The Guardian

Chapter 6: There Are No Words

You know those times when everything you knew shattered before you like a broken glass. It takes only an instant for everything love to burn up in flames. Then you are left feeling empty, like everything you had ever done or said meant nothing. You feel alone, cold, and you wish you could go back and change whatever you did to make this happen.

The two biggest things I felt while Derek started to take off my clothes was fear and hatred. Fear, because I didn't want this to happen, and because I knew it couldn't be avoided. I wasn't angry at Derek, I was angry at myself. How could I just sit here and do nothing while this happened, how could I have fallen for such a horrible guy.  

Soon, I was completely naked and I closed my eyes. I didn't want to watch.. I tried squirming but I still couldn't move. Thats when the grunting started.. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but i knew it was just the beginning. There was no hope for me. It was like I was in a bad dream I would never wake up from. I kept my eyes tightly shut until he slapped my face. I didn't want to open my eyes.. But he slapped me again. I could here him say to me.  

"Open your eyes bitch. See what you caused. How could a guy like me ever like you. You are naïve, Quinn. You are nothing to me." I started to cry.. How could he ever hurt me like this.. Why did I deserve this? "Why are you crying? You brought this on yourself. This is your own damn fault. Stop feeling sorry for yourself"

I held back my tears. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of making me upset. I started regaining feeling in my fingers, and my toes. I didn't dare move them. My throat was dry, and I didn't think I could talk. I opened my eyes for one second, and one second long. I was fully naked. Derek was kneeling over me, grabbing my boobs. He was still in his boxers, but I could tell he had already relieved himself on me. He slapped me again. "What's your problem bitch? You don't like this?" he started to pull down his boxers. I looked away, and he slapped me again. He slapped me harder and harder each time I looked away. Finally, he gave up, and took off his boxers anyways. He knelt close to my face and whispered into my ear, "Get over yourself." then he clamped his hands over my throat.

It took me a couple seconds to realize he was choking me. My eyes were wide with shock, and my arms had finally reacting to my brain. I scratched and clawed but I felt weaker and weaker. The black started closing in on me. I felt no will to fight, I let it consume me and I was never coming back.

---author note---

I know I know, short chapter. I felt really weird writing this, but it had to be done. I didn't really want to elaborate to much and seem like some sadistic creepo. I might add on if I see it fit to do so. Btw No, Quinn is not dead, just barely breathing.

Your loving friend,

Joelle