Title: The Life & Times of Sara Sidle

Rating: T (This chapter may be M...not sure though)

Summary: (You all know by now)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters!

A/N: A big thanks to CSHighland who pointed a few things out to me! Note that Matt is actually 17...though you won't care too much about his age after this chapter because I think most of you will be with me in an angry mob wanting to kill him...anyways, this chapter is depressing...just to let you know! Thank you guys for reviewing!

July 21, 1986- 11:28 am- Residence of Ted and Nancy Wilcoff

Sara had gotten up early that morning, but she decided to stay in her room and clean for a while. After making her bed, she picked up some of the clothes in her room on her floor. Then, she grabbed a rag and went over the surfaces of her dressers and nightstands looking for dust. One coughing fit and dirty rag later and she was done.

When she finally emerged from her bedroom, Ted and Nancy were running through the house frantically.

"What's going on?" asked Sara.

Nancy was going through the closet in the hallway. "My mother's insisting we go visit them...we're not going to be back for a while," she muttered.

"Okay..."

Ted came out of their bedroom muttering to himself. "But you're lucky, you get to stay here with Matt..."

Nancy whacked him in the back of the head. "Shut up, you baby."

Ted continued his whining as they went through the house searching for their things.

"Whoa, wait a minute- how long are you guys going to be gone?" Sara asked following them.

"A few days maybe," Nancy said stuffing clothes into her bag.

"Okay..."

"You kids be good and hold down the fort while we're gone," Ted said ruffling her hair.

Sara smiled. "We will."

Nancy ran out of the house throwing her bag into the car. She ran back inside. "Come on, Ted! We're going to be late!"

"Your parents don't care, your old man's senile, he doesn't know when we're late or early!"

Nancy grabbed him by his ear and pulled him out of the house after waving goodbye. Sara laughed and waved back as she watched them disappear around the corner in their car.

Sara closed the front door, turning the two locks on the door and walking into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out the peanut butter and jelly for a sandwich. Setting them on the counter, her eyes scanned the area for the bread. She found it sitting on one of the kitchen counters and she untwisted the bag and took out two pieces of bread.

"Hey Sara," Matt said walking out of his room straightening out his hair with his hands.

"Hey Matt," Sara said with a smile. She took out a butter knife and spread the peanut butter on her bread. "Just wake up?"

"Nah," he said shaking his head. "I've been up for a while, I didn't want to get in the middle of Ted and Nancy's hunt."

Sara laughed a little. "I can see what you mean."

Matt nodded and walked around to where Sara was and took out two pieces of bread from the bag. "So, uh...your friend, Josh? Was that his name?"

Sara nodded. "What about him?"

"Well, he seemed kind of...paranoid about me," Matt said spreading jelly on his bread.

Sara smiled. "Don't worry, he'll learn to like you. He's always been like that," Sara said after she finished making her sandwich.

Matt nodded and sat down eating his sandwich. Sara sat down at the table eating her sandwich and peered up at Matt every now and then who didn't take a second glance at her. The whole time they ate was silent except for when they finally finished eating and got up to put their plates in the sink. And even then, the only sounds they heard were the plates clinking around in the sink as they set them down.

Sara, wanting to find a way out of the awkward silence, looked out the window of the kitchen over the sink. It was cloudy today, which she found strange because it was the middle of July. There were no birds out flying around and she didn't hear any of their happy chirping. This just made the situation even more awkward. There weren't even any cars driving past the house on the road or backing out of their driveways. It was silent. It seemed like the entire world was dead except for those in her home.

The awkwardness made Sara think of what Josh had said to her about Matt. Why would he think Matt wasn't good for her? Why would he think that she wasn't safe around him just because he was so many years older than her? Why was he insisting that he stay by her side everywhere she went and all the time? Matthew didn't seem like a bad person. In fact, Sara found him to be a kind, humorous person.

Yet...Sara felt a bit uncomfortable being alone for a few days with just Matthew. She didn't know what it was...she just felt a bit awkward being around him without someone else in the house. She thought maybe it was because she still didn't know him very well. For goodness sake, she had just met the guy the day before, but...she still didn't feel right around him. Still, she tried her best to reassure herself that he was a good guy and that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her. He was her foster brother so she should treat him with respect, right? He wasn't her biological brother who was most likely sitting in rehab somewhere trying to convince the people working there to give him a joint, he was a different person.

But there was still something about him that was a bit strange, and Sara felt it in her gut.

"Sara, could you come into my room for a minute?" Matthew asked from his bedroom. Sara was hesitant on her reply, but she finally answered him.

"Sure."

She was mentally slapping herself in the face for saying she would. She didn't want to be in his room with him alone. Josh's words were still echoing in her mind and at the same time, she needed to convince herself- Sara Sidle- that this guy was okay. She needed to make sure that he passed the Sara Sidle Approval Quiz with flying colors.

Walking into his room, Sara cracked the door open a bit and looked around the room. He was nowhere in sight. But...he had called her into his room, right? She could've sworn that his voice was coming from this room.

"Matt? Matt, where'd you go?"

She found the answer to her question when his door slammed shut. She turned around to see what had caused the door to slam shut and she found out what did it when Matt was standing in front of his closed door. She could've sworn she heard the lock on his door click, but she soon forgot about it when he had slammed her against the wall. Now she was just focused on protecting herself.

"Hey Sara."

Sara turned to look at him with confused and now frightened eyes.

"You remember in school all those books you had to read about sex and the human anatomy?"

Oh god...

He leaned closer to her face so that he was by her ear. "Would you like a crash course?"

Sara didn't even have time to reply because he had slammed her onto his bed, pinning her down by her wrists. He had one hand clamped over her mouth so that her screams came out in muffled cries. He leaned closer to her face again. "Do try and enjoy it," he said in a whisper and kissed her on the cheek as he sat up, still on top of her but now unzipping his pants.

Sara was kicking from underneath him, but he had a firm grip on her wrists and his full weight was on her. Tears ran down her cheeks as she saw him throw his jeans on the floor and move his hand to the waistband of her pants. She moved around frantically as he began undoing the button on her jeans and slowly undoing the zipper. She cried out as he slid her jeans off and started ripping at her shirt after throwing his own shirt off.

Josh was right. And now she was going to find out the hard way.

He ripped her shirt at the collar and then moved his hands elsewhere. He slid his boxers off of his waist as he moved his hands to her underwear, which he ripped off. Still holding her wrists to her sides and a hand clamped over her mouth, he raped her. Angry and sad tears ran down her face as he continued to rape her, ignoring her cries for him to stop and her whimpers of pain and terror. He looked straight into her eyes as he continued, his face emotionless, his eyes lifless. Sara felt so small, so worthless- she just wanted it to stop. She wanted the pain and terror to just disappear. She wanted him to stop violating her, to stop taking away her innocence and purity.

But he did not stop.

He didn't stop until he was done with her. When he finally was, he was panting with exhaustion and he got up off of her slipping his boxers and jeans back on. After throwing his shirt back on, he leaned over her shaking form and pecked her on the lips with his. "Have fun?" he asked with a smile and walked out of the room, leaving her pale and shaking form alone. After reassuring herself that he was gone and that she was really alone now, she slid onto the floor and searched for her clothes. Getting dressed, she tried to crawl out of the room, but she couldn't make it out of the room completely. All her strength was drained. She couldn't move anymore, she couldn't think. She couldn't even breathe.

And she collapsed half-way through the doorway of his room.

Josh was riding his bike to Sara's house muttering to himself. "Stupid Frankie and George making me clean the bathrooms..." he said under his breath as he continued to mutter. When he arrived at her house, his stomach dropped. The front door was open. He let his bike fall on the ground and he ran into the house.

"Sara? Sara, where are you?"

He ran through the house, looking around frantically trying to find her. "SARA! WHERE ARE YOU?"

He stopped when he finally spotted her.

This was a sight he never wanted to ever see in his life.

Sara was on the floor, obviously unconscious. Her shirt was ripped at the color and her pants had been zipped up sloppily. He saw the bruises on her wrists from when she had been held down. He kneeled down beside her, shaking her.

"Sara, come on, Sara, wake up."

He rolled her over and looked at her pale form. "Oh god Sara, please, come on. Wake up."

He continued shaking her until her eyes fluttered open. She sat up screaming as she saw the male figure sitting over her.

"Sara! It's Josh!"

Sara stopped screaming when she heard his voice, but her body was shaking uncontrollably. She looked at his eyes before she leaned over and threw up to the left of her. When she was done she collapsed, her head resting on Josh's chest.

"He...was here...Josh, he..."

Josh had tears forming in his eyes. How could someone do this to such a frail and innocent creature?

"Josh...Matt...he...tried to...make him stop...but...too strong...pushed me down..."

Josh tried to quiet her down as she continued to tell him what happened. He pulled her close to him and ran his hands through her hair and rubbed her back.

"Tore off...shirt...and...pants..." she said in between breaths.

"It's okay, Sara," Josh said.

"He...he raped me, Josh!" Sara cried into his chest, sobbing with the little breath she had left. She clinged to his shirt with the remaining strength she had.

"That bastard..." Josh whispered, tears now running down his own face.

"He raped me..." she said again, shaking as she sobbed. "He raped me!" she screamed again.

"Shh...shh...Sara, it's okay," Josh said holding her close. "I'm going to catch this bastard."

"Don't leave me...he...he'll come back," Sara said in between sobs, holding onto him tightly.

"I won't," he told her. "I'm never going to leave you. I promise."

Sara nodded as she continued to cry into his chest and he whispered soothing things to her.

"How dare that bastard take away your innocence," Josh said in a firm tone, but tears were still running down his face. "THAT BASTARD TOOK YOU AWAY FROM ME!" he yelled. He looked down at her face.

"I'm going to kill that son-of-a-bitch."