Healing Hands

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Chapter 7 | Monster

Valentine’s Day completely sucked.

After Jeremy and I managed to get Ethan and Liam back home, I made it a point to walk home instead of sleeping over at Ethan’s house. The last thing I wanted to do was spend the night with Jeremy under the same roof. Especially knowing that Liam and Ethan were both pretty wasted, so they wouldn’t have been much help if something had happened.

I told Lexi all about what Jeremy said at the party, and it completely freaked her out. She has it in her mind that the second Jeremy has me alone again he will do something horrible. She probably isn’t wrong.

My dad was actually home for majority of the weekend, so I used him as an excuse to stay indoors instead of going out. We watched some movies, and played some board games. Lexi even came over Saturday night to play with us. It was nice to spend time with both of them.

I haven’t been spending a lot of time with my dad ever since my mom passed. It’s just hard to see him without her. He always tries to keep himself together, but I can tell he’s really hurting deep down.

It can’t be easy to lose the love of your life. I couldn’t even imagine loving someone that deeply, only to have them taken away from you all too soon.

It’s Monday morning now, and I wake up to an eerily quiet house.

No Liam? That’s odd.

After I get dressed in a simple pair of jeans and T-shirt, I grab my phone from its charger and head downstairs. I stick two pieces of toast into the toaster, before I pull a hair tie from my bag.

I gather my long, thick locks of blonde and shove them into a bun on the top of my head.

Lexi will crucify me, but it’s worth it.

Just as I finish smearing some butter onto my toast, I see a note written and left on the center of the island. I pick it up and read it.

“Sorry Dal, had to get to school early for a project, have fun walking sis!”

Wonderful. Thanks a lot, bro.

I roll my eyes and glare into the air as I shove toast into my mouth.

Did I mention that I hate Mondays with a fire-burning passion?

After I scarf down my mediocre breakfast, I grab my bag and head for the door.

I make it a point to walk on the opposite side of the road from Ethan’s house. I do not want to chance running into you know who.

I plug my headphones into my phone, and play some music. Anything to help speed up this journey I’m about to take.

I make it past Ethan’s house without seeing any sight of Jeremy, which instantly relaxes my nerves.

As I pass a few more blocks, I suddenly feel the need to look behind me. When I do, I see nothing.

A few cars drive past me, probably racing to get to work or school on time. I know for a fact I’ll be late today. Guess what? I really don’t care.

I bob my head to the tunes bursting through my headphones when I feel a strong presence behind me. I turn around again, but still see no one.

I begin to walk a little faster, and just when I reach the end of an empty street, I feel an arm wrap around my waist, as another wraps its hand around my mouth. I try to scream, but nothing comes out.

I’m being pulled backwards when I realize I’m being dragged into a nearby alleyway.

My eyes widen in fear when I finally realize what’s happening.

Suddenly my back slams against a concrete wall, knocking all the wind out of my lungs. I gasp for air, while trying to fight off my attacker.

He’s faster than I am, and definitely stronger. I can’t fight him off.

Once I somewhat regulate my breathing, I manage to lock eyes with my predator.

My heart stops beating.


Jeremy.






| Lexi’s POV |

“Jayce, hurry up! We’re going to be late!” I shout, just as my mom comes strolling out from the kitchen.

“He’s the slowest person I’ve ever met.” I scoff.

“He’s your father’s son.” My mom sighs. “Jayce, Vamonos!”

I check my phone, seeing no texts from Dallas. She must be trying to gather up Liam and Ethan. Poor girl.

“I’m ready, sheesh!” Jayce scolds once he reaches the end of the stairs.

“Don’t give me attitude Junior.” My mom warns.

“Yes Mam.”

We finally get out of the door, so I say bye to my mom and Jayce, and head for my own car.

As I’m driving to school, I glance at my phone again to see no new texts from Dallas.

I think nothing of it as I park in the closest parking spot. As I’m walking up to the entrance of the school, I see the twins’ jeep parked near the front.

Weird, why hasn’t Dallas texted me yet?

I pull my phone from my pocket and send Dallas a text, and then I go inside the large building.

Just as I make it to my locker, I see Ethan and Liam wandering down the hallway.

“Hey dumb and dumber, where is Dallas?” I ask, and they both furrow their eyebrows at me.

“She should be here. I left her a note saying she had to walk to school.” Liam casually says, and that’s when I discreetly begin to panic.

“Why didn’t you take her?” I snap.

“Whoa, calm down. We had to get here early to work on a project. What’s the big deal?” Ethan asks, and I wish I could tell him what exactly that big deal is.

“Nothing, I’ll see you guys at lunch. I’m sure she’s just running late.” I shrug, grabbing my last textbook and shoving it into my bag for class.

She’s just running late, right?






| Dallas’ POV |

“Jeremy, stop, please.” I whimper as he continues to leave burning kisses down the side of my neck.

My skin feels on fire, and not in a good way.

“Shut the hell up before I make you.” He sneers, still dragging his lips against my tainted skin.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone, just let me go!” I manage to say, and this time he covers my mouth with his large, sweaty hand.

“You think I care about that? Nobody will believe you.” He almost laughs. “Now shut up and relax. The quicker you stop squirming, the faster this will be.”

My eyes widen as fresh tears fall from the corners.

The faster what will be?

In an instant, I hear the sound of a zipper. My heart thumps rapidly against my chest.

I can’t do anything but silently cry.

I try to mumble a “please”, but it’s no use.

He’s going to do this. He’s going to rape me.

In a split second, his hand leaves my mouth to grab my sides and push me to the cold ground below. I let a high-pitched scream escape my lips, and Jeremy is quick to place his hand over my mouth again, but only after he punches me in the gut.

I’m frantically shaking my head no, as I feel him begin to undo the button on my pants.

He’s moving slow, but just fast enough to make sure nobody catches us.

“Stop moving, bitch.” He sneers against my ear as he lays his body against mine.

I try my hardest to move. I try my hardest to push him off me. I try, and try, and try… but ultimately fail.

More tears break free from my eyes as he pushes my pants down my legs. The cement floor is cold and dirty. I’m dirty.

I feel a large bulge through his underwear as he presses his body further against mine.

His pants are pushed to his ankles, and I take note that he doesn’t even pull out a condom to use.

My eyes are frantically moving around, trying desperately to find someone, but we’re all alone in this shaded alley. Nobody knows we’re here.

Nobody knows I’m here.

His hand loosens against my mouth just enough so that I can speak.

“Please, don’t do this to me. I’m a virgin for fuck sake! Please!” I cry, and instantly his hand tightens around my mouth.

“I said shut the fuck up!” He hisses. His brown eyes are almost black.

This isn’t Jeremy. This is a monster.

Mom, please help me.

Before I have time to think about anything else, I feel his other hand reach down to my underwear. He softly rubs me against the fabric, and I feel anything but pleasure.

“A virgin huh? Good, that means you’ll be nice and tight.” He whispers against my ear, causing goosebumps to appear all over my exposed skin.

I shake my head, but I know it will do nothing to stop him. He’s made up his mind, and now I have to live with it.

My body is shaking with fear as he quickly rips my underwear. He tosses the fabric aside and I shiver as my bare ass meets the cold cement floor.

I am a full on sobbing mess, as he slowly begins to push his underwear down to his ankles.

I feel his skin press up against me, and I sharply inhale.

“I know you’re ready for this.” He smirks while looking directly into my eyes. I try my best to look above him, anywhere but into his eyes, but his hand over my mouth tightens. “Look at me.”

I am beyond scared at this point, so I follow his instructions.

I feel him reach down and press the head of his penis onto my exposed skin. I flinch, and this makes him smile.

“Don’t be scared, it’ll feel good Dallas.” He breaths against the hand that’s covering my mouth.

Without warning, he shoved himself inside of me. My eyes squeeze shut at the pain throbbing down below. I feel him tearing me, as more tears build up in my eyes.

My body continues to shake with fear, as he begins to penetrate more than just my cervix. He penetrates deep into my soul, forever changing the person that I am, and the person that I will be.

“God, you’re perfect.” He pants.

After a few minutes, he begins to move faster, completely tearing me apart.

With every excruciating thrust, he took another piece of me with him, slowly killing me from the inside out. Tearing down all that I’ve built, washing away everything that I am with the vile feel of his semen running down my bare legs. It was warm, almost as if his fluids were burning me. Every minute, every second, felt more daunting than the last.

Will it ever stop? Will I make it out of this alive?

I know better than that though.

I’ll never be fully alive again.

No, after this, things will never be the same.

I will never be the same.

After five more minutes of pure agony, he finishes for a second time before pulling himself out of me. Everything is throbbing between my legs, and my body is still shaking with fear. His hand is still clasped over my mouth as he uses his other hand to pull his underwear and pants up.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it? I bet you even enjoyed yourself.” He smiles with pride as he looks down at my swollen face.

My eyes are red and puffy from crying, and I bet there’s mascara running down my cheeks.

I shake my head again, and this makes him angry.

“Tell me you enjoyed it.” He instructs. He moves his hand from my mouth to my throat, and waits for me to speak. “Don’t even think about screaming, or I’ll strangle you.” He threatens.

I’m too weak to fight him, so I slightly nod.

“Tell me you enjoyed it.” His grip loosens against my throat to allow me to speak.

“I enjoyed it.” I barely manage to say. My throat is sore and my voice is hoarse from the constant crying.

Jeremy smirks before releasing his hand in order to button and zip his pants up. I use this opportunity to scream, and in a second his hand is engulfing my face again.

“Shut the fuck up!” He growls against my ear. “I mean it, be quiet or I will hurt you.”

I want to tell him that he already hurt me. I want to tell him that he’s completely ruined my life in a matter of minutes, but I know he isn’t going to care. He isn’t going to give me a second thought.

I try to scream again, and he quickly stands up and begins kicking me in the stomach. Kick after kick, until I finally hear a snap. He’s broken one of my ribs, I’m sure.

I’m physically unable to move, let alone speak.

“If you tell anyone what happened here today, I will kill you.” He threatens so easy.

I can’t believe this is the same Jeremy that I grew up with. The same Jeremy that used to treat me like a little sister. The same Jeremy that used to give me piggyback rides.

All I do is nod, and a second later he’s running away. He runs down the alley and onto the street, probably heading back to his house.

I lay there on the ground, my pants still down to my ankles, my underwear still ripped and lying on the cement floor beside me. My body is still shaking, and everything hurts.

I reach for my phone and cry out in anger when I see that it’s cracked from when Jeremy pushed me to the ground. It won’t even power on.

I try my best to sit up, but an instant sharp pain shoots up my stomach into my ribs.

“Help!” I manage to shout. “Please…” I beg for anyone walking by the alley, but I look to see no one around.

I sob uncontrollably as I slowly manage to stand up. Not bothering with my ripped underwear, I pull my pants up and button them. I shove my broken phone into my pocket before I grab my bag that had been tossed to the side during the attack. I slowly swing my bag over my shoulder, and try my best to walk.

Every inch of my body is throbbing, and I have no way to contact anyone.

Not that I would, I can’t. Jeremy threatened my life.

Besides, who would believe that the golden child is a rapist? Everyone adores Jeremy.

I can’t tell anyone.

I need to tell someone.

Why did this happen? What do I do now?

I hold back more tears as I slowly walk all the way back home. I can’t go to school like this, and I certainly can’t face anyone right now. I want to be alone.


I need to be alone.

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