That's What I Was Afraid Of

I was confused when a girl my age opened the door. She had blonde curly hair and heavy make up surrounding her light brown eyes. All she wore was a blanket, which made me feel very uncomfortable. “Oh-um, is uh Cody here?” I asked quickly. She looked at me like I crazy, like she knew me, then said, “Lacie? Lacie Barron?” I shook my head wondering were I knew this girl from. She was very familiar though. “Oh, wow, sorry that you have to see me like this.” she said and then blushed when she looked down at her cover. “Um, do I know you” I asked curiously. “It’s me, Elena Bright.” Oh yeah! The lead cheerleader at my school. I remember now. I would always laugh because her last name was the opposite of what she actually was, if you get my drift. She’s not very smart.
“Oh, ok I remember now. Why are you here?” I asked. “Well, um…” she started when Cody appeared in the door with just a towel on. My fear was bad and it was worse than before and I felt like I couldn’t breath. “So, you actually decided to show, huh?” he stated. He leaned over to Elena and whispered something into her ear. She shook her head and said, “Ok.” She then walked past me and got into a car that I guess was hers. Cody looked at me and smiled which sent shivers down my spine. “I’m here for my phone. That’s all.” I said. I couldn’t think of anything else and I didn’t want to make him mad. “Ok then, come and get it.” he said and motioned for me to walk into the house. Ok, Lace. Think…What is your next move? Should you just give into what he wants or should you fight back and risk your family getting hurt? I can’t let that happen.
“Well? Do you want your phone or not?” Cody asked. I walked in and waited for Cody to get my phone. Hopefully he wont try anything this time. He walked away and I looked around the living room which I never actually did the last time I was here. I noticed a picture of a baby on the wall across the room. I walked over to it and saw a baby boy with light brown hair and those baby blue eyes. He had such a cute smile. The baby only look a few months old and then I saw a date in the corner of the framed picture. 12-16-91 was that date. It was in gold lettering. This must have been Cody when he was young. Below the picture there was a small desk which was made out of dark wood. On it were numerous pictures of a couple. The man was handsome with brown hair and brown eyes. He has a masculant structure and he held the woman in his arms protectively. You can tell that they were in love. The woman also has brown hair which stopped at her shoulders. She had many ringlets of hair in her face from being held by the man.
On the table was also a piece of old, ripped newspaper. The date on it was 03/15/02. I picked it up and read it. “Two People Found Dead On Highway After Accident” was the head line. I read on, “Sarah and Joseph Chanler were found dead on the side of the highway. After a gasoline truck was cut off by a motorcyclist, it began to swerve. The Chanler’s car was next to the large vehicle when it flipped over them. They were thrown from their car due to a lack of seatbelts.”
After I read that I couldn’t go on. I suddenly felt horrible when I realized that the two people were Cody’s parents. “What are you doing?” I heard Cody asked from behind me as I put the piece of newspaper down. “N-Nothing. I saw this and I wondered what it was.” I said and I felt very un-easy being alone with him. I turned around to face him and he was still in a towel. He dangled my phone in front of my face and I asked, “Can I have it?” “It depends.” Oh no, not again. “On what.” I asked nervously. “On whether or not we are going to finish what we started the last time.” I was afraid that he was going to say that. “Please don’t do this.” I begged. He ignored what I said and continued to move closer to me. I backed up into the small table and accidentally knocked over a framed picture.
Cody scowled at me when I heard the glass break and he came closer to me while putting his fists up in the air. I felt like prey being hunted and there was no chance that I could get away. I was defenseless. “I-I’m s-sorry.” I said and I was now up against the wall. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the pain that was about to come. His fist then collided with my face and brought my to the ground. His foot then kicked my sides and then my face again. I felt blood running down my nose. He kicked me repeatedly in the sides and I cried. When he finally stopped I fell over and went into fettle position moaning in pain. He kicked me one more time in the head, like it was a soccer ball and darkness started to take over me. I felt my shirt being pulled of and rough lips on my chest while his hands worked at my bra. I felt cold as he hovered over my topless body.
I felt my pants go down my leg and I started to get my vision back. I put my hands to his trying to stop him, but that only earned me another punch to the face. “OW! OH MY GOD THAT FREAKIN HURT!” I held. He then dug his thumbs into my now open wound on my head. My vision then dimmed and I tried to scream, but all that came out was, “Please stop.” and then he said those famous words. “This is what you get for rejecting me.” I then felt fabric rub against my naked legs. Probably his towel that he had on. He then took off my underwear and I laid on the ground naked. I felt a horrible pain when he rammed himself into me and I screamed in pain. His fist then collided with my head, near my temple and I slipped into unconsciousness with a tear rolling down my cheek.