Sasha
I look at Colin on the floor and I feel like I’m about to throw up. I see blood on the back of his head and I start thrashing on the bed but it’s no use, the ties are digging into my skin as I sob out.
“Don’t cry, it’s going to be okay.” Danny comes to my side, all I want to do is hurt him. He pulls the gag from my mouth so it’s now against my neck. I need him to free my ties, but don’t know how. I look back to Colin and he isn’t moving. Please be okay. “Stop looking at him.” He grabs my face, his fingers hurting my cheeks.
“You need to help him. He’s supposed to be your friend,” I beg him.
“Friends.” He laughs. “In high school, no one is really friends. I was in his group and that’s it. He thought he was the king of the place. A God. Well, look at him now.” He laughs.
“Please just stop this. If you let me go and let me get some help, we can move on. I won’t tell anyone what happened. We can be friends…” He pulls my hair back.
“If you give me that friends speech, I swear…” He growls at me. “We are more than friends. MORE!” he shouts, making me flinch.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, and his face softens, before letting my hair go. “You're scaring me, though,” I say shakily. He strokes my cheek to my jaw, his hand gliding down my neck. I feel my whole body tense up.
“I don’t want to scare you. I want you to see how much I care.” His hand reaches the top of my chest. “You are mine, Sasha.” His hand goes to my breasts and I whimper. I look to Colin but he still hasn’t moved, I feel my heart start to break.
Please wake up.
Please.
His body presses against mine as he cups my breast. I feel his erection press against my side. “You have no idea how long I have waited to really touch you.” He uses his finger to start circling my covered nipple. “In your sleep, you seem to like my touch.” I feel bile start to rise up my throat. “You sleep so peacefully.” He kneels up, then straddles me.
“Danny, please,” I beg him.
“I love hearing you say my name. Begging me. I am going to give us what we both want.” His hands glide down my stomach, lifting up my top, exposing my breasts. A flood of tears escapes me.
His mouth goes to one of my nipples as he starts sucking hard and I feel my whole body shaking. This can’t be happening to me. I need to think. It is really hard to do so when I am so close to being raped.
I feel my body start to shut off, and I know soon my mind will as well. To block what is about to happen. I pull the ties again, but nothing. I feel his lips on my stomach and when he gets to my skirt, I start to sob. His hand glides up my thighs, pulling my skirt up. His nose presses against my core, inhaling me.
“You smell better than I could ever imagine.” I feel his tongue over my underwear and I start thrashing around, trying to keep him off me, but he pins me down. “You’ll feel differently after we make love. You will soon feel how I feel.” How can he think like this?
“Danny, please don’t,” I cry out.
“Just give in, we both have waited a long time for this. Just give in,” he tries to lull me. My whole body won’t stop shaking, my wrists are in pain as I try with all my might to be set free. He’s going to rape me.
“No,” I scream at him and he sits up glaring at me. “Let me go.” I sob out to him. “This isn’t love. If you loved me, you wouldn’t be doing this.” His face comes close to mine.
“I am doing this because I do love you.” He sits up and starts to undo his buckle. I start thrashing harder and I feel the ties start to loosen up so I use all my energy to pull. When one of my hands slip through the tie, I release the other and with all my might, I hit him hard across the head, making him fall off of me to the ground. Hearing him groan, I quickly undo my ankles. I try to stand but my legs feel like jelly and I fall to the ground, his hands grabbing my ankles.
“You are not leaving me,” he growls. I lift one leg and kick him hard in the face as I crawl to the door. Colin hasn’t moved, a part of me wants to try and wake him but I know if I stay, I will be caught. I need to get help.
I stand on shaky legs and run down the stairs. When I hear Danny yell my name, I turn around for him to pounce on me and we both roll down the stairs, him pinning me to the floor.
“You are supposed to love me.” He hits me hard across the face. “You are mine.” He hits me again. My vision starts to blur. I feel his mouth near my ear. “I hope you don’t black out on me.” I hear him unzip his jeans, I try to move but I feel so weak. He lifts my skirt once again. I try to push him away but it’s no use.
“Please don’t,” I whisper.
“I’m going to own you, one way or another.” He hovers over my body, pushing my underwear to the side, his fingers entering me. “You feel so tight.” He licks my face. I feel him at my entrance when my front door is slammed open.
Help is here. I pray.
I turn my face a little to see Xander jumping on top of Danny, punching him over and over. I then feel hands on my face and I flinch at the pain. “Oh, honey.” I hear my mom’s voice.
“Mom,” I whisper.
“It’s ok, it’s going to be okay.” She lifts my head, placing me on her knee, stroking my hair.
“Colin.” I try and sit up but my head is too heavy. “Colin is upstairs.”
“Colin is upstairs,” Mom yells out.
“You sick motherfucker.” I hear Xander before everything is quiet. I hear footsteps run up the stairs and Xander crying out.
He’s not dead.
He said he wouldn’t leave me again.
He said he’s all in. I start to cry harder.
“Mom,” I cry out in agony, but this time it’s my heart.
“It’s going to be okay.” She cries.
I don’t know how long I lay there, but I soon hear sirens and I am being lifted onto a stretcher, questions being asked to me, but I’m numb. I can’t register what anyone is saying. I am taken outside when I feel my hand being held and I turn to Karen who is crying.
“Is he dead?” I ask her and she holds my hand tighter. “Tell me.” Her mouth wobbles.
“I don’t know,” she whispers. I look around me until I see Colin being put into an ambulance, his eyes closed.
“Is he dead?” I sob out. “Is he dead?” I cry out harder. “We had our second chance, this was our second chance.” My voice is quivering. “Our second chance,” I breathe before darkness takes me over.
* * *
I got checked out in the hospital and with just a few bruises, I am going to be okay, but it’s not me I’m worried about. We are all in the waiting room, waiting for news on Colin. Because he was knocked over the head, he had to get a C.T. scan to see if there are any internal damages.
Mom is holding me as I look over to Xander who is pacing up and down. He saved my life. If he was two seconds too late, I would have been raped. I know I would be sitting here feeling completely different than I do now.
I am still in shock by the whole thing, but I hold onto the fact that he didn’t go any further. We were told reporters are swarming the front doors, the leeches. They want to know what happened, and soon we will have to tell them.
My eyes are getting heavy when I hear a cough and I look up to see two detectives giving me concerned looks.
“I am so sorry for what happened, but we need to ask you a few questions,” The one with light brown hair and brown eyes says.
“Can’t this wait until tomorrow?” Mom asks.
“Mom, it’s okay. If I talk now, the sooner they can throw the book at that sicko.” The two detectives sit.
“I’m Detective Morse and this is Detective Gilmore.” I look to the other detective and he looks older than the other, more rounded in the middle area. “I need you to tell me what happened.”
I nod. “I’ve been getting letters and flowers for the past few months but thought nothing of it. Thought it was a huge fan, but it started to get worse.” I pause. “They were getting into my changing rooms, my home. Taking pictures of me as I slept.”
“We did inform the police,” Xander interrupts. “But nothing could be done.” The detective looks to him then back to me.
“Xander asked Colin to be my new bodyguard because of it. But it didn’t stop. More photos were taken, more flowers.”
“You had more pictures?” Xander asks me.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“What were in the pictures?” Detective Gilmore asks me.
“Of me and Colin being intimate,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat up.
“Your bodyguard?” he asks and I nod.
“He was my boyfriend back in school, we just got back together yesterday, I think that’s what put Danny over the edge.”
“Danny Sullivan?” He asks, writing it down.
“He went to school with us, I never really knew him, other than he was friends with Colin. Well, I thought they were friends, but he told me that he started getting feelings for me back then and that he has watched me ever since.”
“Stalked you?”
“Yes. He is the one that got me all the gigs through college, he is the one that helped the band get signed.” Mom gasps.
“He did what?” Xander yells.
“His uncle is the guy who signed us on.” Xander pulls his hair and starts pacing again.
“What happened at the house?” I feel tears prickle my eyes.
“I was in my changing room getting ready to go home when he comes in saying he’s waiting for Colin. We start talking, then it clicks that it was him sending all the photos and before I had time to react, he grabbed me and everything went dark. I woke up tied up on my bed. He was telling me how much he loved me that I was his.” I press my hands to my mouth.
“It’s okay, take your time, sweetie,” Mom says softly.
“I heard Colin come into the house, but he gagged me so I couldn’t warn him. I watched Danny hit his head with a statue and he fell to the floor.” I start to cry. “He didn’t move. I saw the blood.” Tears flow down my cheeks.
“Danny started to touch me, telling me that I will soon feel what he feels. He was touching my breasts, kissing my stomach, his face was down here.” I try and control my breathing. “He said how good I smelled. When I saw him start to undo his belt, I started to panic and the ties around my wrists got loose and I got free and hit him as hard as I could, giving me enough time to get away. I got to Colin but still nothing. I tried to get help.”
I look to Xander. “I had to get help. I heard Danny behind me and he jumped on me, causing us both to tumble down the stairs. He hit me hard a couple of times across the head. My whole body started to feel weak.
I watched as he unzipped himself, he used his fingers.” My whole body starts to tremble, remembering it all. “I felt him at my entrance. I thought I was going to be raped, right there on the floor, then he was pulled off me by Xander.” I feel Mom cry against me as she holds me.
“I am so sorry you had to go through all that.”
“What happens now?” Xander asks.
“We will get a statement from Colin when he wakes, but with all the evidence stacked up against him, Danny will be locked away for a very long time.
“Thank God,” Mom whispers.
“Thank you for your time, Miss Bennett, and again, sorry for what has happened.” I watch both detectives stand.
Hours have gone by and we haven’t heard a thing. My heart is hammering against my chest. I just need someone to tell me he is okay. When I see a doctor walk towards us, I run over to him. “How is he?” I ask frantically.
“He’s doing good. The scans came back clear, no brain trauma. Just a very large bump. He’s going to feel that for a while, but nothing serious. He has to try and stay awake for the next twelve hours, so you have to keep an eye on him. It’s just a precaution.” I sigh in relief.
“Can we go see him?”
“Sure, he’s been asking for you anyway. Stubborn young man.” I can’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, he is.” But he is my stubborn man.
When we get to Colin’s room, he is sitting up on the bed. He smiles when he sees me. I run over to him, laying my body over his. Tears once again flowing.
“Hey, why are you crying? I’m fine,” Colin says, stroking my hair.
“I thought I lost you when I saw you on the floor, not moving, I felt my whole world crumble away.” I sniff.
“Shhh, I’m ok, we are okay. I’m just sorry I didn’t help.”
“You came for me. You almost died to save me.” I start to cry again and he pulls me in close to him.
“Thank you, Colin. For everything,” Mom says from behind me.
“I didn’t do anything. It was Dad that saved the day, I hear.” I look to Xander and tears are in his eyes.
“When I saw you on the floor, all the blood. I thought I lost you, I thought I lost my son. The last time we talked…” He stops.
“Dad, it’s okay. I’m fine. I get where you were coming from, but I love her, nothing is going to stop me from being with her.”
“I know. I’m just happy you are okay.” Colin looks to me and touches the bruises on my face.
“I love you, Sasha Bennett,” he says softly.
“I love you, Colin Baxter.” I lean forward and press my lips to his.