The Whisper
by 2-G

Part II – I promise

The night was definitely alive. Almost everybody in the senior class was in a small house which lacked supervision. As soon as Dillen stepped out of his car, he thought it was great. He immediately got together with a few of his friends and began talking, laughing and having an all-around good time. That's until he saw one of his acquaintances, Kenny, look at him with his big brown eyes. He shot Dillen a crimson smile, then faded into the scenery. Dillen, confused, turned to his buddies and said, "What the hell was that kid giving me weird looks for?" That's when he heard the same blood-curdling scream again. Wanting to numb himself, he made his way to the beer cooler to forget about the scream and Kenny.

Within 2 hours, Dillen drank 5 beers. By this time, he was pretty drunk, and so were his friends. However, he couldn't figure out where his other friends were. By this time, he didn't really care. It was fun enough with the 4 friends he was hanging out with at the time. All of were exploding with drunken laughter and talking about good times.

He was still there in the early morning hours. By this time, he was so drunk that he couldn't focus on anything, which was his goal. He was comfortable in this numb state-of-mind. Well, he thought he was, until he heard the same scream again, only it was more intense and horrifying scream, as if it were of the voice of a tortured young female. Dillen was very aggravated with this because not only was his little gift killing his good time, but those kindred screams sounded too familiar, as if he had heard them before and knew the girl well.

It was hard to get to the bathroom, but he staggered his way there. In the mirror, he saw his blood-red eyes. As he looked deeper, he realized he couldn't dull the screams down. In attempt to comfort himself, he took a wet towel and rubbed the cold sweat off of his face. Perhaps the alcohol amplified it, Dillen thought. No, this has happened before. "Dillen!" Fuck, he thought, how drunk am I? He heard it again. It was Dave. He was banging on the door. "Oh shit, Dave! Where have you been all of this time?" Dave replied, "Wow, man, you sound pretty hammered. Anyway, when you're done doing whatever in there, I got somebody I want you to meet!" Okay, Dillen thought, this shouldn't be so bad. Right at that thought, a scream more shattering than the last blasted through his skull. Trying to ignore it, he stumbled out of the door and followed Dave up the stairs, which was hard. It was dark, and he tripped over himself a few times.

Finally, Dave lead Dillen to a dimly-lit room with tan walls and red curtains. With this set up, there was a big, king-sized bed with silky red sheets. It seemed like a fancy hotel room. Around the bed were 6 of the guys from the football team, including Kenny. Dillen looked at Dave with confused eyes. Dave began explaining, "Dillen, there's a girl who has had a crush on you for quite some time… she's just always been too shy to tell you." It was at that time where Kenny gave that evil, crimson smile that made Dillen painfully suspicious earlier. Dave paused, and then continued, "To put it this way, she wants you to fuck her like a mad man." The guys cleared out of the way, where Dillen saw a young girl spread out on the bed with a paper bag over her head. Not bad, he thought. She had breasts that fit her body perfectly, and her skin was pale and seemed soft. Of course, Dillen was excited by the sight of a lush, naked girl "Well," Kenny said in a quiet, mischevious voice, "go for it. What have you got to lose?" Right after that, he heard that horrible, spine-chilling scream of agony. His head was plagued with thoughts of denial and restraint. His whisper was warning him against something he saw no harm in. After all, a lot of girls liked him and the girl seemed kind of excited. She kind of just layed there lifelessly, though. Kenny handed him an extra-sensitive condom. At this point, the screams were almost continuous. He crawled onto the bed and began fondling her, rubbing her thighs and giving small licks to her breasts. As he nibbled on her delicate skin, getting a feeling of power and control, another scream ripped at his soul. Fine, Dillen thought, I'll just get to the good part before whatever the fuck that screaming is ruins it for me. His friends cheered him on, saying he was 'the man' and a 'player' as he carefully put the condom on.

Dillen started thrusting himself into it as he heard tiny moans from the girl. Another thing he had with his good looks was his 8-inch cock, which pleased his past girlfriends to no end. Wow, he thought, this chic is tight. She must be a virgin. All of the sudden, another skull-shattering scream came to his head, but this was the most intense thing he ever heard. As Dillen got more worked up, the whisper was getting more and more aggravated. The bloody, dreadful screams came in continuous streams and made his temples throb. The screams were making it harder to cum.

In this midst of the erotic pleasure and the screams, Dillen looked to the side and noticed the guys looking at him strangely. Right when that happened, another scream blasted at him, so he decided to just try and enjoy this girl while he could. After all, she had a very good body and felt very nice. He was nearing his climax when the screaming stopped. He froze with fear as a thought came to his head.

That scream! It was the scream that he had heard when he lived with his mother. Dillen heard it all of the time. Whenever his mom would drink and rage, he heard it. When he heard it when he saw holes in the wall from his mother's fists. Often times, it was that very scream he had to soothe. His heart stopped beating and his blood became cold. Could it be… ? No, it can't. Please say it isn't! This was the moment of a macabre clarity.

He removed the paper bag, and there he saw his sister Molly, lifeless, medicated, and beaten up. One last, powerful scream pierced Dillen's skull, dulling the howling laughter of his supposed 'friends.' His eyes teared as he thought of how he raped his younger sister, and what those bastards must have done to her. Her face was battered, and her nose was bloody. He stared in the deadish eyes of his baby sister in shock.

Dillen got off of the bed with a crazed smile. He saw everything in this distorted reality in red. His eyes could only see in shades of red. Dillen looked at the demons that stood before him and said in a shaking whisper, "I promise you, this will never happen again. I promise that you'll hear her screams like I did."