Thoughts? What do you think is going on in Rachel's head?
CHAPTER FORTY: Things calmed a bit over the weekend after my huge talk with Jake. I was more at peace than I had been in some time. His apology would never undo anything, but it was really good to hear it. For him to acknowledge what had happened and how he hadn’t responded in any sort of good way. I would have been able to accept rejection if he had just talked to me, but the silence was uncalled for. We were friends, if anything, when I had confessed my feelings for him in a moment of bravery. I hadn’t deserved that response, and my heart relaxed a little knowing that he knew that. We had continued texting now and then over the weekend, but kept things much more light hearted. He filled me in on some shenanigans, and I mentioned some progress with my ankle. I was going to try to do without my crutches today. Jake thought as long as I wasn’t pushing myself, I would know my body’s progress more than anyone. Sean of course was paranoid that I was pushing myself, and so I lied and told
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE: The school day began just like others had. Sean arrived early and babyed me and my foot. I pretended to have forgotten my crutches on the bus and he nearly started calling the bus charter company to have them come back. I told him it was alright and I’d ask a friend to hold them for me. He grumbled for a few seconds then let it go. I was managing just fine walking here and there, and with being able to sit through classes for long periods of time, I was confident I wouldn’t overdo it. Ally, Simon, Sean and I were in the library before class and I was doing some homework ahead of time. It was nice to have this extra time to cut down on the workload I did at home. God, I really loved this school. The bell rang and Sean accompanied us to Humanities, insisting he wasn’t coming along because of my ankle, and was just wanting to spend a little more time with me. We got to the class early, Ms. Del Rios hadn’t opened the door yet, but more classmates were gathering. S
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO: I didn’t let Sean take me home. I needed something, and he wasn’t it. Instead I sat in the grass after school outside with Ally. She kept holding my hand or putting her hand on my shoulder, different things - to let me know that she was there for me. I still hadn’t been able to say a thing since running into Vance. And my hands shook too badly when I tried to write or text. So I sat there, replaying the horror of being so violated in this place that I loved so much. I went over and over every second of it, and tried to figure out why I hadn’t been able to fight back, but I came away with nothing. Ally sat with me patiently, as she had been during lunch and Trigonometry, in her comforting way. She had held my hand tightly and gotten everyone to leave me alone when Sean had dug more and more, asking endless questions trying to learn what had happened. The bus pulled up to the curb and I got on with Ally. The two of us sitting in my unofficially reserved spot. I ha
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE: I had made it home some time ago and was trying to focus on homework. I needed to get things done, and maybe focusing all my thoughts on anything else would help free my mind. It helped sometimes, losing myself in other thoughts. Like when I forgot the name of some person who was in that one show that I just couldn’t remember the name of. I could just spend some time watching TV or declutter my closet, and the answer from earlier would just hit me. I was counting on that today. My phone buzzed and I saw a notification for a new email, but didn’t recognize the sender. I opened it. This isn’t the end of this. I’m not giving you up I dropped my phone on the floor and stood straight up. In a panic I looked around, expecting to see Vance watching me from a window, but didn’t see anything. I walked to the windows and door anyway, making sure everything was locked. I closed blinds more, and peaked out searching for anything odd. But I didn’t see anything obvious.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR: Nightmare. Another. I knew it somewhere in my mind while it was happening - that it wasn’t real. But it didn’t help. All around me were warm, moist hands touching me all over, pulling at me as I tried to run. But it was pitch black and everywhere I ran to there were more arms. I was screaming but nothing would come out of my throat. There was no relief. I continued to run, desperate for anything, anything other than darkness and arms, and warm clammy flesh. I stumbled. Face first, and more hands reached out grabbing me. I pushed off from something and tried to stand but could only flip myself over. On my back, I tried swatting and kicking arms away. I hit one and it let go, but another hand grabbed my ankle and before I knew it I was trapped. Totally trapped in this darkness, covered arms and hands. And as more and more clamored on top of me I saw a pair of eyes in the distance, silver. And as the arms covered my vision, I thought about how sad I was that I had
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE I froze. Glancing around I could see the backs of Lucy and Elizabeth’s heads up ahead. But no one else was around. I stepped back, but his hand caught my wrist. The same warm, clammy skin grabbing hold of me took me right back to my nightmare and I tried to push against him, push him away. All I ended up doing was giving him my other hand which he held on his chest. He leaned forward. “Walk with me,” he hissed inches from my face. My skin crawled. I tried to push, to yell. But my body wouldn’t cooperate and my mouth wouldn’t even open. It was stronger than yesterday. I was weaker than yesterday. I tried to stay firmly where I was, I didn’t want to walk with him anywhere! “Hurry, Rachel,” he whispered, “Don’t make me lose my patience.” His eyes glowed, a red ring appearing. It flickered. He tugged me along and my body went with him, despite my every atom trying to pull away. Where were we going? Wouldn’t someone come walking around here and see him? Wh
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX: My ankle ached and I sat down on the ground giving it a rest. After some minutes of watching staff and firefighters crawl over the school in search of the source, I remembered my phone. I looked to see four back-to-back missed calls, from Jake? Why would he call me in the middle of the day? There were some texts too from Jake, and Evan, and even Nick. >: Hey Rach, call me >: Please. When you can. Or text >: Hey there, just checking in. How are things? :) >: Can you send up a flare or something to prove you’re alive? I wrote back to Nick first and worked my way backwards. >: Working on it >: I’m alright, thanks. You can tell him to calm down lol >: I’m okay. Sorry to have everyone worked up My phone immediately buzzed. I read the new message from Jake in between checking on the princ
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN The rest of the week went by the same way. I was trapped in my mind. I took the bus with Jake sitting next to me in the morning. He would look very serious and try to keep my spirits up. I would get to school early and sit with Ally in the library until Sean came. He would try to distract me. But it didn’t work. I just kept shutting down. I was in control of less and less of myself. Every day Vance cornered me at lunch and brought me to the dark hall. Every day he pressed against me, made threats, and cornered me. But he never kissed me. The only thing I could be grateful for. He would just repeat how I needed to give in and that he wanted me to give myself to him willingly. But repeated that he wouldn't wait forever. Then every day I would be let free by something giving me a few minutes to cry in the bathroom before heading to my last class. After school I would walk with Ally and wait for the bus. Sean stopped fighting me about driving me home. He was clearly