Yay, thanks for the three reviews MJ MOD and Emptyvoices and FaNtAsMaS ChIcA!
Also, just as a warning, later on it's going to be a little more… um… how should I put it… well, let's just say later on it's not for the faint of heart, or someone who will be shocked by me writing this.
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I woke up in Clair's Grandmother's house, lying on the bed in Clair's room.
Clair was sitting with the other girls on the floor, talking quietly.
I sat up, but immediately felt like someone was throwing bricks at my head.
"Katey! You're awake!" Amanda said loudly.
"You're sleeping here tonight, I already called your mom; we're all sleeping over. The guys are down at the police station." Clair explained.
I leapt off the bed.
"WHAT?" I yelled, fighting off the drunken feeling.
"Relax; they're only turning him on attempted rape. They don't have to say who he was trying to… you know…"
I sat down and leaned back against the pillow.
"What happened after I hit my head? I can't remember anything except telling you guys about what happened."
"Well, you said "don't tell anyone" and then" your knees gave and you fell back, but Amanda here caught you. So then I said, we'll take her back to my grandma's house, and we'll have another sleepover, just incase the guy, like, breaks free and tries to come after you again. So we put you in the car and brought you here. End of story." Clair said, shrugging.
"What about that guy, how'd the guys get him to the police station?" I asked. Last time I'd seen him he was trying to beat his way past the guys to try and get to me.
"Well, we kinda had to knock 'em out the hard way. Ethan kneed him right in the forehead, and boom, he was out like a light. So they shoved him in a car and told us they'll be over after they put the guy away." Christi explained.
Downstairs there was the sound of chimes, and Abby jumped up.
"I'll get it. It's probably just the guys…" She said, going out through the parlor and down the stairs.
There was muffled talking from downstairs, and then a loud "WHAT?" from Abby.
We all looked at each other and hopped up from where we were, racing downstairs.
The guys were all standing in the doorway, changed from their costumes, and looking like a cross between apologetic and enraged.
"What happened?" Kelee asked, sounding like she really didn't want to know.
"They wouldn't take that guy to jail." Abby said, her voice shaking with rage.
I felt like throwing up and fainting at the same time.
"What! Why?" Jenny asked, now sounding angry.
"They said there was no proof." Said Ethan, sounding even more pissed than Jenny and Abby combined.
"How was there no proof?" Amanda asked, disbelieving.
"He woke up, but he kept saying that he didn't touch anyone, and that we had ganged up on him. They had no choice but to let him go." Zach said, looking like he wanted to punch something.
Well wasn't this going to be a fun night?
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I had borrowed some of Clair's pajama's again (strawberry shortcake shorts and a white camisole) which I felt extremely uncomfortable in them after today.
When Clair handed them over she apologized, but they were the only ones she had on hand.
Now it was long past we had retired to the upstairs parlor, and everyone except me was asleep.
I had my eyes wide open, staring un-blinking straight up at the ceiling.
Now that it was all quiet with nothing to distract me, I could only think about how a perfectly good night had turned into living Hell.
As I turned onto my side, I felt a searing pain, and I quickly rolled back onto my back. For the second time I had forgotten about the bruise on my hip where I had fallen.
My mind flashed back to the millisecond before the guy had grabbed my forearm, where a bruise was starting to develop. I had been thinking about my dance, and wondering what Ethan had thought. After all, I had told him that I wasn't in ballet.
And then I remembered lying on the ground, helpless, bound and gagged, and naked to the waist when he came to find me.
And then when I had gone to him after I had knocked out the guy… I flushed just thinking about it…
Twice he had seen me almost completely naked… Oh, I couldn't tell anyone… especially not mom! She would kill me! And…OHMIGOD! THE COSTUME! It was in good shape, considering what it had been through, but the slippers… the blood on them… oh man, how was I going to escape that… Oh my god… what was that?
There was the sound of breaking glass, and around me, everyone else woke up, also hearing it.
"What the hell was that?" Christi whispered, sounding terrified.
"I don't know…" Aaron said, standing up. "Come on guys, let's go see…"
The guys all got noiselessly to their feet, going slowly down the stairs as to make no noise.
"It couldn't be that guy, could it?" Kelee asked quietly, scooting closer to Abby.
"I hope not…" I whispered back, now being squished in the middle of Clair and Amanda as they scooted closer to me.
We waited in anxious silence for a minute, trying to hear anything from downstairs, but there was only quiet, and then…
Laughter?
"What in the world?" Clair wondered aloud.
Christi stood up and went over to the stairs, calling down, "What happened?"
"There's a cat here! It broke a vase." Came Kurt's voice, laughing.
"You didn't tell us there's a cat here." Jenny said to Clair.
"Yeah, I forgot to tell you guys…" Clair said, sounding extremely embarrassed.
"Got us all scared for nothing! Next time there's any creepy sounds you're going to be the one who goes down!" Amanda said, moving away from Clair in fake disgust.
We laughed, and relaxed some.
"So what time is it?" Christi asked, leaning her head on Clair's shoulder and yawning.
There was a little beep and then a blue light brightened the room a little.
"One Twenty-four" Abby read off her cell phone.
"Man, we crashed that early?" Clair asked to no one in particular "We must be getting old."
"No, we just danced to much or something." Amanda said, leaning back on her elbows.
"Of course, no one danced like Katey over here." Jenny said, laughing.
"Yes, I know, I rock. Go me." I said, smiling.
"Why so modest?" Brian said, coming up the stairs.
"Because I'm cool like that." I said simply.
"Women, all the same; always so full of themselves." Kurt said, coming up behind Brian.
"No, you're just jealous because I'm beautiful."
The guys roared with laughter, and I joined them. It was good to have something to distract me with, and evidently that's what everyone else thought.
We kept talking for another hour, and then slowly, one by one, everyone fell asleep, with Clair coming up last.
"Okay, I think I've hit my limit for staying up…" She said, yawning.
"Nice." I said, but no response came.
"Clair?" I said, wondering if she had already fallen asleep.
No answer.
Lovely… I thought, accidentally rolling onto my bruise again.
-dream-
I was back at the school, standing outside the lobby again, thinking about Ethan, when suddenly I felt someone grab my wrist.
I was being dragged back behind the transformer, where I was bound and gagged, and then stripped to nothing.
I struggled against the person, but I couldn't see them. It was just a dark, hazy shape that was touching me all over.
I waited so long for Ethan to finally come out, calling my name, but he never did.
I jerked this way and that, trying to get away, but the shadow straddled me, keeping me still.
And then all at once I could see the shadow's face…
It was Francois.
I tried yelling and screaming, but the gag seemed to have stopped my trachea from functioning properly, and I couldn't make a sound.
"That bumbling fool wouldn't know how to pleasure you, my dear Fleur. And neither can that stupid Ethan. Only I can show you what real passion feels like." He said, starting to grind against me.
I arched my back, trying again to get him off of me, but he seemed to think that I was enjoying his rape.
"Ah, see, I knew you would come around to wanting me. It was just a matter of time. I suppose you realize that I could have protected you against that idiot redneck instead of allowing him to sneak up behind me and knock me out." He said, giving a hard thrust, making me want to cry out in pain.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He said, almost mocking the pain that showed in my eyes.
And then all of a sudden the scene changed. I was still bound and gagged by the transformer, but I was back in my pajamas.
Francois wasn't on top of me anymore, in fact, because he was standing menacingly in front of Ethan, both holding swords in their hands.
I tried to call out to him, begging for help, but I still couldn't speak.
Francois leered at me; "And now, my pet, it's time for the ultimate challenge: The battle to the death. Looser dies, winner gets you." He said, grinning like a madman.
I wanted to say 'And when did I consent to this?' but it was like my throat had been frozen.
Ethan looked totally lost. It was like a second grader in an advanced PH.D class for college, completely at loss as to why he was there.
Francois turned back to Ethan and said menacingly "Know how to fence, pussy?"
Ethan glared at his opponent.
"Of course I do."
"Good. Then we begin."
Francois held his sword like an expert, while Ethan held his awkwardly. It was clear that even if he knew how to fence, he hadn't practiced.
After maybe five minutes of this, Ethan was loosing terribly.
Francois already had ten touches, or should I say whacks. They weren't playing by the rules at all, and were making it look like the fight between Raoul and Erik during the Graveyard bit.
Francois made an expert jab; faking Ethan into thinking her was going left, but hit right, knocking the sword out of his hand.
He laughed triumphantly and strode of to me, jerking me to my feet and holding me close.
"And now you are all mine…" he said, ripping the gag out of my mouth and forcing his lips against mine.
But this time the kiss was different; no spark, no nothing. The only thing I felt was disgust, and I struggled to get away from him.
"Get away from me!" I said, pulling my head away.
There was the sound of a foil slapping a back, and I saw Ethan behind Francois, sword at the ready, challenging him to another duel.
"One more fight." Ethan said, trying to sound tough, but his eyes betrayed a little fear. "One more to prove who the winner is."
"Anything to prove I am more worthy than you, you bumbling idiot." Francois said, making the first move.
It seemed like in the split second after the first match was over Ethan had learned to properly wield the weapon, and was now winning, rather than loosing.
There was a tense moment where their swords were locked, both leaning their full weight into the swords, trying to make the other let go.
All of a sudden Francois stepped back without warning, and made Ethan perform one hell of a roll on the ground.
Francois had turned his back on Ethan, who was still holding onto his sword and jumping up from the ground. Ethan thrust his sword out at Francois's loosened hold, and easily knocked it out of his hands.
Francois whipped around in surprise, facing Ethan who was looking positively triumphant.
"I win." Ethan said, panting a little.
Francois was stunned; he had just been beaten by his enemy, and now had to pay the price of death.
But as Francois tensed, Ethan pushed past him and to me.
"Katey, are you alright? I know I've had to ask you this so many times today…" he said, hugging me.
I nodded, but he pulled back, remembering that I was still tied up.
"Sorry…" He mumbled, fumbling with the ropes on my hands.
The bonds came loose, and I bent, undoing the ropes on my ankles.
I stood up and hugged Ethan, pulling him close to me and laying my head on his shoulder.
"You've saved me so many times today…" I whispered, and lifted my head.
I hesitated for only a moment before I stood on tip-toe and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you." I said, and he pulled me into another hug, wrapping his arms around me.
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