He makes his way over to her. The man that has taken her without an ounce of regret. She weeps silently, closing her eyes. The thought of dying is pleasant to her. She is ready to be gone from this world. Gone from her own personal hell.
"Look me in the eye, bitch." His voice is cold and rough. Whiskey lingers on his tongue. She did what she was told. His eyes hollow, her eyes becoming soulless. He grabs her chin, forcing his mouth onto hers, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. The monster moans, she forces herself not to cry. Even after days of this horrendous torture, she was not used to this. Her stomach twists in knots, she is repulsed by this pathetic excuse for a man standing in front of her.
He forces his body weight on top of her, pinning her down. He comes up for air from the long unwelcome kiss. "How was that?" He probes.
"Lovely." She manages to stutter. He smiles in satisfaction, knowing it is a lie. Her already naked body trembling beneath him. His mouth moves slowly down her neck making a bee-line for her left breast. Swirling his tongue around her nipple he drags his hand down beneath her waist, forcing his fingers inside her. She screams in agony while he groans in pleasure. Her body takes control, keeping her from more pain.
"See? I know you like it." He comments as he removes his wet fingers, placing them between his chapped lips. Her lip quivers. She feels like vomiting.
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I stare at the television screen as my sister's face flashes across it. "Missing girl from Tully County. If you know anything about Tegan Campbell's whereabouts please contact your local police department." Oh, T. Where are you? I am sick of hearing the rumors at school. Nobody was taking this seriously.
"She just ran off with that pot-smoking boyfriend of hers." Yet that didn't explain why her boyfriend, Jared, was still in town.
"She's hiding out in his basement." No, the police have been there multiple times. Jared is a wreck over this, I've never seen him so upset.
She has been gone for five days now. And, I know she's still alive, I know she's out there, but she's struggling. It's a sister intuition and it's killing me.
Tegan and I have been attached at the hip, always. We are twins, and we have always been best friends. She's my other half. The minute I realized she was missing, I knew that something was terribly wrong. She hadn't run away like the police originally thought. They didn't know Teagan like I did. Besides, she would have told me.
We aren't identical twins, in fact, she's the prettier of us two, even though she denies it. She's blonde, porcelain-like skin, petite, with a perfect figure. I've been jealous of her since I can remember. The only thing we physically share in common are our eyes. Jade green, just like our mom's.
"Chloe, please turn it off." My mom abruptly brings me out of my thoughts. "I'm sick to my stomach already." She's been crying for days. Dad's been taking extra shifts at work since mom refuses to go back to her job until Tegan is found. Dad is having a hard time with it too, but he's acting like he has it all together for the family, he's falling apart on the inside. He has to be strong for us, it's his job.
I turn off the TV and face my mom. She's a train wreck. Her eyes and face are swollen and tear stained. Her hair is piled like a bird nest on her head. She looks at me with those sad eyes. She sees her in me, and I know it kills her to look at me. I know this for a fact, because I haven't been able to look myself in the mirror since she's been gone either. Garret slowly retreats down the stairs, takes a look at both mom and me, and then lowers his head.
Garrett is my thirteen year old brother. The morning before Tegan went missing they had a fight, he hasn't talked to anyone since he found out. He's been really hard on himself, and I've actually been kind of worried he's going to do something to himself. The thought of losing both of them makes my heart hurt. We all look terrible.
"Something isn't right, mom." I break the silence. She looks at me and shakes her head. Her eyes well up with tears again. Shit, I need to be like Garrett. Silent.
"I know, sweetie." She crosses the room and sits next to me. She leans over and sobs into her hands. I wrap my arms around this beautiful person, and hug her as tight as I can manage. Before I know it, Garrett is on the other side of mom. We are all hugging, and sobbing into each other. The tears flow from our cheeks, and for a second I am convinced I can hear my sister crying too from wherever she is.