Red Life

Chapter Three: Just can't escape it!

An: Just a fair warning this chapter is the last one with a descriptive Rape scene it also contain my first consensual sex scene, and you will notice that Holly's language is becoming progressively vulgar.

Xx Oct. 10 1994 xX

Well, I've made it to year seven. I'm shocked that so far second grade hasn't been so bad yet. I mean besides the whole "I'm the crazy girl and if your friends with me you'll be crazy too" thing it's been okay, except for math that still sucks. Oh and the Hawk is still with me. I was sitting at my lunch table, trying to convince Ms. Salt shaker that she shouldn't go out with Mr. Pepper shaker cause he'll hurt her, but she's being stubborn and not listing. Oh well she find out later that he was just using her in the end. You know? Maybe you are crazy? What are you talking about? Never mind. As I was saying, I was sitting at my lunch table when I was called down to the office because I was being picked up to go home.

I got to the Office and found Joe waiting for me. Practically vibrating out of his skin. And people call me weird. "Come on we need to go or we'll be late." I looked around for Mommy but couldn't see her. She's probably still in the car. "Come on your mother's at the hospital, your brother is coming!" He said, extremely excited. Or I could be wrong. I immediately stopped walking. "What are you doing Holly? Don't you want to be there to meet your new brother?" He asked. No. I don't. And I really don't want to be in a car... alone ...with you. "You know what Holly? Today is a good day. My son. My son! Is being born today. I don't know what your problem with me is. I'm trying to be a good guy, a good father to you. But you're making it impossible. I was so happy when your mother went into labor that I decided to rush from work to be with her and I thought you would like to be there too. I am going to give you a choice either you can get in this car right now so we can go to the hospital or you can find your own way home, because I am not going to miss my sons birth." I look at him for a few minutes. Then I turned and walk towards home. If I had turned around I would have seen Joe's slacked jaw and a disappointed look in his eyes, not that it would have made a difference to me.

It took me a little over a hour to reach my house and nearly twice that trying to finish my math homework. Around nine O'clock I saw Joe come into the house with a smile on his face. "Where's Mommy?" I had asked. "She still at the hospital with Luke. She won't be able to come home until tomorrow." So that means... I... am... home...alone... with a man? I did not like that. I think he could tell when I ran up the stairs and slammed my door. My last thought was how am I going to get to school.

Xx Aug. 5 1997 xX

I'm ten now and Luke is almost three. I want to hate him. I really, really do. I don't really have a reason to but it's because I'm jealous of him. He has exactly what I want. He's not afraid of men or crowds. Mommy is always holding him or at least his hand. Yet he asks like she embarrassing him, "cause he's a big boy", ha... I wish she would hold me. She doesn't even come check on me after I wake up screaming, unless I disturbed Luke that is. Maybe I do a have a reason to hate him? Who cares if you need a reason just hate him anyway, like I do. Quiet you! I still pissed at you. It's not my fault you go in trouble. The hell it isn't you told me to stick gum in Cathy's hair! You didn't have to do it. You can be really persuasive when you want to be.

Finishing my little spat with Scarlet I realized that it was my turn for my eye checkup. After the torture of them spitting air in my eyes and then blinding me with a flashlight, we found out that I needed glasses. Fucking prick I like to show him were he can stick that flashlight. You go girl! I picked these really awesome frames out. They're a square wide-rim frame, colored in a black cherry red. They told me that they would be ready in a week.

I'm not sure if I every mentioned it but I hate surprises. I don't mean hate like you hate it when grandma kisses your cheek; I'm talking about the type of hate that inspires mass-homicidal rage kind of hate. That sounds fun. So given this information you could understand my weariness when Joe passed by our street. "You missed the street." I pointed out. My mother turned to smile at me. Oh god what is she doing. She's finally going to do it. You've pissed her off so much that she going to kill you and burry you in the park."Can I tell her?" Mom asked Joe. He gave me a thoughtful look but nodded to her. Her smile lit up her face like a Christmas tree. That's kind of creepy. Tell me about it. "Sweetie we know that you don't like surprises but this is a good one." As the Holocaust was to Hitler. "Holly I know that you didn't like me much when I married your mother and that we really have gotten close since then, not for a like of trying though." I heard him mutter.

With a not so subtle elbow from mom, he continued. "I've decided that I'm going to try my hand at bribing you." He joked. As we pulled up to an old house. I could hear dogs barking inside. "I'm bought you a puppy. You just have to go in and pick out which one." He bought me a dog? Do we like dogs? I think we do. "O-okay." I stuttered. He put his hand on my shoulder and I was able to hold back the flinch. We walked to the front door. "Oy ya'll the ones for da' pup?" An old man asked. I nodded. "Well come on then. They're in da' kitchen." I followed him to an wicker basket with four little Rottweiler puppies sleeping with their mother. "These ones are the only ones left from the litter." An older woman said. I continued to watch the puppies, but I listened to the old man tell Joe about how they all have had their shots and been checked over by a vet. He also mentioned that since they are all purebred that we shouldn't have him neutered incase we want to breed him, that's if I choose a male anyway. I'm not to sure what to breed means but I think it has to do with making puppies. Focusing back on the dogs I see one that's waking up. He yawned like a dragon before wiggling over to me. I giggled and picked him up. Dragon. What was that dragon in that one movie called? You know the one where he gave that evil boy half of his heart? Draco? Yes! That's it! "Can I have this one?" The old man shrugged and looked over to Joe. "Is that the one you want?" I nodded. "Then he's yours." I smiled and nuzzled the little fur ball, giggling when he liked my nose. "His name is Draco."

At the time I hadn't realized it but Draco was a comfort to me even on that first day. I hadn't noticed how safe and loved he made me feel, but I think that my Mom and Joe noticed. We had just pulled into the driveway when I set Draco on the seat and reached forward and hugged Joe from behind and whispered "Thank you" to him. It may have been from behind and there might have been a car seat between us but I felt that there was progress on my part, and you can be damned sure that I felt proud of it.

Xx May 28 2001 xX

It was the first day of summer vacation. I had just graduated from Eighth Grade and in July I would be turning Fourteen and starting High School this year. I was actually excited to start high school. I was hoping that the school would be big enough that I would just be able to fade into the background until my status as the "psycho, crazy bitch" would die down, because as much as I love Scar, I really would like to make more friends that don't intentionally try to piss me off. But that's what you love about me. Scar said as she came up behind me and groped my breast. Well that and what I can do with my tongue. I shuddered. Did I forget to mention Scar had... um well...evolved? Now instead of just being a disembodied voice, she actually has her own body now. And what a marvelous body it is. She's just a couple inches taller than me, brown eyes, and well.. scarlet red hair, plus her breast are big enough to make men drool. Well they make me drool. I don't remember... what is it that you can do with your tongue? I teased her. Oh a little of this and a little of that, which usually ends with you screaming my name in orgasmic bliss. I shuddered again as she brought her tongue from my collar bone to my ear lobe, nibbling on it. Oh yes... I remember now.

Thats usually how my days ended, being sexually stimulated into Heaven, then falling asleep cuddled next to Draco. Speaking of him, he's no longer a little twelve pound puppy. No now he's a 120 pound beast, and he snores like one to. He's a big softie though, well to me that is. There was this one time that some of Joe's poker friends came over and they started drinking. I've learned that I don't like men in general, but I hate it when one drinks. So anyways. They were drinking and I was going past one of them to get some thing from the kitchen when he grabbed my hand. I yelped and tried to get away but he held fast. That was his mistake because as soon as Draco saw that I didn't like the man touching me he snapped his mouth on the guy's wrist and growled. He didn't break any skin but it was clear what that growl meant, "Either you let go or I'll break your wrist. It was safe to say that the man let go, and when he did I ran up the stairs to my room with Draco, to cry into his fur.

From that day forth he became my protector. When ever there was a man or someone I didn't like, he was always with in reaching distance, and whenever fe felt that I was going to freak out he would get his leash to have me take him for a walk. In fact this was one of those time that I would have taken him for a walk. Unfortunately I wasn't home this time so I had to go for a walk my self. We had gone over to Aunt Kellys and Uncle Mikes house for a party he was throwing for Ben's little league team. The party had been fine until around eight when I started having trouble breathing so I told Mom that I was going for a walk. Even though it was dark I didn't have any trouble making my way towards the park. After about twenty minutes I found my self siting on the swings, listing to the wind and the frogs from the pond. It wasn't long before I started to hear laughter, I brushed it off. Until it got louder anyways. I could see them now, about fourteen maybe fifteen boys from the high school football team, coming closer to me. I could see them rough housing around and by the looks of it they had been drinking. Against every natural instinct I possessed that told me to run, I stayed sitting on the swing. By this time that had noticed me. None of us spoke, until one of them spoke "Hey! Dudes! I know her... she goes to middle school with my sister. Man everyone says she fucking insane." I narrowed my eyes. Run. "I'm not crazy." Please run. "You mean like a psycho. I hear there's nothing like being with on of them in the sack. They're wild!" Another boy said. Holly! Please RUN! I listened, but it was too late they had already surrounded me.

Xx Rape scene xX

"Where do you think your going gorgeous?" One of the taller one said. "Please?" I begged trying to get through. "Oy did ja' here that. She begging for it. I bet she does this kind of thing to all the guys back in school cause she's one of those freaky little sluts." I saw a gap in the circle so I tried to get through. It didn't work. "NO! Let me go!" I struggled to get away. Until one of them backhanded my to my knees. After that I was dazed for a while and when I came to I found my self, naked and being pinned by three of them while the rest where undressing, except one. "Guys what are you doing we cant do this." The smallest of the groups said only to be pushed back by the one that hit me. He pulled out a knife and held it to the smaller mans throat. "You can either help or stay the fuck out of our way, Peter." He gulped and sat down with his back turned to us. "Please don't do this, just leave me alone!" I tried to get away but I couldn't. They started and I shut down.

What are you doing? Your just laying there. Your letting these ...monsters... use you for their own satisfaction. Letting them take you, twist you, turn you, break you... ruin you again and again. How many have gone so far eight... nine? Do you even care? At least none of them have come inside of your used cunt yet. God you pathetic. You like it don't, you want them to cum inside deep in your womb. You want their baby. Don't you? You want this. NO I DON'T! No...no...I...don't. Then fight back. Do something! They're only human. They Bleed just like you, don't they? Prove it. Prove that you don't want this, you stupid, weak, pathetic, worthless little whore. Prove me wrong.

And so I did I fought back I bit, tore, punched, kicked, scratched, and anything else you could think of. In hindsight it probably wasn't a good idea to fight back but if I didn't try than how could I had lived with my self. I mean if I had just laid there and let them do what they wanted they would have just used me than left but because I fought back, the one with the knife, who I later learned was named Joseph, decided that I deserved to be taught a lesson. A lesson that ended with me lying in the sand, covered in blood and semen, with a broken wrist, ankle, three cracked ribs, a cracked pelvis, cuts covered my arms and legs, on my back were the words "DIRTY, FILTHY, BITCH, CUNT, USED, SLUT, and WHORE" carved into my skin. I also had multiple stab wounds and cut covering my chest, but he didn't touch my face with the knife, no he just beat it to a pulp with his fists. Then they just left me there, by the swings to be found. I laid there as the blackness shaded my vision. Why? Why me? Mommy...I want my Mommy. Then I succumbed to the darkness.

Xx End Rape scene xX

I woke up in the hospital the next day to find my mother sitting there crying. Truly I was wondering why she was crying? I wasn't, I was pissed. Not wanting to deal with her I pretended to be asleep. I was still pretending when the doctor came in. "how is she Dr. Sanchez?" My mother being ever so curious asked. "Well short term Most of her wounds such as the stab wounds and broken bones will take a few months to heal, bar she doesn't get an infection. Unfortunately due to the jaggedness and depth of most of her lacerations, I doubt the scars well completely fade even with corrective surgery. What I am really concerned about is the damage to her uterus and ovaries. What I mean is that he right ovary was completely crushed and her left was only Forty percent savable. Then there was the damage done to her uterus, due the previous scaring on her vaginal wall her chances of delivering a baby naturally was already diminished but now? There's a ninety percent chance that she will never be able to carry a child to full term let alone conceive." She said. My mother looked confused. "What do you mean previous scarring?" She asked my doctor. "Well typically these kind of injuries occur when something forcibly is shoved into the vagina." She explained. My mother looked sick. "H-how old are t-they?" Mom asked. "I'd say about seven or eight years. Give or take a couple months." I don't think I have ever seen her turn that shade of green. I think I'm giddy.

"Thank you Doctor, but can I have a few minutes alone." She watched as Dr. Sanchez left, then turned seeing that I was awake. "Baby I'm so sorry." she said crying. She's sorry. She's sorry. Sheeee's sorrrrry? No. Fuck no! It doesn't work like that. This is not happening. She can't be doing this. She can't call me a liar when I try to tell her the first time, and then believe it when someone else tells her it happened. She needs to leave. She needs to leave RIGHT FUCKEN NOW! "I would like you to leave now." I said in an oddly calm voice despite my rage. "What?" She asked gob-smacked. "I. Would. Like. You. To. Leave. Now. When I wanted you to hold me and tell me that everything would be alright, you shoved me away and made me apologize for lying! Well guess what I don't want you to hold me; in fact I don't want anyone near me. I just to go home and see Draco." Looking hurt she left to find out when I could be discharged.

A week. That how long those fuckers made me staying that hellhole. To tell the truth I thought I was going to have a panic attack or something the longer I was in there. I wasn't sleeping. I wasn't safe. Then those stupid fucks sent in a male nurse, then they had the nerve to chastise me for my action, what made it worse was that they just had to fucking sedate me. I don't know what they did to me while I was out but when I awoke I was restrained that made me feel so fucking better. Note the sarcasm. When they finally did release me and Mother brought me home, the first thing that I did was climb up to my room and straight into bed, my fingers entangled in his fur. He laid there with me, and I let the low rumbling from his chest wash over me. For the first time since I heard their laughter I felt safe.

Xx Aug. 20 2001 xX

I've healed, well mostly anyway. It still hurts to move around a lot, but I can walk with out crutches and my scars have healed. Also I have found out that I also hate the Court system. I mean I have to tell like twenty different people what happened to while the ADA provides visuals of my injuries. Sounds like fun right. The result, Joseph goes away for rape, assault with a deadly weapon, and attempted murder, the others were only charged with rape. Peter on the other hand not sure what he was charged with but I know that it was a reduced sentence because he testified against the others. Also come to find out my uncle was arrested and apparently they found six girls in the basement in the age range of five to ten, so I don't think he's going to get out any time soon. Know that now all of my attackers are in jail is supposed to make me feel safe. It doesn't.

I don't care if they're in prison or not. They've already hurt me, it's not like locking them away is going to make me feel better. Apparently it's supposed to. It doesn't make me fear men any less, in fact it just proves my point that all men are evil disgusting creatures, and they should just stay the fuck away from me. In fact Joe is the only man I'll allow in the room with me and that's only if Draco's with me. I'm a little worried about school next week. I mean I know that there are going to be boys in my class but Draco can't be there, so you can understand my dilemma. Girl you need to relax, why don't you put those fingers to another use besides ripping out your hair? I blushed. Scar I can't do that what if someone sees? Bitch, quit worrying. Who the fuck is going to see? Joe already left for work and Mom just took Luke for his check up. You've got like three hours alone here. I'd say use it. Then I noticed Draco Is on the corner of the room. I blushed harder. I can't do it with him in the room. Seriously he is a male I don't think it'll bother him to much. He is a man...why doesn't that bother me? I don't know.

Xx Lemon scene xX

Finally giving in to Scars insisting, I stripped naked and laid on the edge of my bad. I swear that women could make a statue blink. I started off slow. Rubbing my hands over my neck to the tops of my breast. Every so often I would let my fingers brush over my nipples, Circling and teasing until they became rock hard. I steadily became rougher pinch and tucking at my nubs. I could feel myself steadily becoming wetter. Closing my eyes I moved to my pussy, and started my feather light touches again. Never actually touching my lower lips until I couldn't take it. Pushing one finger in, my thumb found my clit. I inserted a second finger and began to pump. My moans and groans began to echo through out the silent house.

I was about half way to my orgasm when I felt Scar use her tongue to take over for my fingers. "Oh god." I moaned out, while spreading my legs further. It seemed to encourage her to go deeper. "Ohhh...my, y-you've never gone this deep b-before." Even through the haze of my impending orgasm, I could notice something different about her tongue, for starters it was longer and not as thick as usually, plus it was rougher almost like sandpaper. It was fucking amazing. As much as I'd like to take credit for this I'm not doing anything. "W-what? Th- oh god -en w-who-ohhh?" Open your eyes and find out. Open my eyes? I...I think I can do that. Slowly I opened them and was greeted with the sight of Draco and his muzzle buried in my snatch. The sight alone was enough to tip me over that edge, but that combined with the pleasure I was experiencing drove so far over the edge I flew passed mind-blowing and into a whole new level, that caused me to blackout.

I awoke a few minutes later to Draco slurping up the last of my own cum. From my position I could see this red throbbing thing from between his legs. Is that? Is that his penis? It looks uncomfortable. Maybe you should do something about it? Like what? Like let him fuck you. What? I don't think I could do that what if he's like Them? You can do it, because you want to do it. In my lust induced haze I pushed Draco away, so that I could get on my hands and knee's. I think I confused him, cause he came around to my face and started to lick it. When he brushed against my lips, I instinctively opened them and drew his tongue into my mouth and battled for dominance with my own. I could taste my self on him and when overpowered my tongue I moaned into his mouth, while he continued to explore my mouth for several minutes.

When he broke away from me I groaned at the loss but turned and rose my butt in the air in what I hope was submissive enough to get him to mount me. I felt his weight come down on my back and his front paws wrap around my waist with his member throbbing against my clit. Oh my its... so big..and so HOT! I moaned and began rubbing my hips against him. He began to thrust but could in seem to find the entrance. Scar was right, I actually do want this, I want him in me. Coming that conclusion, I reached back to help him line up with my pussy. As soon as he got the tip in he thrust four inches in. "Fuck yeah!" I breathed out. With every thrust I felt him go in a little further. Being curious I looked back to see how much more he had to fit in me, what I saw scared me a little. It looked like another four or five inches plus this thing that was as big as a soft ball. In shock I watched as it moved closer and closer with each thrust. When it finally reached my lips I snapped out of it and decided that I wanted that to inside my even if it hurt. So I began to thrust back even harder to fit it in. With a wet pop it snapped in and Draco began cumming. That set my own orgasm off. When I tried to get up I found that I was still tied to him and began to panic. Oh no what if it doesn't come out and we're stuck like this forever! What if we have to go to the hospital to get it removed? What if they try to take him away from me?

I continued to ramble like this until Scar slapped me. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Your going to be fine. As soon as he deflates it should slip right out, I think. YOU THINK SO! I screeched. Well it makes sense doesn't it? When thing deflate they get smaller don't they? I guess so. I conceded. As I was waiting for him to soften, I started to think of why I wasn't bothered by him. One he doesn't look like them, doesn't smell, taste, or sound like them either. Oh god! He surly doesn't feel like them. He's longer. T-thicker. and so much hotter, Holy shit! I just came from think about it!.

Xx End Lemon xX

It was twenty minutes before he was able to pull out. When he did I guess he decided that I needed a clean up. So after my fifth and final screaming orgasm brought on by his tongue and then my own reciprocation of giving him my first blow job that I actually that I initiated, I found not only does he have a certain tangy taste, but really, really wanted to do it again some time. Throwing an old baggy sleep shit I crawled into bed and next to Draco who was softly snoring. I wrapped my arms around his chest and nuzzled my face into the back of his neck so that I could breath in his musky sent. It was then that I realized that I didn't just love Draco, I was in love with Draco.

For the following week before school started Draco and I had some form of sex any time we were alone. Hell some time we weren't even alone, I just had to be really quite. I think that Scar was able to perfectly describe how I was acting when she said that I was nothing more than a "Bitch in heat!" I actually think it's pretty accurate because to Draco I am his bitch and then amount of lust I had was like I was in heat.

Xx Aug. 27 2001xX

Well it's here first day of High school. Given what happen to me and my new found relationship I was surprised that I was still excited to go to school. I walked down the stairs to find my Mother waiting for me at the bottom. "Are you going to be okay today?" What does she mean by that? Is she going to do something? "What do you mean?" She gave me that pitying look, which I hate, again. "Sweetie, I'm just worried that you'll freakout like you did back in Mr. Wynters class." So now she think I'm an unstable freak? Wow thanks Mom. Now that I know you have faith in me I'm sure I'll be fine. Stupid bitch. "If he hadn't of touched me then I wouldn't of had to stab him. Can we please leave now?" I asked walking to the car. I might have slammed the door a little hard when I got in though. "Baby you know that high school is different right? More people...bigger classes, right? There's going to be boy's there... I just want to be sure you can handle it?" I stayed silent and just glared out the window, because the truth is that I didn't know if I could handle it and that scared the shit out of me.

I arrived just as the bell rang, so I quickly found my Homeroom and sprinted for it. You can't possibly imagine how thankful I was that I didn't inherit my dad's side of the family's genes of excessive clumsiness, like my cousin Bella. Holy fuck if she tried to rush to class I would bet she would fall flat on her face, silly girl. I just for reference any of you out there that are just starting high school or really any place new, it is not a good idea to walk into a room alone giggling like a madwomen, especially if you've already been ousted as the school psycho, trust me it doesn't help your image if your trying to break that stigma. Good job trying to blend in. Bitch! You know you like my sarcasm. She huskily whispered in my ear. I shivered and found two empty seats. I listened to my homeroom teacher as he drone on and on about school dress code, school rules, and about our classes. My god, I think I found the real life inspiration of Prof. Binns, from Harry Potter! Her mere enthusiasm drove me to into a fit of laughter. "Ms. Knowles care to share what you're laughing at?" He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Um...nerves?" Good one. He's sure to buy that. He looked at me unbelievingly. "Don't let it happen again." Did that fucker really just tell me not to laugh? Laughter heals the soul you prick! Well your laugh is kind of like an insane crackle instead of a laugh, so I think yours might be an exception. I glared at her and she returned it with a bright smile.

Have you ever got this foreboding feeling like something bad is just going to come barging it's way into your life and fuck it up? Well I've been feeling that since after homeroom. I was use to people giving me weird looks like I was about to attack them, but I was not use to the pure hostile glares that the upper class-men were giving me, I was like I killed their pet or something. It wasn't till second period that I figured it out. Apparently the men that raped me was not only the high school football team but the Championship high school football team, and they were supposedly the most popular guys in the whole school. It appeared that almost every girl in the whole school wanted to date one of them and all of the guys wanted to be them, so every automatically assumed that I offer to have sex with the whole team and when they refused I attacked myself and blamed them even though most of my injuries were impossible to be self inflicted and the fact that I was covered in their DNA. But yeah I did it my self. Idiots.

Though it hurt that they thought this way of me, I wasn't going to let them know it. I wasn't going to break down and ball in the middle of the hallway. No I'd wait until I got so that I could cry into Draco's fur then have him fuck the pain away.Whoa there! Better nip that thought in the butt, unless you want walk around with dripping panties...again. I sighed and went to lunch. I brought lunch from home incase you were wondering, it was a crunchy peanut butter sandwich, banana, and a water bottle. School lunches disgust me. Anyway I was once again I was sitting alone for lunch which was fine with me. I mean yes I have been doing better about crowds and men, well the men part had a set back but until then I had been doing better, but I stilled need breaks from them, so sitting alone for lunch was a plus. Or at least it was until those three girls, who will from now on be named the Barbie bitches, started glaring at me again.

As quickly as I could I finished my lunch and cleaned up my trash. Unfortunately I still had twenty minutes left until my next class. Deciding that maybe some cold water on my face would help me relax, so I made my way the closest bathroom to my class. I move to the sink and ran the cold water onto my hands and splashed my face. I look in the mirror and studied my face. Brown hair, green eyes, sharp features, pale skin, dark circles under eyes. I could pass for a vampire I think, maybe I should eat more vegetables. I vant to suck your blood. Where the hell did you get those teeth? I asked Scar cause I'm sure she didn't have them before. I found them...somewhere. Gross! Do you have any idea how unhygienic that is? The amount of germs and diseases on those is astounding. I want your to gargle with mouth wash before you try to kiss me. God this could led to a gum disease and tooth decay, which then would lead to heart problems and you could die! I don't want you to die Scar I love you too much. I threw myself at her and started to cry. Holly I'm not going to die...you know I'm not real right? What do you mean. Nothing forget I said anything. I'm going to go clean this off and brush my teeth and later tonight we can role play where I'm your vampire mistress and you're my lowly servant girl that lust after me. Sounds kinky. I said wiping my tears. Just as I was about to leave the door swung open.