Something Old, Something New
A/N: Warning: This chapter deal with heavy details of sexual assault. This part is by all means skippable. Hope y'all enjoy.
Sandy laid in a twin size bed, finally about to drift off in a peaceful slumber for once before the wood outside her door creaked and a quiet drawled swear reached her ears. She turned over as a bit of light from the kitchen spilled into her room for a moment before the door closed.
"I know yer awake, darlin'. Let's play a game, hm?"
Sandy flinched at her uncle's voice and the subsequent unbuckling of a belt, going completely still as he pressed into her. Weighing her down beneath him. Each and every touch made her want to throw up. At some point, she must have because Don swore and growled something in her ear about being filthy. Her bed creaked under his movement as he rolled over, pressing her small frame into the mattress.
Sandy gasped, shooting up in the same room but not in the same bed. The bed was a king-size and with it came Shadow, who had woken up at the first wordless whimper she made, red eyes concerned.
His voice was low as he sat up. "You alright?" he asked, turning on the bedside lamp to see her face.
She shook her head, fiddling with the shirt she wore. She flinched, only relaxing once she realized it was just Shadow grabbing her hand.
"Squeeze once for no, twice for yes." He said, voice calm even when tears had started to fall onto his thigh. "Are you okay?"
One squeeze.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
No.
"Alright. That's fine," he said, wiping away a few of her tears. "Do you need me to get someone?" he continued.
She opened her mouth to speak, closing it once a ragged wheeze came out. Two squeezes.
SpongeBob murmured something about jellyfishing as he slept. In his dream, he chased them with Patrick, laughing and giggling like always. "Huh?" he mumbled as the door opened and Shadow stood there, brows furrowed with what appeared to be worry.
"Sandy needs you," he said before walking off expecting the sponge to follow. He did.
He found Sandy with the cover pooled into her lap and immediately taking Shadow's hand in hers and squeezing three times as thanks. She had bags under her eyes, and they were red from what SpongeBob knew was crying since he did it so much himself.
"Sandy?" he asked, crawling into bed between the two. "Are you okay?"
Sandy shook her head again, taking in a deep breath and letting it out. "I," she cleared her throat, looking at Shadow as he rubbed her back. "Y'know how I told y'all 'bout my uncle?"
SpongeBob frowned then nodded, taking Sandy's free hand.
She gave him a watery smile. "Well, my, uh, my aunt got a call from him n—."
SpongeBob gasped, chewing at the nails on his free hand. "That's awful. We gotta do somethi—."
"We can't," she interrupted, lowering her voice once she realized she had spoken too loudly. She didn't want to involve anyone else in her current mess. "Jus'," she sighed. "Jus' promise to, I dunno, if you hear anythin' about him from anyone, go get Shadow, alright?" she asked.
SpongeBob nodded. "Of course, Sandy. Try and get some sleep, okay?" he said, getting two hand squeezes from the squirrel.
Sandy hummed in response, letting Shadow pull her close.
Becca pulled up to the Cheeks residence, fanning herself with the planetarium pamphlet she picked up at the airport. She wore an old, faded tank top and shorts. She smiled to herself, knowing her cousin Sandy had her husband to be over. To be quite frank, she was surprised they hadn't slept together yet.
But maybe she could fix that.