Chapter Two, Part Two: Scarred For Life

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This whole moment was a mistake, all my fault, I should have never rushed into a lifestyle without thinking over everything that could go right and go wrong. I regret having moved out of my home and moved into a house all alone. I felt like my decisions were irrational and irresponsible. I should have thought through my decisions more and at least offered my sister to stay with me as a roommate! Why did I get myself into this?

 I was clonked on the head and fell unconscious, that's what I remembered before now. As I open my eyes, a set of hazel eyes were staring right into mine. A strong hand holds my hands above my head and force me against the soft mattress. I couldn't budge and I could feel his cool skin sweating against my bare body as he breathes into my face with a deep heavy sigh. I kept my eyes on his face as I try to figure out what he was intending to do. He was holding himself above me while he leaned closer to me. I felt a sharp jab stab me in my lower half and he slid toward me. I began to cry as he began move faster and leaned harder against my stomach. I prayed that he would stop and see what he was doing to me and how horrible it was, but that was just wishful thinking. He never took a moment to even breathe; I just had to lay there and take it...

 He changed positions and pinned both my hands down with his fists. He was unusually gentle for someone of his type, creeps who take advantage of women, also know as rapists...

I couldn't believe that I was being raped. I tried to deny that fact, but it was useless. I felt like a piece of furniture, something that didn't have feelings and you could do whatever and it wouldn't matter. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he continued his business. All I could do was think about how empty he was making me feel. He never said a single word to me since he told me to shut up and that I was his. 

Why was I his? I didn't even know him!

Why hadn't anyone come to save me yet?

Where was my knight in shining armor or rescue team?

Usually at this point, people would have come with the police and an ambulance to save me! This guy would have gone into police custody and been put into prison! Why couldn't my life be like those television shows? 

 As he finished with me, he took one more lunge forward and pulled himself off of me. He looked into my face and licked my cheek where the tears had fallen, then he whispered, "You taste so good, I am done here, but I might come back someday soon, just wait! I ain't done with you, dear."

He climbed off of me and grabbed his clothing. He yelled at me to get off the bed and he shoved me against the wall. I began to sob as he pushed me to the ground. I covered my head and crouched naked against the bare cold wall. I heard the man put the couch back together and the sliding glass door open. I stayed frozen in the corner of the room and waited until I heard his footsteps disappear. I did not dare move from that spot until the room was completely silent.

 Eventually when the room was empty and no one was around, I uncovered my head and remained crouched in the corner on the floor, sobbing. I couldn't believe what had just happened. My head throbbed in pain and I couldn't get my tears to stop running down my face, no matter how hard I tried. I felt like I had lost everything in just a short time. I didn't know what to do.

 Suddenly I heard a noise outside the window and as I turned my head to see, another man appeared to staring directly at me. My body stiffened with fear and I couldn't move.

 He stared at me for a long while before he looked around and frowned. I thought he was another burglar, but after he just kept staring, I noticed he was dressed in dirt covered clothing, maybe a homeless man. I just assumed he had heard my screams from before and must have wandered over here. I didn't know what to do and just sat there. I wished that he was here before I got raped and that he could have saved me.

 His gaze was filled with compassion and sadness. I couldn't figure out why he looked at me this way nor why he was still standing there... 

 Eventually, he looked down toward the ground and sighed. He shrugged his shoulders and turned around and walked away toward the mountains behind the house.

 I felt a sudden sense of loneliness and grief as he walked away. I wished he would stay. I wanted him to protect me. I didn't know why I wanted him, a homeless man, to keep me safe, but I was desperate and hurt. My instincts seemed to have been leading me to these feelings. I usually wouldn't have cared if someone I didn't know walked away or if I got beat up or something, but after having my virginity stolen from me and being abused, my heart was broken and only wanted companionship and protection, even romance and embrace... which wasn't me at all... I am not good with relationships and never even had a boyfriend in high school.

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Later on that day...

 I hurried over to the police department and asked to report a rape. I sat down and wrote down everything that I could remember that happened that night. I described the rapist in detail so that he may be found and punished for what he did. After filing the report, the police told me to sit down with a sketch artist and describe what the guy looked like so that they would have a better chance to find whoever did this. They didn't give me much hope that they would catch him, but I felt better knowing they at least knew what had happened and to know I am not alone. 

At the end of the day this was the sketch the artist was able to come up with:

A man with dark skin, between the ages of 25 and 30, with long silver/black hair and brown eyes. He was about 200 pounds and 5'8". He had no abnormal tattoos or scars or birthmarks, so being able to identify him would be difficult, was what I was told. I really didn't care after that point. I was tired and ready to go home. I went to my parent's house for the evening, but I never told them what had happened. I wasn't ready to come out of denial just yet. But who could blame me?

I still blame myself... even if it's not my fault...

I just think that if I had waited just a few more days or even a week,

maybe I would have noticed the broken door lock or someone else would have bought that house...

Chapter Two, Part One: The Unwelcome Visitor

It was the morning about a week after Erin had moved into her new

home and she was waking up later than usual. She spent the night before

enjoying some drinks and watching a movie by herself in her room. It was

an uneventful night, nothing different than how her normal nights went.

As she was waking up, her head throbbed from a headache, probably

from how much she had to drink. She felt like all the energy was drained

from her body and that she couldn't do anything except lay down again.

She contemplated whether she was going to go back to bed or just

get up and start her day. She never had any plans or business she had

to jump on right away as her friends usually were too busy with work

or children. Her life was boring and dull, but she seemed okay with that.

Erin finally decided to just relax on her bed and watch television for the

rest of the morning. Relaxing sounded better than getting up and trying

to figure out what she wanted to do. Some might call Erin lazy, but she

just thought of it as laid back; really she's just a couch potato!

As she was distracted by the sound of the television show, someone 

entered in the house through the backdoor. The lock was broken on the

sliding glass door and they were able to just walk in without difficulty.

However, the heaviness of the glass door moving against the sliding track

made a loud enough sound that one could hear it from upstairs. Even though

the robber was quiet about sneaking in, he failed to silence the sound of the door.

Erin heard the door sliding open and she rushed out of bed to see what was going on.

She hurried down the stairs to see who had opened the door in the

 living room, but she didn't see anyone. The robber had ran into the

 kitchen and was able to sneak up behind her. She was freaking out

 and seemed clueless to the fact that he was there in the room.

As he slowly approached her, she started to walk toward the door

and looked around. She closed the sliding door after she made sure 

that there was no one outside the door. If she had turned around at

this point, she would have seen her attacker!

She began to mumble to herself in fear about how the door got open

and who may have tried to come inside. The robber stopped in his tracks.

He was amused by how unaware of his presence she was.

But he didn't wait for too long...

Before she had a chance...

He was pushed her against the glass door and started to kiss her.

It seemed he had more than burglary on his mind when he broke

into her home! He was forceful and rough as he put all his weight

against her arms and insisted on taking a kiss from her.

Before he could come any closer, she freaked out and with all her strength, 

she pushed him away from her. She started to scream and begged for him 

to leave her alone, but he became angry and refused to leave her be. 

He wanted his way with her and wasn't going to take "no" for an answer.

The robber was furious with her actions and slapped her on the cheek.

"DON'T YOU EVER SAY NO! You are mine! NOW SHUT UP!" he yelled.

He slapped her a few more times...

Her head began to spin and throb in pain.

After he felt that he had done enough to her face, he stopped slapping her

and punched her in the nose. The blows to the face started to cause her

to feel faint. She couldn't hold herself up and ended up collapsing!

As she sat against the wall on the floor, she began to cry from the pain.

He pushed her head against the sheet rock wall a few times and kept on

shouting, "ARE YOU GONNA LISTEN NOW?" She couldn't think...

She fainted and laid unconscious on the floor.

It seemed hopeless for her at this point... Things looked grim...

He dragged her over to the couch and looked around for a bed

to put her own. He lifted the couch cushions and noticed it was a

pull out bed. He took the couch apart and lifted the bed out.

As he was beginning to take her clothing off...

Someone appeared in the window...

Introduction, Chapter One: Miss Mead

The Mead family was always a close-knit family. They spent most of

their time together or at school and after-school activities, but as the

seventh generation became young adults, it was time for the children

to move out. The mothers of the Mead family always chose a child

to continue their legacy, however, Garlyne (fourth from the right)

chose to let her children live their own lives and live their own legacies.

Garlyne had married her imaginary friend, Pay and they had a young

son who was tragically killed by a meteor. After that, Garlyne

 became pregnant with Vanessa and Veronica, their twin girls.

Jeremy, the youngest, was the last child of Garlyne who decided

not to have 8 to 12 children like the rest of her relatives before her.

Veronica and Vanessa were close sister, but were becoming

farther apart since Veronica decided she wanted to go by the

nickname "Erin" and started talking about moving out. Now

Vanessa was a quiet girl who couldn't speak, at least since

 she lost her voice in a car accident the year before. When her

sister expressed her decisions to move away, she became upset

and unhappy that she was going to lose her closest sibling, her best

friend. Erin knew her sister was upset and promised to stay in contact.

One night, a few weeks after the twins had graduated from

high school, Erin decided to talk to their mother about her plans

to move out and get a house of her own. After her mom was fine with

her decision, Erin asked her mom for some help picking out houses.

Within a week or so, Garlyne and Erin had found a house across town

that was big enough for a young woman to live and have family if she

ever decided to settle down. Erin said her good byes to her parents

and siblings after she got the settlement and bought the house.

Erin was finally on her way to starting her new life and

was excited to be on her own for the first time in her life!

All Grown Up

Hey everyone, it's been a very long time, but I have very important news.

So far, things have been good with the family and everyone's all grown up!

I have grown my hair out and aged quite a bit. I am loving life and

couldn't be happier with my kids! They are the best part of every day!

Our children: twins Vanessa and Veronica and their brother Jeremy.

The twins are young adults now and Jeremy is just a teen. I have 

been overprotective of my children since last year when 

Vanessa got in a car accident on her way home from school.

You can't blame me though, they are such beautiful children.

Jeremy is a spitting image of his father, but he has my hair and skintone.

He has always been my pride and joy since his birth, however, I will

always love every child of mine no matter what they do or where they go.

I still remember everyday my boy Brey who died so very young.

 The other day, we were all standing around outside talking about our futures. 

The girls had just graduated from high school and Jeremy graduated from 

prep school and was on his way into junior high. I wanted my girls to plan

for college and get a good job for a good future.

"Veronica, I mean Erin, why are you suddenly wanting to move away? 

Don't you want to go to college?" I asked my daughter.

"Yes, but mom, I don't want to study again, I want to live

my own life. I don't know. Will you let me?" she asked me.

"If you want to be on your own, do so. I can't stop you, but

I need you to promise me you won't forget about your family. Your

sister, she needs you to be nearby. You are her only friend, remember?

She still hasn't gotten over losing her voice when she damaged her

throat in that car accident last year," I said as Vanessa became sad

from what I had mentioned. I know it hurts for her to hear it, however,

my children need to stay strong and not let anything get to them.

"Mom, I promise I will text her everyday and I will visit often.

I really want to move away and have my own life now," Veronica

said, "But hey, no offense sis, I just think it's time to move out!"

We said our good byes and wished Veronica the best. She was all

grown up and there was nothing I could do, except let my little girl

spread her wings and fly. I pray the best for her, my little Erin, Veronica.