Last time...

"Who's Shelby?" Amy asked.

"My sister." Jesse said in an almost inaudible whisper as he buried his face in the crook of Beca's neck.

Amy gave Beca a look and said "What did he say?"

Beca hugged Jesse as tightly as she possibly could, his forehead now resting on her shoulder. She looked at Amy and said, "Shelby is Jesse's older sister. She died in the fire."

"HO-LY FUCK-BALLS!" Amy said as she eyed Jesse and Beca. "This joint is haunted!"

CHAPTER 18

"Amy, I don't think the house is haunted." Beca said while still consoling an obviously distraught Jesse.

"But you said Shelby died in the fire." Amy retorted "She died... In. This. House."

"Yes, she died in the house as a result of the fire, but she's not the only one that passed away that night."

"Who else died?

"Chloe Walker...Shelby's nanny" Beca said.

"And why don't you think the house is haunted?" Amy asked with her hand on her hips.

"Well, I think that maybe they have unfinished business here in the physical world and that's why their souls haven't crossed over."

Amy started packing her things. "Fuck that! This isn't what I signed up for. Peace out bitches!"

"Amy, don't be like that." Beca pleaded. "How could they rest in peace knowing their murderer is roaming the streets free as a bird?"

"Beca, in case you didn't hear me the first time I said it, I said, 'peace out bitches!'"

"Amy wait!" Beca called to her. "Babe are you gonna be ok for a minute?" she asked Jesse.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Go talk to Amy."

"Amy wait! We need your help. You're the only one we can trust with this. Please stay."

"I don't know Beca. There's some freaky ass shit going on around here."

"Amy, I swear we didn't know about this. How could we? Please...don't go." she pleaded as she grabbed Amy's wrist. "Please."

"Beca don't make that face. You know what that face does to me." Amy shouted. "Damnit Beca! Lock it up! And quit batting those big blue puddles at me!"

"Amy, we need your help." Beca pleaded again. "We can't do this without you."

Amy sighed, "Ok. Alright, you win, but we only come here during the day. Got it?"

"Got it. We won't work late." Beca said hooking her arm through Amy's. "Let's get back inside, I need to check on Jesse."

Once inside, Beca checked on a still shaken Jesse. He had told her about Chloe and Shelby but he never divulged that Shelby's favorite song was "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" or that Chloe used to sing it to her all the time. When he calmed down enough to tell them his thoughts, he told them about the song and that he guessed the voice they heard was Chloe's.

Shortly after collecting themselves, they all got back to work collecting items they thought might be considered evidence. As they were tagging and bagging things they found, Beca came across a piece of paper that was burned around the edges but she was easily able to make out what was written on it. It was Governor Babineaux's letterhead and on it was an address. The address read: 15039 N. Chinquapin Acres Road. Hmmm...What could it mean? Beca was pretty sure she already knew exactly what it meant and the thought made her sick, but without saying a word or alerting Jesse or Amy to her discovery, she bagged the piece of paper, logged it and moved on.

Since there wasn't electricity to the house and because she promised Amy they wouldn't work late, they packed up the evidence they collected that day and headed out for the evening. Beca and Jesse bid Amy farewell but decided to hang around for a more minutes before going home. As they locked up, they could hear the sounds of a child or children running about; laughing and playing and what sounded like a ball bouncing coming from inside the house. They looked at each other and decided it was most definitely time to go.

Everyday they would meet Amy at the Toussaint house for about 10 o'clock in the morning only breaking for lunch and they would wrap up around 4 o'clock or so. After spending nearly ten days thoroughly combing the the grounds and the house, they were fairly certain they collected everything to wrap up their investigation.

Beca and Jesse went back to the house a few more times just to be sure they hadn't missed anything. When they were absolutely certain there was nothing left to collect, they made the drive back to LSU, as promised, to drop everything off to Professor Reid. Upon looking at everything that was collected, he told they he was thoroughly impressed with their attention to detail and their collection process. He said that based everything he saw in the photographs and videos Amy showed him, that the three of them worked like a well oiled machine. Professor Reid promised to let them know what he thought and what the findings were once he processed everything. He told them that because of the number of items they brought to him, it may take several weeks to a month to know anything for certain. After twenty years, what was a few more weeks? Now all that was left to do was wait.

A few days after bringing the evidence to Professor Reid, Jesse and Beca decided to reward themselves by spending an entire day down by the creek. After a glorious day spent together they reluctantly decided it was time to head back to the stables. When they arrived home, they treated the horses to a nice warm bath and a special treat of oats, carrots and apples. After putting Dakota in his stall, Jesse went out back to finish cleaning while Beca was in the stable brushing Whiskey. She was facing the back of Whiskey's stall when she heard someone walk in behind her. "Have you already finished out back?" she asked turning around expecting to see Jesse but finding Luke instead. He was blocking her only way out of the stall. "Fuck!" she muttered to herself. "Just what I need."

"Expecting someone else?"

"What do you want Luke?" Beca asked continuing to brush Whiskey.

"What do I want?" Luke said walking up behind Beca, grabbed her hips and started to grind on her. "Mmm, this right here. This is what I want."

"Get off Luke!" she yelled trying to push his hands off of her.

Luke laughed a very deep throated evil laugh as he continued to pull her closer. "I will not 'get off'. You're so sexy and sweet." he said kissing her neck.

"I said get off you son of bitch!" Luke wasn't backing away and he wouldn't take his hands off of her. He caught her in a vulnerable position and there was no way for her to get away from him.

"But I want you." he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. He kept one arm firmly wrapped around her waist the other he used to turn her head toward him. "I'm going to have you and you're gonna be quiet. Do you understand me?" She nodded her head and he shoved her across the stall. She fell to the ground before turning to face him.

With a look a fear on her face she asked "What are you gonna do to me?"

Luke started to unbuckle his belt then unbuttoned his pants. Beca was panicking. "Where's Jesse?" she thought. Then she got an awful feeling, "Oh God. What if Luke did something to him?" Just then she saw it; Luke had a gun in a holster on his belt and she knew he would use it if Jesse busted in. She silently prayed that Jesse was safe and that as much as she wanted and needed him to save her that he wouldn't walk in. She figured if she cooperated that it would be over with quickly and Luke would leave. She pushed herself backwards into the corner trying to get as far away from Luke as she could.

As Luke walked further into the stall, Whiskey started neighing, stomping his feet and bucking. He was upset and feeding off Beca's fears and emotions. She thanked God that Toby was in the house. Luke would surely have killed him.

"Shhh, Whiskey...it's ok. It's ok boy. It's ok." she said quietly trying to calm him. "It's ok Whiskey. Shh!"

Luke made the rest of way over to her in two steps and back handed her hard across the face. "I told you to stay quiet you little bitch!" Beca grabbed her cheek and cried silently; resigning herself to the fact that she was getting ready to be brutally raped and more than likely beaten some more. She tried to put her fears aside and prepare herself for the pain she was about to endure because she knew Luke wasn't going to be gentle with her. She knew he would be hard and rough and it was going to hurt like hell.

She watched as Luke took his belt and tied her wrists together before hooking them on a nail over her head. She watched him carefully, trying to take mental notes of everything he was doing and wearing. He was being very methodical, as if he had practiced this over and over in his mind.

She panicked inwardly as she watched him pull a syringe out of his pocket. He took the cap off with his teeth and spit it across the stall. "This is going to help keep you quiet." he told her trying to stick the needle in her arm as she wiggled about. "Did you honestly think you could just fool around with that fucking low life stable boy and I wouldn't find out?" he asked her. "You're MY fiancé Beca...MINE, I will not be made a fool of because you've decided to be a fucking whore."

"I'm sorry Luke. I'm sorry, you're right, I won't do it again...I swear. I won't fool around with Jesse anymore. I'll break it off." she said praying that Jesse hadn't heard what she said. She only said those things to try and get out of being raped and beaten. She thought that if she was agreeable that he would back off.

"Too late doll face. You let him take what was supposed to be mine. Now, it's time for you to pay the piper."

"NO!" she yelled. "I'll cooperate, I promise. You don't have to drug me. Please Luke...Please." She begged him; kicking her legs and trying to get away but she couldn't get her arms free. He put the syringe down and tore her shirt off then began fondling her breasts through her bra before he decided to tear that off too. Tears streamed down her face as he nuzzled her breasts, biting, nipping and sucking them. She closed her eyes because he was hurting her and she knew if she screamed he would hit her again. She tried to imagine that it was Jesse touching her but even if he was angry with her he would never do these things to her. When she felt Luke unbutton her jeans she stilled, eyes wide; she knew what was getting ready to happen. Her jeans were tight and Luke forced his hand down her pants, "Mmm, wheels are waxed...just how I like it." He said just before he bit her on the sensitive skin between her belly button and her pelvic bone.

When he saw her tattoo he produced a knife from his pocket and said, "Cowboy. Is that what you call him? How cute is that?" Pressing the knife into her flesh before dragging it across the tattoo, he said, "This has got to go!" Beca could feel blood oozing out of the fresh wound which she prayed was superficial. She cried out in pain and he backhanded her again several times. When Luke stopped, she opened her swelling eyes and saw that he had the syringe in his hand again.

"Luke, please don't. Please. I swear I'll behave. I'll cooperate. Please don't." He just laughed at her pointless pleas then jabbed the needle into her arm. She hissed as it pierced her skin, she cried and screamed. "JESSSSEEEEE! JESSSSEEEE! PLEEEAASSSEEE HELP MEEEEE! JESSSSEEEE!"

Luke backhanded her across the mouth to quiet her and she could suddenly taste her own blood. Each time she cried out or screamed Whiskey bucked and thrashed wildly inside the stall; he was upset and trying his damnedest to let someone know what was happening to her. She wished he would just kick Luke in the head and put an end to all of this. All she could do was pray that Luke didn't turn his gun on her most prized possession. If he did she would beg him to do the same to her.

Luke let out another wildly wicked laugh. "Yell all you want. He's not coming for you... you stupid little tramp!" Luke yelled and backhanded her again.

"What did you ... do ... to ... him?" she could feel the effects of the drug taking over her body. The drug allowed her to be conscious and aware but as much as she tried she couldn't vocalize anything.

Luke stood up and pulled his pants and boxers down around his knees then started to jerk himself off. "You're gonna suck my fuckin' dick you fuckin' whore!" He threw his head back and laughed when Beca's eyes got big. "What's the matter sugar, you haven't seen a cock this big before?" Luke said as he continued to jerk himself off. "Damn it! Come on! What the fuck? Why can't I get it up? Fuck!" he yelled. Internally Beca was laughing because Luke was much smaller than Jesse and couldn't get hard but she was still scared to death of what he was going to do to her when he finally did.

Luke knelt down in front of Beca while continuing to try to jerk himself off. He started kissing her along her jaw and neck hoping that would help speed things along. Beca noted that he smelled of stale cigarettes, cheap whiskey and sweat. It was absolutely nauseating. With tears running down her face, Beca was silently thanking God that he couldn't get it up. He was moaning, his hand going 90 to nothing up and down his floppy member. He was probably doing more harm than good and had to be getting chaffed by now Beca thought, he was still as limp as a cooked noodle. He started sucking and biting her neck and chest so hard that winced in pain, biting her own lip to keep from making anymore noise. She knew that he was leaving marks that she was going to have to look at for days and weeks to come. She prayed that Jesse or someone would come in and catch him.

Luke was definitely persistent because he had been going at it for some time and he still wasn't hard. His arm and wrist had to hurt. Suddenly, something caught Beca's eye, she looked up to see Jesse walking up behind Luke, shotgun in hand. His eye was swollen and starting to bruise, his shirt torn. He had put up a fight. He put his finger to his lips motioning for Beca to be quiet. Using nothing but her eyes, she pleaded with him to hurry, to save her from this monster. Jesse nodded, letting her know that he understood. She closed her eyes and prayed that Jesse could pull off whatever he was getting ready to do and she prayed that he did it quickly.

Luke stopped kissing her and said, "I cannot wait for you to deep throat my cock. I wanna take a picture of you doing it so that on nights when I'm not with you I can look at it and get myself off." Beca opened her eyes and looked down, he still wasn't hard. All she could think was that she was with him right now and he couldn't get it up, how was seeing a picture of her with his STD riddled cocktail wiener in her mouth going to get him off later on. Then she thought, "He should have taken a Viagra instead of drugging me."

"Get off of her you rotten son of bitch!" Jesse yelled with his gun at the ready. Luke grabbed his gun and turned around only to be staring down the barrel of Jesse's double gauge shotgun.

A/N: Well...what did you think? Initially this chapter was much longer, but figured this was a good stopping point aka cliffhanger, because who doesn't love a cliffhanger?! Hope you enjoyed. Please leave me a review.