Happy Ending Gone Wrong

Belladonna

*Dream*

I fight to move my arms, but every time I do, there is a metallic clang. I feel the cold air dancing over my exposed skin. "HELP ME! ANY ONE!" My throat hurts from my frantic screams and pleads for help. My nose is stuffed up from crying. I allow my neck to relax, making my head droop down. I silently let more tears go. I look up and down my naked body. There are scratches and bruises on my stomach, thighs, and breasts. "I should have killed him first," I mutter quietly. I'm lost in my own thoughts when the pain on the side of my face snaps me back. I don't pick my head up, but out of the corner of my eye I can see someone standing there. "No you should have not open the damn door!" I look up and find CC glaring at me, as if I was a cheep whore, as if I deserved everything that I had endured. I know my face is red from crying, and now it has guilt and pain written on it even more. "I'm sorry... I...I..I...I just," I started saying. I was cut off by a bleeding Andy walking in the room. Shock washes over me. "I..I...you are supposed to be dead! How?" Andy laughs at me and comes to stand next to CC. Andy reaches out and lays one of his hands on my right thigh, slowly rubbing my skin, "*I made a big impression bitch, I am here.*" I hear CC laughing and talking about how stupid he was to trust me, how stupid I was. I cry harder knowing that these horrible words I hear, are true.

*end*

I feel my body being moved. "Shhhh it's ok. I'm here." My eyes shot open, and I feel my body pushing away. I reach my hands up to my face. I stop moving. My hands, they are free, I slowly look around. We're in some room, CC is laying shirtless next to me, and I am crying. I throw the covers off of me. I feel muscles in my body hurting. I lift up the big shirt I am wearing. I gasp as I look down. Bruises and scratches covered my once smooth skin. I look up at the sound of CC getting out of the bed. His eyes hold pain and guilt. I cringe back a little as he reaches towards me. I feel my hands being pulled off of my shirt, and feel arms wrap around my shaking form. CC places his chin on top of my head, and lightly kisses the top of my head. I put one of my hands on his chest next to my head. "I'm sorry," I whisper. This is all my fault. I feel him tense up, and hear his heart beat faster. "No don't say sorry. This wasn't your fault. It was Andy's and Shawn's. They will pay," CC's voice comes out loud and upset. I feel like I can't take any more of this. I feel weak. I cry on to his naked chest, with thoughts of what happened a few hours ago. I was rapped, beaten, and helped to kidnap the man that had done some of these things. Andy.

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