WARNING: This Chapter Contains Subjects Dealing With Rape

I saw him but it was too late. Somehow, while diving for the gun, he had stepped in another room, close but down the hallway. At first, seeing his disappearance, I was scared. No, not scared. I was shocked. I stood there, frozen in fear and holding a weapon that I didn’t even know to be loaded. Then he came, jumping out of nowhere. We struggled for a bit, lying on the dusty floor. Then the gun went off.

I thought I was hit because I felt the vibrations and heat from the gun on my chest. I felt the imaginative pain follow. Then I heard a groan. At first, I thought it was my own groan because my mouth had been slightly open. Then I realized it was James’s groan. He had been shot in the thigh and blood began rushing from the wound. I could see the pain in his eyes and I immediately got up to go find Angel and leave. I scrambled to my feet and did the dumbest thing a person could do…I dropped the gun, the only protection I had from being killed.

I ran, full speed, to Angel’s room. My cheeks, now burning hot, were streaked with tears. I busted in her room, full of worry. My mind had been pulling in various thoughts since this craze began, but it was now all focused on Angel and her life. I saw her jump up, hidden in the shadows or a corner, near her dresser. She ran to me, shaking with fear.

“Rae-Rae, I’m so scared.” Her voice quivered, almost as hard and constant as her body. She hugged me, and I ducked down, to her level.

“It’s ok, Angel, we’re going to get out of hear. I promise, baby girl, we will live through this!” I told her, pushing back several strand of sweaty hair that was matted onto her tiny forehead. “Let’s hide in the bathroom, quietly, ok?” She nodded. I grabbed her hand and peeked out from the room. No one was there and it was dead silent. Perfect choice of words, I said to myself. I could see the bathroom door, just feet away from where I was standing. I would have crept over there right away but I would have to pass the staircase, and right now, I was too shaken up to go near it. I motioned her to another room that was closer, and seemed better to hide in. She followed, still gripping tightly onto my hand.

We went into the room and quickly found a place to hide, behind a couch that was so close to the wall, it seemed impossible to get into. Once we managed to fit in there, we soon felt comfortable. Not as much as comfortable as safe, though. I whispered to her to be as quiet as possible until help came.

“I know mom and dad will be home soon,” I whispered to her, cradling her in my arms. “They’ll get help when they know something it wrong.” She looked up at me.

“What if he kills mom and dad?” The words struck me like lightning. I had not once thought of that. I got the whole picture in my head in minutes. Mom and dad would come home, smiling from their evening meal and out of nowhere, James would come and shoot them. Then we would be in the house, alone, with the maniac. I shivered in fear.

“That won’t happen.” I tried to keep my voice calm, but I could tell it came out shaky. We sat there, surrounded by silence and darkness, hugging each other for life, love, and comfort. I could only think of ways to help her. I wonder if she might need therapy after this. I know I will, I’ll be so paranoid after this. The sound of silence irked me. I could feel Angel trembling, grasped tight in my arms.

“Where are you?” I could hear James’s voice scream loudly. I could tell he was extremely far away, maybe on the next floor. He was loud though, and angry. I felt the fear flush through me, as it had so often now.

"Shhhh..." I said to Angel, still rocking her in my arms. I felt like a mother, feeling the need of the child for me to be there and give love and life. It was touching moment, I have to admit, but I couldn't think much about it. I heard banging and unaudible shouts from James, each one terrifying me. Then I heard a sound that brought hope back into me. I heard our car door slam. Although we were on the second floor, I can swear I heard my father laughing. He has a deep voice, so his laugh can be depicted from miles away.

"Are mom and dad home?" Angel asked, her eyes, too, were filed with hope. I nodded. I hope they can get us out of this mess, I thought to myself. I looked up, wanting to see the ceiling, but instead I saw the eyes of James. He was grinning over us, like a wolf on its prey. Angel whimpered.

"NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU NOW!!!" He screamed, although we were inches away from him. I shut my eyes thightly, wanting him to leave. I hoped this was a big dream, a nightmare more likely. But I knew as much as anyone else around, it wasn't a dream. And my life was nestled in my hands, waiting for me to drop it or carry it down the red carpeting, into the spotlight. I listened closely, waiting to hear the front door to slam shut. Then I got the sound I had been waiting for. James heard it also, and he went even more crazy. "Mommy and Daddy are home!" He said, in a mocking voice. I swallowed hard. He got up and I watched him leave the room. I stood up and jumped over the couch, telling Angel to stay there.

I looked around the corner for any sign of James and saw none. I walked out of the room, leaving fightned little Angel behind. I knew that if I dragged her along with me, James might see us and kill us both. I crept us to the staircase and peered down.

"Ranae, We're home!" I heard mom's soothing voice and tears trickled so suddenly down my face. I never had a good relationship with my mom, and this was the one time I felt happy to hear her voice. I wanted so badly to charge down the steps and into her loving arms but I couldn't risk James seeing. I looked around once more and saw no one. I turned to go down the stairs when I felt something poking my back.

"Shhhh.." I heard from behind me. My heart sank and I knew that once again, I was in James's control. He pulled my arm, signifying for me to step back. I did so, thinking of some way to get out of this. At least Angel isn't here with you, I told myself in an effort to look on the bright side of things. I kept stepping back with each tug until I was into the party room, far from Angel's hiding room. He pushed me to the floor, and got down beside me.

He held me hands above me head and I struggled to get away. I could feel my hands getting limp and I knew he was cutting off my blood supply. I wanted to scream but that would put my parents' lives in danger if they ran up here to see what happened. I could feel my jeans slip down my thighs and I knew he was going to rape me. I could see his erection throbbing through his pants and I just stopped struggling for freedom. If he was going to rape me, I thought it best if he just do it and get over with it. He slipped of my panties and I felt his hands feel over my vagina.

My mind went numb as he thrust his penis in and out, groaing in the process. He looked at my breasts, from which he removed my shirt and bra, bouncing in rhythm with his pushing and pulling. I wasn't sure whether to feel happy for getting some dick or whether to feel bad for getting raped.

"Oh yeah," He moaned, still holding onto my hands. "You know you like it, bitch." I glared at him. Then I felt him explode inside of me. Hot liquid drained from my vagina as his pulled his large penis from inside of me. He grabbed my shirt, laying only a few inches away from me, and wiped the sticky goo from his penis. He gently patted my vagina with it also, as if to clean it. I realized that I, too, had gotten an orgasm in rape. I silently scolded myself for enjoying it. He got up and put back on his pants. "Here." He said as he through my shirt, panties, and jeans at me. "Get dressed." I nodded, and pulled on my panties and jeans. I stared at my shirt with disgust.

"Um.."I started, getting his attention. "Do you mind if I get another shirt?" I asked, holding up the shirt for him to witness what he did. He nodded, grabbed the gun, and pointed it at me.

"Come on." He said, and followed me into my room, one floor above, to get another shirt. I grabbed one from my closet and he made me go back into the room where Angel was hiding. "Stay here." He ordered and disappeared from the room. I looked behind the torn up couch where I had told Angel to stay and discovered she was missing. My heart sank once more and tears flushed from my eyes. I tried to clear my mind, but I couldn't. Thoughts kept returning to her safety.

"Rae-Rae." I heard Angel's sweet voice whisper. I looked around, but saw no one and immediatly ruled the sound as a figment of my ongoing imagination. I sighed and layed my head in my hands. "Rae-Rae." The words came again, more louder this time. I got up slowly.

"Angel?" I asked, looking around for my sister. I could see no one but I sensed her. Then, a dark, miniture figure came running from the closet and into my arms. "Angel!" I squealed in delight.

"I got the gun." She said, pointing to the closet. I gave her my best confused look. She ran into the closet and pulled back James's shiny weapon. My eyes went wide.

"H-how?" I asked, taking the weapon from her. It was still loaded and gleamed with evil.

"It was on the floor and I hid it in the closet. I-" She was cut off by James's return. He saw the gun in my hand.

"Give it here." He demanded, his eyes firmly planted on the weapon.

"No!" I yelled. A sound came from his mouth, somewhat like a growl. He ran toward me and tackled me. I struggled to get from underneath him but he was too heavy. Then a popping sound occured. At first I thought his arm broke but then I saw him grab his chest. Dark, red blood oozed from his chest and I realized that I had shot him. He fell and layed motionless. I cautiously crawled toward him and put two fingers on his neck for a pulse. There was none. My mind went blank. Then mom and dad rushed in, worry was seen on their faces.

"Oh my god!" Mom cried, throwing herself into dad's arms. I dropped the gun, scared of what happened.

It took a while, but mom finially calmed down enough for me to explain what had happened. He was dead, medics confirmed. I was not pregnant, thank god, and Angel was unharmed. I guess you could say we lived a happy life after that incident, and I never went onto an online chat again. The trial for me "murdering" him was innocent. The jury said it was in self defense, which was partly true. I never intended to pull the trigger, although I had. My life returned to normal, but I still have nightmares about that night.

+So how did you like the story? It could have been better, but I had fun writing it. A special thanks goes to Meina for helping me with the ending. Everyone, please leave reviews!+