A/N: So… This chapter is a little different. The italics aren't going to be Rocky's thoughts, but rather just…. I don't really know what they are, just… extra information, poetic detail, etc. Enjoy.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Shake it Up. Is this story really Disney-approved?
"Danny, you're really freaking me out. Where are we going?"
"It doesn't matter, damn it!" He screamed, slamming on the brakes, "Do you hear me?" He said, smacking her across the face.
She nodded fearfully. "I get it, Danny, I do, okay!"
This was getting out
of hand, fast.
"Good." He hit the gas. The road became desolate and winding. After a while, he pulled over, and got out of the car.
"What are we doing here?" Rocky asked softly, staring at the surrounding landscape. They were in the middle of a forest, miles away from any one who might help her.
Oh yes, Rocky, knew
she was in trouble.
She just didn't know
what to do about it.
He grabbed her, and forced her unto the ground.
"Danny! Danny, what are you doing?" She screamed, panicking.
"What do you think I'm doing. I've been waiting all week for this."
His hands were
all over, touching
taboo places.
Places she'd
rather he left
alone.
"Danny, please stop! Please!"
"Shut up, bitch."
Tearing at her
clothes, she soon
finds herself
naked, bare
exposed.
She shivers as the wind howls past, picking up speed. Leafs are blowing around her, and clouds cover the moon, engulfing her in darkness.
Tears threaten
to spill.
She blinks them back.
She grits her teeth, begging herself not to cry.
Don'tcryDon'tcryDon'tcry.
He's smiling now. A crooked, cruel smile.
She wishes she
was as strong
as Cece. Strong
enough, to slap
that smile off
his cold, cruel face.
What would Cece do? It's the first time in weeks she thinks of Cece.
Cece, her
crazy, redheaded
best friend. Cece,
her confidant. Why
hadn't she told
her. Asked for
her help?
She tries to put herself as far from here as she can. As far from this twisted reality as she can get. She tries to block him out.
But as he
pushes inside
her. How can
she help but
feel it?
She doesn't try to stop the tears now. She's begging him to stop.
He doesn't. When he's finished, she sits in his car, arms crossed over her chest, fighting the tears that are inevitably coming. She stares down at herself. He hadn't been gentle with her.
She has black and
blue everywhere. Black
and blue, in places
she probably shouldn't.
"You know, if I'd known you were just gonna lay there, I wouldn't have bothered."
It takes everything
she has not
to scream.
In the end, she couldn't stop herself from replying, "Then you shouldn't have, jackass."
She isn't sure
what possessed her
to say that. But it
felt good.
He shoves her into the side of the car, "Don't you talk to me like that, you hear?"
She nodds, biting her lip. She really shouldn't have said that.
But, for once,
she didn't give
a damn. He
had raped her.
So it was worth it.