Chapter Three
A man with fiery red hair and piercing blue eyes stared tauntingly at her. "Don't worry, Lisa. This won't hurt a bit. You might even like it," he said.
The brunette that was forced to lay under him glared at him defiantly. "My name is not Lisa! And I don't plan on letting you do anything to me."
A sly smirk formed on his face. "Ah, but you don't have a choice," he reached up and touched the strings that bound her to the be, "because you can't move."
She stiffened when she felt his hands slip under her skirt and felt his hand begin to massage her inner thighs, slowly moving to her sacred place. The brunette began writhing and pulling, trying to get away. She had always promised herself that her first time would be with her husband, and she intended on keeping that promise.
She kicked and squirmed, but to no avail. His fingers entered her cavern and she emitted a cry of pain and shock. She felt tears spring to her eyes but refused to give him the chance to see her crying.
She felt her head hit something hard and sharp as she struggled to make him stop, and gratefully let an all consuming darkness take her.
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Hilary Tatibana shot up in bed, letting out a silent scream. She felt her chests heaving up and down and could feel the perspiration running down her body. Her stomach lurched and she shot to the end of her bed and vomited into the garbage can at the end of her bed.
The brunette sat back up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked around her room, trying to catch her breath. She looked at the clock, 2AM. After a few seconds she stood and walked shakily over to her door and to the bathroom. There, she turned on the water, splashed her face, and rinsed out her mouth.
The fifteen-year-old looked at her reflection. She looked terrible. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were bloodshot, and the hair that wasn't sticking to her face, due to the sweat, was sticking up in each and every direction.
It didn't surprise her that she looked this way, though. She had been having dreams like this for the past week, ever since she started going to therapy.
She turned off the bathroom light and went back to her room. After closing the door, she turned on the light. She sat down at her desk and picked up her diary - Dr. Paisley had insisted on her keeping a diary to write down her thoughts and anything that made her feel uncomfortable, or that seemed unfamiliar to her.
She opened the light blue diary and began to write:
Dear Diary,
I had another dream about the man with blue eyes again. It wasn't like the other ones. He touched me in ways your husband probably shouldn't even be allowed to touch you. When I woke up, I was sweaty all over again, and I couldn't breathe. I felt like my lungs were about to collapse into each other, the feeling was familiar.
Since I throw up so often, I'm not sure if I get sick because of the baby or because of the dreams. When I wake up, sometimes I can still feel his hands on me. The feeling makes me want to kill myself, but I can't. Because if I did, then I wouldn't only be killing myself, I'd be killing the child growing within me, and that would make me a murderer.
Yours truly,
Hilary
The brunette closed her journal, turned of the light, and crawled back into her bed. Within ten minutes, she had fallen into a deep, dreamless slumber.
At 4AM her eyelids opened slowly, and she turned on the light, went over to her desk, and opened up her journal once again.
Dear Diary,
This girl is really starting to get on my nerves. She's so weak and helpless, she can't even take care of herself. I don't see why her parents decided to take her to a shrink, I know they probably mean well, but all they're going to wind up doing is hurting her. He said not to tell anyone. He made us promise even if she was the one who spoke. He said that if anybody found out, he would track Hilary down and kill her. I just hope the stupid girl listens to him, or else we'll all be dead.
Love always,
Lorraine
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Kylie sighed as she sat down beside Kai. "I hate this. She doesn't talk anymore, and she hardly even smiles. I know Mom and Dad think that we should act as if nothing is different, but I can't help it. Sometimes, its like she doesn't even know who we are."
Kai sighed and looked at his twin. He knew how she felt. He didn't show it, but he missed the old Hilary too. The Hilary who climbed into bed with him in the middle of the night when there was a storm or she had a bad dream. The Hilary who always played jokes on him but would smile so big that he couldn't help but laugh along with the others. He felt like it was partially his fault that she was like this, after all, he was her big brother. He was supposed to be able to protect her, to keep things like this from happening to her.
"Sometimes, I'm sure she doesn't know who we are," he said it so softly that Kylie almost didn't hear it.
"But, how can she not remember us? We're her family, her friends. She grew up with us. She was always the strong one, nothing like this should have happened to her!"
Tyson, who was sitting across from them narrowed his eyes. "You're overreacting, Kylie."
She snorted. "How, may I ask, am I overreacting? My little sister doesn't know who I am half of the time! If anything, your under-reacting!"
The bluenette frowned. "That's not even a real word!"
"That's not the point!" she yelled. "The point is that my little sister, your best friend, can't even recognize us half the time. She doesn't speak anymore. She's pregnant. And, she has to see a shrink. Hilary, our Hilary, has to see a shrink. It's just wrong! She is stronger than this, but she's just too stubborn to tell anyone what happened to her!"
"Oh," Tyson exclaimed, "and if you were in her shoes you'd be willing to tell everybody what happened to you? She probably has a perfectly good reason for not telling us what happened."
Kai looked up at his friend. "Oh, like what?"
The sixteen-year-old shrugged. "How should I know? Its not like I can read her mind or anything."
Kylie couldn't help but let a small smile grace her face. That was just like Tyson, to get so worked up about something, and not even know what he's talking about. She shook her head, wondering what Hilary saw in him.
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Dawn and Drew Hiwitari sat on either side of their daughter as they waited for Dr. Paisley to finish sorting through his files.
After a few minutes, the fifty-three-year-old was done, and smiled at his patient and her parents. "Sorry for the inconvenience, my last patient was a little clingy and didn't want to leave, so I had to keep him ten minutes over."
Dawn smiled faintly at him. "Well then, I guess it's a good thing that we were eleven minutes late."
The doctor chuckled. "Yes, I guess it is," he turned his attention to Hilary, "So, Hilary, would you like to lie down on the couch today?" he asked that question every time she came to one of his sessions. He expected her to react like she always did, to either shake her head no or shrink back in fear.
But she didn't.
Instead, the brunette's head fell forward, and when she sat back up she pulled her hair out of the ponytail that it was in and shook her hair loose. Her ruby eyes, which were usually full of boredom and fear, were now filled with aggravation and mischief.
"Listen, Doc," she said in a deep sensual voice, "I don't know why you always have to ask that question when you know that my answer will always be the same. N-O. No, I don't want to lay down on the damn couch!"
Drew and Dawn exchanged glances with each other, that was not their daughters voice.
Dr. Paisley raised an eyebrow. This was the first time he had ever heard her speak. "Why, Hilary do---"
She cut him off. "Call me Lorraine. It's my middle name. No, better yet, call me Lori."
"Okay," the doctor said, "that makes since. Why don't you want to lay on the couch?"
She crossed her legs and leaned forward a bit, showing a bit of her cleavage. "Because, I don't trust you."
He let out a soft sigh. "Hil…I mean…Lori, can you tell me anything about the two months in which you were missing?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Listen here, Dr. Marcus Paisley, I don't want to have a conversation with you. I only want to let you know that you need to mind your own business. You need to know that neither Hilary, nor I will tell you anything that happened."
At her last sentence, Dr. Paisley realized that Lori was one of Hilary's other personalities. He frowned. "Why won't you tell me anything, Lori?"
She leaned her head back for a few seconds before answering. "Because, our very lives depend on it."
He opened his mouth to ask her another question, but her head fell forward again, and when she looked back up her eyes were empty once again. He sighed. "How do you feel, Hilary?"
She looked at him and placed a hand to her mouth, indicating that she was tired.
He nodded. "Do you think that you're done for the day?"
She nodded.
"Okay, then I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
Hilary and Dawn walked out of the room, but Drew stayed behind.
"Dr. Paisley," he said coolly, "can you please tell me what just happened? Who was that? Because it most definitely wasn't my daughter. She would never speak like that."
Marcus nodded. "You're right. She wouldn't. That was one of her alternate egos."
Drew raised an eyebrow. "You're saying that that foul mouthed flirt was one of my daughter's alternate egos? What do you mean by that?"
The doctor closed his eyes, trying to think of the right words to use. "Your daughter has a very rare disease called Multiple Personality Disorder, or MPD. This usually happens when a somebody has gone through a traumatic experience, in this case being kidnapped, molested, and raped. During the incident the person calls for others to help them out, causing their personality to divide in two or more. In this case, Hilary called on Lori. What I believe is that Lori is the wilder side of your daughter, the side that likes to flirt and toys with boys hearts. It's a part that I'm sure every woman has. And I'm guessing that Lori came out because Hilary was being sexually abused."
"So," Drew said slowly, "you're saying that Lori is a part of my daughter that she always kept under lock?"
Dr. Paisley nodded. "She probably didn't even know it existed," he smiled kindly at the younger man, "The human mind is a strange thing, is it not?"
Drew nodded. "It sure is. It sure is."