WARNING! This chapter deals with rape.

Closer

Ring, Ring

I grab the phone next to my bed and answer it tiredly.

"Hello."

"Hello, Jenny. It's Dr. Lewis."

My eyes bulge as I whisper loudly into the phone.

"I told you to stop calling me!"

"But Je─"

"No! Stop calling me or I'll get a restraining order! I mean it!"

I slam the phone back into the receiver as I try to regulate my heavy breathing. I feel bad for yelling at her, I know she is just trying to help, but if anyone ever found out about what happened it would never be the same ever again. I can practically see Sam and Dean's looks of pity for the next few years, even when or if I get over it.

But I'm really not sure if I ever will get over it. This boy's face haunts me everyday.

"Jenn, Dinner's ready."

I look up at Dean, holding my door open just enough to fit his head in. I haven't really left my room since I yelled at Sam last night. I think they are just trying to give me my space, but I am scared because eventually they are going to want to talk about what happened.

"I don't feel good, Dean. I think I might just stay in my room."

This immediately gets Dean's attention and he opens my door fully, walking over to my bed and sitting down on the edge, placing his hand on my forehead.

"You don't have a fever."

"I know," I pout, "But my stomach is killing me. Can I just stay in my room tonight? Please Dean?" I add the last part with a sad pout that I can see wins Dean over.

"Do you want me to bring you something?"

"Maybe some ginger ale?"

"Sure thing, kiddo. I'll be back in a minute."

"Thanks Dean."

A few minutes later he comes back with the ginger ale and a worried Sam. After assuring them that I just need some sleep they let me be and I fall into a deep slumber with my Ipod playing in my ear.

You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you

"We're gonna have some fun."

Help me; I broke apart my insides
Help me; I've got no soul to sell
Help me; the only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself

I look up into his eyes, full of lust and fury. He thrusts into me repeatedly as I let out whimpers of pain, tears leaking out from my eyes. But I can't speak, or even move as he abuses my body.

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed

"You like that, don't you?"

He moans on top of me, and I can see the sick thrill in his eyes as he feels powerful, like he is in control. I want to scream, yell, break free, but all that I can do is cry, low moans and whines coming from my soft lips.

"Yea, you like it!"

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I cry and jump up from my bed in a cold sweat, panting heavily, scared as the music still plays in my ears. It takes me a few moments to realize that I have my Ipod on, so I quickly rip the buds form my ears, discarding them onto my nightstand. And a few moments later I make another discovery, the song, the one in my dream, the one that I was just listening to, was from the album he played when I got to his room.

Was my dream real? Was I just remembering what happened? Or was it all just something my head made up?

I look around my room scared, and make a run for it quickly. My feet carry me all the way down the stairs and into the living room. I grab the telephone in my shaky hands and go to sit at the desk in front of Sammy's computer.

I use the computer to find the number I am looking for and dial it before I can change my mind. Every ring is like a signal for me to hang up, but I can't bring my self to do it, I need answers.

"Kernersville Inn, This is Johnny. Can I help you?"

I instantly recognize his voice, it has been playing over and over in my head since that night. My breath hitches as I go to speak. I have no idea what to say to him.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

"Uh…Johnny?"

"Yea, do I know you?"

"Yea, my name's Jenny. You…uh…You…raped…me."

It comes out in a tearful whisper, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Wh─"

"I'm not going to press charges." I assure him quickly, afraid that he'll hang up. "I just need to know what happened. Why me?"

There is a long pause, and I am almost positive that he has hung up, but at the last moment he speaks up.

"You were the blond one, the one that attacked me."

"Yea. That was me." I bite my lip to hold in a sob, "So why did you do it?"

"Listen. I have to go. Just be more careful with who you trust next time."

"Wh─"

"And if you ever feel like having a good time, call me. You were pretty amazing."

"I was unconscious!"

"Not completely. Those little moaning noises you made…and your body…M'hm."

"You are a sick fuck." I shake my head, tears falling from my face and coating my lips.

"If you'll excuse me I have to get back to work. Nice chatting with you Jenny. Call again anytime."

I can practically hear him smirk before he hangs up, leaving me with my mouth agape into the phone as my back heaves slowly.

I hear the dial tone and hang up, resting my elbows on the desk and cradling my head in my hands as sobs rack my body. I can hear him moaning over me, his face looking down at me with lust as he took away part of my innocence.

"Jenny…"

"Jenny, wake up…"

I jump up, trying to push away whoever is grabbing me.

"GET OFF─!"

"Whoa! It's just me!" Sam yells as Dean runs in, hearing the confrontation, "Are you okay?"

It takes me a second to wake up my mind, but when I do I know that I can't tell him anything. So I brush it off, acting like nothing happened.

"Yea, of course." I mutter, standing up from the desk and walking to the kitchen.

"Really? Because you look like you've been crying."

I look into the reflection of the small mirror on the kitchen wall, seeing my tearstained cheeks and large bags under my eyes. But I just give them a wipe and go to get some food.

"Well I wasn't."

When I turn around from grabbing some bread out of the cabinet I find Sam and Dean staring at me solemnly from across the kitchen island.

"Jenny…"

"What is this, an intervention?" I chuckle bitterly.

"We know something is going on." My smile drops as Dean speaks, scared that he and Sam are figuring out my secret.

"What are you talking about?"

Sam answers, "Jenny, you've been locked up in your room, you're extremely irritable. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going on."

"Oh," I bite back cynically, "So you two have me all figured out, is that it?"

"No. That's not what we're saying. We─"

"You're right! You have no idea what the fuck I'm going through!"

"Jenny!" They both scold.

"No! So stay out of my business!"

And for the second time in one week I stomp off to my room and slam the door strongly behind me.

A/N: Thanks to all my readers and reviewers! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. And the song lyrics were 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails, very creepy song.
And a special thanks to whereintheworld for helping come up with this amazingly dramatic storyline at a time that I was struggling with major writer's block.

***New one shot for Jenny is going to be posted immediatly after I post this, so I hope you guys check it out!***