Chapter Twenty Eight

Chevelle


I wake with a start, a loud thunderclap alerting me to the storm that has finally made its way into this quiet little town.

Sitting up in bed, my head begins spinning, nausea joining it. Another thunderclap echoes around the room and a piercing headache hits me, making it feel as though the thunder and lightning are at war within my head, rather than raging outside the walls of this dark room.

The room is much darker than normal, and I wonder if the storm could have knocked the power out. Breathing through the nausea the headache has caused, I decide that I need to get up and get some Tylenol and maybe some food in me and see if it will help to settle my stomach and alleviate the lightning in my brain that could rival that of the growing storm outside.

As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I stand up and glance around only to realize that this isn’t my room, and it isn’t Caprice’s either.

*Where am I?*

Shudders begin to wrack my body as panic takes over. Scanning the room, I find a door and rush to it. Grasping the cold handle, I twist my wrist and pull in order to open the door. But, neither the handle nor the door budge an inch.

*No.*

*No, no, no, no, no.*

*This can’t be happening.*

Planting my feet, I continue pulling on the handle and shaking it, putting the weight of my whole body behind it as if that might somehow cause it to unlock.

When that doesn’t work, I start banging on the door, “Help! Let me out!” I cry, “Someone please, help me!”

But no sound comes from beyond the door.

I bang on the door and scream, over and over again, until my fists are bloody and my voice hoarse. Still, no one comes to release me.

“Why?” I ask the dark room, knowing I won’t receive an answer. “Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?”

Dragging my exhausted body back over to the bed, I curl up into a ball beneath the blankets, cursing myself for leaving Caprice to make that phone call. Then, cursing myself for leaving River in the first place instead of confronting him about everything.

“River, please forgive me…” I whisper the words as I begin to sob, having so many regrets. I curl my arms around my lower abdomen protectly, “please let me get out of here, wherever here is, safely. Please, let nothing happen to this baby growing inside of me.”

Now, even after the secrets that he kept and the lies that he told, all I want is to be back in his arms, to feel his comforting embrace and know that somehow everything will work itself out.



*“River,” I gasp out his name as he nibbles on my overly sensitive nipple. Burying my hands into his lush locks, I hold him against me, loving the feel of having his hands, his mouth, on my body.*

“God, you are so damn beautiful. Even more now than you used to be,” *he murmurs, crawling back up my body until he’d rose above me, his face hidden in shadows, his hands trailing beneath my sweats, moving lower and lower until he found me dripping wet for him.*

“Fuck!” *he growls*, “You are so damn wet, soaking for me,” *He dips a finger inside of me and groans as I release a moan, *“I knew you liked the things that I did to you, the things that I made you feel.”

*“Fuck, River…” I gasp out his name once more as I get closer to cumming, “I need you inside of me,” I tell him, wanting to feel him inside of me as I come unglued.*

“I’ll fuck that little pussy, Chevelle, but call me Daddy, just like you used to,”* he says, growling out the last words as he trails the head of his cock through my wetness.*

*Daddy? What does he mean ‘call him Daddy?’ I’ve never called him Daddy. There is only one person that has ever commanded that I—No!*

My eyes fly open, realization that I’d been caught in that space between sleep and reality, as I find the monster from my past hovering over me, cock settled between my thighs, readying himself to thrust forward, into…me.

“No!” I cry as horror settles over me, “Please! Don’t do this!”

Without hesitation, I place both of my hands onto his shoulders and push him away and off of me with everything I have in me. Scrambling, trying to get away from him as quickly as possible, I get caught in the sweats that are still tangled around my ankles, and end up falling off of the bed.

As I hit the floor, my head ricochets off of the floor, while at the same time, I catch sight of the bedroom door sitting wide open. I instantly turn myself over, find my feet and bolt, heading toward it, my sights set on the freedom that lies just beyond that door.

“Please! Please! Please…” I pray to myself as I cross the threshold. The momentum I’d managed to build up as I sought my freedom, I bang against the wall outside of the door and stumble my way towards the end of the hallway, praying that a door leading towards the outside is not far off.

As I take my next step, a hand grabs ahold of my hair, “Ahhh!” I scream and he yanks me back. I begin to fight him, throwing my elbow into his paunchy stomach and kick out, aiming to make contact with anything that I can. An arm curling around my neck and tightening, halting any further movements that I may have wanted to make.

“Did you think that I would let you get away from me a second time?” He growls, his breath hitting my ear and causing a nauseous shudder to roll through me, “I’m not letting you go anywhere. Not again.”

I let out a whimper of pain as he pulls harder on my hair, his arm tightening even more around my throat.

“How is that Mama of yours, anyway?” he asks, his voice sounding thoughtful, “Sure have missed having both of you to sink my cock into. And pretty little Caprice, how about her? Huh?” He asks, not really expecting a response, instead he chuckles before continuing to speak, “Man…she’s a damn knockout, just like you…”

I try to blink back my tears, and hold in the sob that is building within my throat, disgusted at the man who I once looked at as a father figure.

But that was before...

Before he began creeping into my bed late at night…

Before he made me do *things*…

Before he did *things* to me…

Before he threatened to do those *things* to my baby sister if I ever tried to stop him…