Chapter 15
Ally's POV
I walked into his living room and sat on the couch while he went to his room and changed into pants. When we came back down he sat down, he didn't sit close to me, it seemed like he was far away but he was only a few inches from me.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" He asks.
I look at him and study his face for a couple seconds. He was a little pale and his eyes looked tired. I probably looked ten times worse, I didn't sleep last night.
"I…" I started. He was looking me dead in the eyes; I pull away from his gaze and stare down at my hands. "I think I'm ready to tell you…everything."
"O-okay," He sounded a little shocked.
I take a small breath, still staring at my hands. "It started when I was seven. It was two months after I was seven when he started touching me. He'd tell me that it was a game relatives played to show they loved each other. And I believe it. Up until in school the class watched a video about sexual and physical abuse, I realized everything he was doing was wrong. I tried telling him that it wasn't right, that he shouldn't do it. But he hit me, again and again. He said that they were telling lies. That they were trying to destroy our love for each other, the thing is I didn't love him."
I began shaking, I wasn't crying. I didn't want to keep crying over it. I wanted to stop remembering it.
Austin scooted closer to me and grabbed my hand.
"One year later I was eight his wife died, things got worse. The punishments came more frequent, he'd come to the house more often. I was beginning to worry that if I had Trish over he'd do things to her. But it never happened. When she was over he didn't touch me, just stared or smiled creepily. Then when I was twelve he was arrested for rapping a fourteen year old. Alexis moved in with us and things began to look better. I was happier; I didn't feel like I had to keep looking over my shoulder in fear that he'd be watching me. Two years later he was let out, I have no idea how or why but he was. He moved in with us because he lost his house since he was arrested.
"It was two days after he was let out, he came in to my room…" My voice cracked. I cleared my throat.
"Ally, don't." Austin says. I look at him. He looked pained. "You can stop."
I looked away, I wanted to finish. "He touched me and other stuff. Him and my mom had arguments a lot. Mom would leave with Alexis and my dad would be asleep or he'd be at work. He'd come into my room and hit me. He'd say it was my fault that he needed to punish me. For a while he didn't touch me, he just hit, scratch and smack. It was better than the other thing. But the sex started again and he wouldn't stop even if I was screaming at the top of my lungs. He enjoyed watching me cry.
"And then what happened recently that's happened before. But it was never that bad. Then last night…"
"He didn't do it again did he?" He asks.
I shake my head. "No, last night Alexis and I were talking. And he was doing things to her too."
Austin's face went from pained to shock to angry. He stood up and started pacing. "Why didn't you tell anyone Ally? He could be in jail right now. You'd be safe, Alexis would be safe." He looked back at me. "I could've saved you."
I tried to hold his gaze but I wasn't strong enough to look at him. My eyes fell to the ground, I could feel the water works kicking in. "I know, I know." I hang my head in my hands. "It's my fault."
Austin grabbed me by my arms and pulled me into a tight hug. My ribs were nearly healed so it didn't hurt. "It's not your fault. It's Jeff's fault for having a sick mind. You can't blame yourself."
I wrap my arms around his neck and shoulders and hug him as tight as I could. I didn't want to let go. "But I do, Austin. I could've helped Alexis and she wouldn't be as fucked up as me." My tears were trailing down my face and hitting his t-shirt. Soon enough it was soaked.
We stood there holding each other. Him silently stroking my hair and rubbing circles in my mid-back. Me crying, screaming and hiccupping a little, I felt weak and stupid.
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A few hours later Alexis and I were in separate rooms telling policewomen and men our story over and over.
The police went to our house gathering evidence. They took Alexis's bed set and I handed them the garbage bag that had mine in it, my clothes from that night was still in there. They did rape kits and body searches. They went through Uncle Jeff's room, they found the pipe that he'd hit me with. It was still bloody.
Under the bed there was a box. In the box was nude and costume picture of little girls, one of the fourteen year old girl he raped, some of them were of Alexis and me.
I don't even remember taking the pictures. I guess I forced myself to forget it.
Shortly, of course, my father found out. He cried and apologized repeatedly for letting him move in. But I was emotionless. Alexis was too. We just stood and stared as the police destroyed our house looking for evidence to put my uncle and her father behind bars.
The police people said they had enough stuff to press charges and he'd be gone forever. But there was a problem…nobody could find him.
He was still gone, not a trace. He didn't tell Alexis at all were he was going. So at the moment he was free.
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Dad tried telling Alexis that she was fine since he was gone. He couldn't touch her. But she was still scared for when he came back. She had to stay with our aunt. I was stranded at the house.
But I couldn't sleep in my bed; I couldn't sleep on the couch. I tried to sleep in my old tree house. But all those places held memories of him touching me.
Austin talked his parents into letting me stay at their house. They treated me different; they didn't talk to me a lot. I guess they thought I was fragile.
Austin slept on the couch and he let me use his bed. I told him it wasn't necessary but shook his head and said it was.
It was two weeks later and I was still sleeping in Austin's bed.
At night I'd wrap myself in his sheets and comforter and be fenced in by the scent of Fresh Summer's Breeze. Some nights when his parents weren't home, he'd slip in behind me in the bed and snake his arms around me and sing me to sleep. He'd be off key sometimes but I loved it either way.
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It was raining and his parents weren't home. Austin fall asleep around eight-thirty on the couch so I put myself to bed. After I took a shower and walked into the bedroom. I turned off the light and lay down on the bed. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep.
Ten Minutes Later
*clink*
I open my eyes sleepily for a second then close them.
*clink*
I open my eyes again fully alert.
*clink, clink, clink, clink*…..*crash*
I felt something light fall on my head. I try to grab the thing but I got cut. I could feel the blood drip down my middle finger.
Glass?
Then I felt rain come down on my body.
I turn over on my back and look up. The glass roof was broken and there was something else up there. It took me a few seconds to realize what it was and when I did.
I screamed.
Loud
The person jumped down on top of me, I was pinned against the bed. I could tell by the scent who it was.
"Uncle Jeff?"
"Hello Ally," He said. His voice was gravely.
Immettidly he started touching me. He sat up for a second and pulled the covers off. His hands were going up my shirt and down my pants. I scream and tried to fight him off. But he is a man and I'm a teenage girl that couldn't fight a dog off.
"Austin! Austin, help me! Austin!" I screamed over and over. But he covered my mouth with his hand. His hand was cold and slipping under my bra.
I thrashed and whipped my arms around trying to hit him. But when I did he didn't seem fazed.
He pushed my body down as he started pulling my pants off. I kicked my legs around but he sat on them. I was crying loudly. His hand was pulling my underwear off when one of my arms knocked over the lamp and the clock on the nightstand.
"Just shut up, Ally. I'll make you feel good!" He yelled.
I bit down on his finger. He withdrew his hand quickly and I scream bloody murder. He slaps me.
"Shut up the fuck up!"
Then the bedroom door slammed opened, Austin ran in and tackled Jeff against the back wall. Jeff pushed him off onto the floor and jumped on him.
I watched in horror, not knowing what do to, as Jeff and Austin punched and kicked each other. Slamming each other into the walls.
I finally realized what I should do. I searched the bed and beside it for my cell phone. I found it on the nightstand. I dialed 911.
"Hello this is 911 what is-"
"My uncle came back is trying to kill my boyfriend!" I screamed into the phone.
"Ma'am, please calm down. Now speak slowly and calmly."
"How can I speak fucking calmly, his trying to kill them." I yelled my name and the address. I realized I was still getting wet from the hole in the ceiling.
"Alright miss the police is coming to your house. Just stay calm un-"
*BANG!*
I turn my head to the noise. Austin was on the ground. I looked at Jeff; he was smiling down at Austin with a gun in his hands. I drop the phone.
Rage filled my mind all at once, I grabbed the lamp I knocked over and jumped. I landed on Jeff's back. I had a sudden adrenalin rush and began hitting him with the lamp. He fell but I kept hitting him.
He tried to fight me off as he did he dropped the gun and grabbed my hair, yanking it. I grabbed the gun in one swift movement and shot it. But it didn't hit him. He was on top of me about to throw a punch.
I pull the trigger one move time and the rest was in slow motion. He stopped for a second and then fell over beside me. I laid there for a second, trying to catch my breath. I drop the gun and kick it away from me.
I look behind me at Austin. He was lying down, coughing. I crawl over to him and pull his torso on to my lap. I grabbed a random t-shirt lying on the ground and push it against the bullet wound.
"I'm sorry." I say.
"What are you sorry for?" He coughed out.
"You got hurt because of me."
He smiled a little. "It's okay. It doesn't hurt that much."
I smile back at him. "That's a lie." My tears were falling off my face and landing on his.
I push his hair away from his face and lean in and putting my face closer to his.
He takes a breath and smiles. "You smell good." He whispers.
I stroke his hair back continuously. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry." I repeat.
He was quiet.
I sniffle and begin sobbing.
Okay, so Chapter 15.
This is not the final chapter, I still have either one or two more chapters left, I haven't really decided.
But I hope you guys like this chapter, please review and tell me if you like it or think it's not good.
Anyway thank you.