow, how much you know me." She played along in a whimsical, dreamy voice, piling on the Irish accent real thick.
Sage laughed. "I don't think he will either. We'll be there every night for ya Shim. Every night for Brennan and Debbie too. Debbie's kids too."
It was Shelly's turn to laugh. "Okay, Okay Sage. Thanks. Do it for all of us okay?"
"Good day ma'am."
Shelly hung up just as Sara was walking towards her. She saw the tired look on Shelly's face and decided to say nothing. She just ushered her towards the car and started driving home for some very deserved relaxation.
1:14am Sunday
They were just settling back into the sofa, getting ready to see if they could finally finish watching 'Bull Durham' when Sara's cell phone rang.
"You going to get that?" Shelly asked.
"Nope. It's my day off and I'm not on-call." Sara answered flippantly as she stretched and got ready to push play. She grumbled something unintelligent under her breath when her house phone began to ring.
Shelly laughed. "Guess it was important."
Sara growled at her playfully as she picked up the cordless phone. "Yeah."
"Sara?"
Sara nearly choked. "Uhhh, Griss, hey. What's up? You don't need me to come in to work do you?"
"Umm, no, no I don't. I was actually phoning 'cause...uhhh" Grissom stumbled on his words. He planned out everything he wanted to say but hearing her voice made him a little fuzzy. "I was just phoning to see how you were doing." Yep, that's what he wanted.
"Well, I'm doing fine. I was actually just planning on sitting down to watch a movie."
"Oh, okay. Well…" Damn it. This should have been easier over the phone without looking at her. "I was … yeah … just wanted to know if you're doing okay."
"If this is about anything Sophia told you Grissom just ignore it. She doesn't know what she's talking about." Sara replied, using Shelly's words from earlier. "She's apparently been going around finding someone, anyone to help 'poor me and my issues with victims' but I'm fine Grissom, seriously."
"Okay, if you say Sara. I believe you."
"Thank you Grissom. Besides, Jim already talked to me. So … I'm going to go back to my movie now. Thanks for your concern though."
"Okay then… Good night."
"Night Grissom." Sara hung up and sat back down on the sofa with a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Shelly noticed this and smirked back. They sat in silence as they watched the movie. When it finished they sat and ate pizza as they played card games. They then listened to music and watched one of Sara's movies until they were both tired and fell asleep.
4:13pm Sunday
Sara stepped out of the bathroom after her shower in her favorite purple towel with the golden gate bridge pictured in the middle wrapped tightly around her body. She was walking into her room that adjoined the bathroom when she heard a small noise from the living room. She popped her head around the doorframe and noticed Shelly in the middle of the sofa with her arms wrapped around her legs and her head buried between her knees.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Sara asked softly as she sat down next to her and wrapped her right arm around her shoulders.
Shelly dropped her legs and wrapped her arms around Sara's waist. "She … she was right there in front of me, telling me that it was my fault. I … didn't have a clue. It wasn't … not my fault damn it." Shelly pulled away abruptly and wiped angrily at the tears that escaped down her rosy cheeks but couldn't stop the sobs.
"Not your fault for what Shells?"
"That she died and I lived. It was … wasn't damn it." Shelly jumped up and started pacing. "She kept repeating in my dream that I should have done something. That if I hadn't hid but stood up for my family instead then she and Hails would still be alive. That Sye would have been alive too. I was only three when that happened. God! Make the fuckin' tears stop." She whispered hoarsely then dropped back onto the couch.
Sara wrapped her into a bear hug. "I read about it Shells. About your brother Sylis and sister Hailie-Bec. I found a couple of newspaper articles." Sara tried hard to fight back her own tears, staying calm for Shelly. "But I think it would be good for you to talk about what happened. I get the feeling you've never talk to anyone about it."
Shelly shook her head. "No, I haven't. I don't…" She sighed. "I was in the living room playing baseball on the Nintendo while Hailie-Bec was taking a nap in her room…"
Six-year-old Shelly was sitting cross-legged on the beaten up fabric being held up by four wooden pegs that just barely passed as a couch. She was playing as the Chicago Cubs on her Nintendo system and was winning against the New York Mets when she heard the front door slam close and her mother's latest fling singing horribly, "Bring on the shiz!"
Even at six, her instincts told her to stay the hell out of the way when this weasel came home. So, she started to head into her mother's room knowing that whenever he came home yelling out what he did, it was time for him and her mother to sit in the living with some smelly stuff and get really stupid and hungry.
Her mother came running out of her bedroom in a panic and nearly rammed Shelly into the hall wall. Shelly shrugged and headed for the kitchen at the end of the hall instead for some food but before she got there, she heard her mother crying in the living room, "But I don't have anymore for the week!" Then she heard a slap and a scream emanate throughout the house and knew it was time to hide.
She turned to her left, heading for her bedroom but stopped when she remembered Hailie-Bec was in there sleeping. Mommy always yells when I wake her up. Where now? She started back for the kitchen and ducked quickly into a cupboard when she heard foot steps and then a slam and scream. She peaked out of the crack in the wood and held back her sobs but not her tears at what she saw.
Rebekah O'Brien slammed into the kitchen door head first after being pushed by her boyfriend, Kyson Kurner. "What the fuck do you mean we don't got none left, Wench? What did you do with it?"
Rebekah cried, "You sold it and smoked it Ky. We have none left!"
"Bullshit, Hag." He whipped a gun out from the back of his pants. "You're hiding it for yourself aren't you? Aren't you?" He yelled as he stepped closer and pinned her against the counter with the gun to her chest.
"I… I don't know what you're talking about, Baby. Please, listen to me. I didn't hide anything. You sold it, Babe. I swear." Rebekah pleaded.
"Oh shut up." Kyson backhanded her with the butt-end of his nine-millimeter. She fell to the floor clutching her face. From the angle she laid, she had a view of the cupboards and saw young Shelly duck back from the crack in the wood. Oh my god. She's going to see this. She's going to see me die.
"God help my children make it…"
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"I'm praying for my children." She answered and quickly went back to mumbling her prayer.
"You prayin' for your children instead of your own life? God, you're more pathetic then I thought." He paused and looked over to the cupboard where Shelly hid. He knew she was back there; he saw Rebekah's eyes widen when she looked over. "Now where is my shit Becka before I blow your brains in? And quit your goddamn prayin' freak. Do you really think God's goin' to help a drug usin' whore like you? I don't think so." He shook his head. "Now where is it?" He growled.
"I … I honestly don't know, Ky. Please believe me. Please." Rebekah sat up a little and leaned back on her elbows while Kyson made a show of thinking about her plea before raising his gun and shooting her once in the head and twice in the chest for good measure. He heard a gasp and a slam from inside the cupboard.
Shelly rubbed the spot on her head that she hit when she jumped at the sound of the gun. She couldn't even stop the sobs from forming now.
Kyson stormed over to the cupboard and yanked the door open. He grabbed Shelly by her upper arms and pulled her out then forcefully shoved her in front of her mother, then held Shelly's eyes open. "If you don't tell me where your mommy keeps her stuff, Shelly, this will be you."
"What about Hailie-B?" Shelly sobbed as she took in the sight of her mother's brain matter and blood on the floor and kitchen walls. She looked up and saw blood spatter on the counter and fridge from when Rebekah was backhanded. "You can't leave her here. She too young."
"Oh, don't you worry about your sis kid. She the last thing you need worry 'bout." He lowered his head so his mouth was right near her ear, his retched breath making Shelly more queasy then the blood. "Now, be a good lil' girl and tell Mr. Kyson where mommy's stuff is."
Shelly shook her head. "I… I dun know." Kyson sighed angrily, punched the back of her head, then dragged Shelly into her mother's room. He threw her on the bed and growled, "If you move one muscle, I'll kill you." Shelly nodded and watched as he left the room and headed into hers and her sister's room.
She heard the cries for help; she heard the screams of pain; she heard her sister's three-year-old voice echoing through her head, "It hurts." She heard the sobs and the kicking of feet against a hard mattress. She sat there listening to all of this, but the worst sound of it all, was when there was nothing; silence.
She heard the footsteps coming back for her and felt his presence before she even looked up and saw him standing in the doorway with his gun in one hand and the bloody knife in the other. He placed both on the bedside table and walked the rest of the way to the bed while unzipping his pants. He managed to lower them to his knees and pulled Shelly toward him. He forcefully pulled her pants off but before he could do anything further he heard sirens in the background and yanked his pants up. He went for the gun on the side table and pulled the trigger but nothing happened. He tried again to no avail. He threw it back on the table and grabbed the knife. He was about to stab Shelly when he heard the cars pull up in front of the house. He dropped the knife on the floor and booked it for the kitchen window, screaming over his shoulder, "You say anything I'm coming back for you Bitch!"
Shelly pull her pants back on and crawled her way up to the headboard. She sat there, hugging a pillow to herself and sobbed. It would be the last time she cried for a long time; she wasn't going to be weak.
Shelly was now lying on thesofa with her head in Sara's laps and Sara's arms tight around her. "I would never ever let any… anything like that happen to my son… never." Shelly shook her head and sat up slowly giving Sara a sheepish look. "I'm sorry." She smiled. "That was probably the best cry I've had since that night." She looked down at her hands.
Sara laughed lightly. "Why don't you go freshen up in the bathroom while I get dressed then I can make something for Dinner." Sara closed the door to her room but not before hearing Shelly mumble, "Technically it's breakfast."
I hope no one was too offended by that. I tried my hardest to make sure that it wasn't in too much detail but still able to give people a good idea of the horror Shelly went through. This chapter was almost 6,000 words. That's my biggest chapter ever and I'm proud. Haha. Next chapter, Shelly asks questions and Sara is suspicious.