Captured Innocence

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Chapter 12 (v.1) - The Final Moments

Submitted: November 20, 2010

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Delilah was going to escape one way or the other, either through getting back home, or through death, so she was confident as she walked into Shane's office across the hall. Shane was sitting at his desk, writing quickly and fluidly over a paper. She could tell he knew she was there.

“I seduced him, Shane. Don't be angry with Charles, it was my doing, not his. He tried to refuse.”

“I'm only angry that you were planning to kill him Delilah. How could you?” he looked up from the paper, set the pen down. He looked like he was ashamed of her, but she didn't care.

She shrugged. “It was out of mercy Shane. If we would have escaped I knew you would have killed him. Besides, he's been suffering so much since she left him, why make him endure it any longer?”
“You were going to murder him.” he growled.

“Who cares?” she groaned. “It's not like anyone likes him. I doubt he would be missed much anyway. He was in the way of escaping Shane, we had to get rid of him.”

Shane shook his head. “I just assumed that killing was beneath you. What would drive you to such a thing? That you feel you would have to murder someone to escape?”

She gave him a look. “Shane, you told me you were planning to sleep with me whether or not I was willing, just yesterday. I think rape is a very good motive.”

Shane pursed his lips. “I see.” he murmured. “You're right. That's very understandable. I threatened you, didn't I?”

She couldn't help being a little shocked. She cleared her throat after a moment. “So, are we going to come to a new agreement then?”

He shook his head. “Absolutely not, Delilah. You're mine, and as I said, I'll do what I please with you. I won't make the mistake to leave you again, simple as that. You're welcome to try to kill me and escape, but I wouldn't keep my hopes up of that ever happening.”

She glared at him. “Fuck you, you bastard.”

He just grinned at her. “Catching on finally are we? I didn't know you'd give me what I wanted so soon.”

Her eyes welled up. “I hate you.” she sobbed.

“Crying and trying to insult me won't help you. Besides, we both know your true feelings as of last night. Face it Delilah, you want it and you know you're going to like it.” he replied, his grin stretching wider, making her more scared than she had ever been with him. Over the last few days Shane had shown her that there were many sides to him, but this one was definitely her least favorite.

The look in his eyes was so threatening, so savage like. “Never.” she whispered. “I'll never sign that paper and I'll never be yours. Try all you want Shane, but you won't have me, not really have me. I don't care what you do to me.”

Shane grabbed her arm, beside her now, and pulled her to him. “Then this won't bother you at all.” he leaned down and kissed her. Trapping her in his arms and holding her against his body. She whimpered, tried to pull away with no luck. Shane was going to take her, right now, in his office, she didn't have a doubt about that.

“I'm the boss Delilah,” he whispered, his breath rough. “And it seems that trying to tell you that is not going to get the fact through your stubborn mind. I suppose I'll have to come about this at another approach.” He turned her back toward the desk, pushed her onto it. She scrambled back, knocking off papers and pens, her air coming in scared, shallow breaths. “Shane, please-”
“Don't beg Delilah.” He appeared over her, straddling her waist. He shoved her all the way down, making her flat on her back. “You should have listened to me, you should have done what you were told. You are never going to leave me.” he growled.

She sobbed again, pushed weakly at his chest.

“Mr. Jacobs.” Charles, interrupted.

Shane looked back at him, glaring. “Get out.” he commanded.

“Mr. Jacobs, Mr. And Mrs. Daniels are here with the police, they're looking for Delilah. They know she's here. Janie got a call from them, she told them she arrived.”

Charles glanced at Delilah, not seeming at all sorry for her. He looked pissed if anything, and the look he gave her told her he was glad she was getting what she deserved. “I'm sorry to disturb you, but the police want to speak to you.”

Shane cursed, disappeared and reappeared in front of Charles. He looked back a Delilah, the black fire back in his eyes. “You stay right there. I mean it Delilah, stay on your back and don't move unless you want to find your parents dead tomorrow.”

He and Charles left, Shane shut the door softly behind him. Delilah didn't breathe, listening hard. She could hear her parents voices as Shane greeted them. She wanted to go to the door and see them, and she couldn't. She sobbed again, trying to be quiet. They were right outside the door, just outside, and Shane wouldn't let her see them.

She should have listened to him, she realized. She should have done what she was told. Shane wouldn't be angry, Charles wouldn't be in trouble, and she probably would have been allowed to see her parents today. If she hadn't tried to escape, she wouldn't be lying a hard desk, waiting for someone she couldn't help loving, to come rape her.

She would be with her parents right now. She shook her head, and couldn't believe she was blaming herself for this. It wasn't her fault, it was his. If Shane had never been so selfish and lured her to this school, she would be touring nice, normal colleges, would be able to see her parents as she pleased. She wouldn't be here, lying in an office, waiting to have her virginity stolen from her.

She clenched her teeth together to keep from screaming in rage. None of this was her fault dammit! Shane was keeping here here. And she wasn't going to let his empty threats stop her from seeing her parents. She raked her fingers through her hair and sat up, straightened her clothes. Then she threw on a smile and walked out of the office and across the hall.

She was going to have this. She was going to let her parents know she was okay, that she was happy.

“Dean Jacobs!” she exclaimed as she entered the office. “I love the library, it's just filled with so many books! Mom! Dad!”

Shane was smiling pleasantly, but she knew there was dangerous fury behind his eyes. She hugged her parents, sighed at the touch.

“Delilah!” her father breathed. “Where have you been? We haven't heard from you in days young lady.”

She frowned. “I know, I'm so sorry. I got really lost, it was so terrifying. I took one wrong road, then another, and I couldn't find my way anywhere.” she walked over to Officer Janie Tavak. “But the Officer found me and I told her I was looking for this school. I know I should have called, but I just got so caught up in this school. Isn't it amazing?”

She hugged Janie. “Don't you dare tell them a thing.” she hissed into her ear. “You get them upset and Shane will make sure you pay.” She gave the Officer a quick malicious glare before pulling her face into a grin and turning back to the rest of them.

“This school is the best Mom, one of the top colleges in the country, I was just so excited, and glad not to be lost. Everyone here has been really nice too. Now, I know this is short notice, but Dean Jacobs has been telling me about this summer program, and I really think I should do it. I can go ahead and get started on my credits, maybe even graduate early!”

Shane stepped in. “Delilah is a bright young girl, and I see a definite future here for her.”

“We're just glad you're safe.” Her mother breathed.

“Don't worry Mom, I've never felt so welcomed to a place. It feels like home here.”

“We're going to stay in a hotel nearby and stick around for a few days, I'd like to discuss the summer program with you and Dean Jacobs.”

“Absolutely.” Shane agreed. “Why don't you two go check into a hotel room before it gets dark? Delilah has already been given quarters here, as a student, so she'll be accustomed for tonight.”

Delilah didn't like the way he said “accustomed”.

Her father thought about it. “We can take her to the hotel, it would be no problem-”

“But I really want to finish checking out the school Daddy!” she interrupted. “There's so much to look at and I haven't seen everything yet. Please, can I stay here?”

Her father sighed, then smiled. “Alright. So, this is the school then? This is where you want to go?”

She nodded happily then jumped forward and hugged him. “Yes Daddy! It's perfect, way better than Harvard or Yale for sure.”

It was hard not to cry, knowing this would be one of the last times she ever hugged or spoke to her father. She hugged her mother next, squeezed her tight.

“Well, I'm happy you found your place, Delilah. It's all I've ever wanted for you, to be happy.”
“I'm so happy here Momma.” she replied.

She let go of her mother, took a step back.

“Well, like Dean Jacobs said, we'd better go check into a hotel before it gets dark. We'll be back tomorrow Sweetie.”

“I'll walk you out.” Charles offered, then led her parents out the door and down the hall. Delilah waited until they were out of sight, then turned on Officer Tavak. “Are you out of your damn mind?” she hissed at her. “How dare you bring my parents to a place like this! Are you trying to get them killed?” She gave the Officer an angry shove. “Listen you dumb little bitch, be a good girl and go back to your husband and do what you're told. You come here again and you will be killed.”

The Officer stared at her with a shocked expression. “What have they done to you?” she whispered.

“You're the only one who's done something. I mean it, get the hell out of here and don't you dare come back. My parents are in danger now because of you. Stop ruining everyone's lives. Just go!” Delilah grabbed her arm and pulled her to the door, shoved her out of the office.

The Officer stumbled down the hall, not looking back, just in shock.

Delilah ran her hands through her hair, huffed out a breath. She felt all of the anger boil inside of her. She pulled her fist back. “That stupid cunt!” she yelled as she slammed her hand into the wall. She didn't feel any pain, just more anger. “What the fuck was she thinking!” She sank to the ground. Her breaths came and went in malicious shudders, she just wanted to kill someone.

“You think those actions have excused you from your punishment?” Shane asked, sounding just as angry. “You still have what's coming to you.”

“Fine, whatever.” she breathed. She ran her fingers through her hair, pulled at the roots. “I know you never cared about me anyway. You're a monster Shane, anyone can see that.”

She wasn't trying to trick anyone this time, wasn't trying to make him feel bad, she was just stating a fact, she knew. It must have been what made the expression on his face change so dramatically. From anger to realization. She glanced up at his face, made a confused look on her own. “Why do you look so surprised?” she asked. “You told me yourself you were a monster.”

“Ty,” he murmured. “Ty is what's right. You're right, I've never really cared about you Delilah, not like I should have. I was going to...” his voice trailed off, he looked away in what seemed to be shame.

“Rape me.” she finished. “You were going to rape. We both know you still are.”

He shook his head. “No, I'm not going to hurt you. You've been hurt enough. Go home.” he whispered. “Just go home.”

Delilah tensed, then stood. “You're letting me go?”

He nodded. “Go.”

“Why?” she questioned. “Why just let me go?”

He gave her an apologetic look. “I was wrong about you. You're not my innocence, you can't be. I've been so wrong about it all. It should all be like Ty, not so angry and violent. Having your innocence should be a joyful thing. But I've been hurting you, allowing you to be hurt. You can't be her, you just can't be the right one.”

She shook her head. “Who is this Ty person you keep talking about?”

“The Officer's husband.” he murmured. “He loves her so much, you should see his face when he talks about her. He loves her so much.” he repeated.

Delilah sighed. “Let the girl go first.”
He nodded. “Fine. She's no use here anyway.”

“I do love you.” she reminded. “It's the truth. I hate you all the same, but I love you. So I won't leave you like this.”

“I don't want you here.” he growled. “I don't really love you, just leave.”

She shook he head. “I won't really be here. And like I said, I do love you. I can't just forget that.” She walked out of the office, across the hall. She found what she was looking for. A nickel knife. She assumed it was the weapon the girl had brought for her the day before. Shane must have taken it from her too.

She went back to where Shane stood, holding the knife. He scoffed. “You're going to kill me then?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I wouldn't dream of it, Shane. Not for a second.” She put both hands on the blade, held it over her head. Shane had a twisted look, couldn't understand what she was doing.

“Then what are you-”

She swung the blade down, and pierced her own gut. The pain was like lightening, it struck her fast and ran through her entire body, letting all of her limbs feel it. She fell down, onto her knees. “Delilah!” Shane yelled, was suddenly kneeling next to her.

She took deep breaths, tears rolling down her cheeks from the pain. “Now you have a choice. You can save me, and I can stay in your life. Or you can let me die, and be done with me.” she explained between breaths.

Shane stared at her with shock. “Are you insane?” he hissed.

“It looks like love makes you a little crazy.” She coughed, tasted blood. “I don't have much time, you'd better make your choice fast.”

Shane slowly stood, looked down at her. “You expect me to save you.” he murmured.

She shook her head. “I don't expect anything. It doesn't matter to me anymore, whether I live or die. Make your choice Shane. Let me know if I'm going to die, I want to say my last goodbyes if I am.”

He nodded. “Then I'll leave, let you have these moments to yourself.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

Shane turned and left the room. Delilah smiled to herself, she had, after all, escaped.

The End.

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