Knock, Knock, Stalk, Stalk

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 3 (v.1)

Submitted: October 05, 2009

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CHAPTER THREE: Holly Patterson
 
 
“OH, GOD, PLEASE, no!” I pleaded, staring away from his eyes. It didn’t matter what I was looking at, it might have been the broken lamp, or my unmade bed, or even my Geometry homework, but anything besides those two evil caramel eyes.  I knew what they would look like. I had seen them many times before. They were cinnamony swirls off hell, dashed with emerald ivy vines, waiting to grab me by my legs and suck me to his core. “Oh, Holly, you know you like it…” he spoke seductively, murmuring. I started to feel the trickling of my tears as they ran down my ashen cheeks, one tear just stopping at the corner on my mouth.
 
“Oh, baby, don’t you want to make me feel good?” I let out a sob, my glasses meekly getting foggy with the heat of my tears. My lip trembled as I felt his hands slowly press up against my chest, caressing their way down to my stomach and lower and lower and lower… “Stop, please!” I said it in a whisper, myself barely hearing it. But I knew he heard it. He loved it. “Oh Holly, look at me.” His voice was smooth, tranquil, like liquor. Oh how I wished I had some of that right then, so I could drown myself in it. I didn’t look at him. And that pissed him off.
 
“Look at me, you slut!” he screamed in my ears, ripping off my shirt. I cried, a tear of mine falling to a scratch where his nails had dug in. It burned. I cringed. “Look at me, bitch!” he yelled, slapping my face. Just as the red streak appeared, I slowly turned my head towards him. I did it so slightly, that even a snail would complain. But finally, my gaze met his and I stared at his amber jade eyes, those swirls sucking me in like quick sand. And it reminded me who he was. And it reminded me who I was. It reminded me that I was his daughter, and he was my father.
 
 
 
“Anyone? Did anyone do their current events homework? Please tell me someone did it?” Mr. Hagen pleaded, looking round the crop of advanced freshmen. “Come on guys, this is a high-school credit class, you have to do your homework…” And my hand shot up. My brownie jade eyes sparked with excitement as my hand seemed to tip towards the ceiling, nevertheless of my short height. “Oh, Mr. Hagen, I did mine!” I shouted in my mouse-like voice, barely hearing it myself. Mr. Hagen smiled, making me grin. I always thought he was too young to be a teacher; he could pass as student, if it wasn’t for that navy suit.
 
Derek, my best friend smiled at me from across the room, his bronze hair falling to his eyes. He shifted in his seat as I got up, and walked towards the middle of the class, presenting my homework like the good girl I was.
 
On our way to lunch, Derek high-fived me so hard that I could swear that my hand was bleeding. But I never told him that it hurt. It was just some custom that friends do; causing each other pain, then pretending that they were strong enough to handle it. Derek’s opal eyes glazed mine as I smiled at him through my glasses. He was about a foot taller then me, but I felt like it was yards. I always had to look up when I talked to him. “Hey, Ms. Goody-Two-Shoe. What’s cracking in your neck of the woods?” He always called me that. Derek Skye was the Mr. Goody-Two-Shoe who was too shy to admit that he did his homework. He was picked on for being a geek already; he didn’t need any addition to his reputation.
 
“Not much…” I said, looking to my textbooks. He strapped my backpack onto his shoulder, giving me the look. “I know that voice, Holly, what’s wrong? Are things at home…okay?” Derek was also the only person that knew about my…father. “Yeah, just the same-old.” I looked back to his moon-shaped eyes, wiping my own. He abruptly wrapped his arms around me, keeping me in his embrace as a tear ran down my cheek and to the collar of his shirt. I choked in a sob.
 
“Oh, Holly, did he…?” he trailed off, as I hugged him back. “No, not yet…but I’m always scared that he will…” My father had never gone all the way like that, but I worried everyday that he would. “Oh, Holly, I’m so sorry. Listen to me.” He strapped both his arms to my shoulders, making me stare directly through his silver eyes. “If you ever, and I mean ever, feel like you’re in serious danger, you call me. And I’ll be there.” He kissed my cheek, and took my textbooks from my hands. “Now let’s go grab some lunch.” He said smiling. But the problem was he told me that everyday, and I still felt like I was in serious danger. Everyday.
 
 
My curly blonde hair swooshed back and forth as I carried on to my doorstep. I looked back, waving good-bye to Derek who had this strange look in his mesmerizing eyes. I creaked the door open, making my way to the bedroom. Finally, I collapsed on my bed, throwing my textbooks and backpack to the foot of my bed frame. I then fell into a restless sleep that led me to hell.
 
“What the fuck are you doing?” was the sound I was awoken by. I looked up to his eyes, immediately looking away after I realized what I had done. “I wake up to see that you didn’t make me any dinner, instead you have your lazy ass sleepin’ here!” he screamed as I winced, gathering my knees around my arms. “You little whore…god, you’re gonna pay for that!” he said, taking out his belt from the loops. I stared in horrid as it occurred to me what he was doing. “I wanted to save you for my birthday, to get a good fuck out of you, but since you’re being such a whore, I guess I’ll have you now.” I squirmed beneath my blankets, praying. Why did you have to fall asleep Holly, why? I cursed myself for a few seconds before I felt my safety shield being pulled away. And I did it again. I looked into those evil eyes. They were like snakes, slowly sucking the energy and life out of me.
 
I could faint from looking at them. “Take off those shitty cloths!” I wrapped my arms around my body, trying to defend myself from the snakes. But they used their teeth to pull of my jacket, then my shirt. He kicked me to the floor of my room, and I hit my head hard on the textbook. I looked to his hand which was holding a knife. “God, protect me from his sins.” I murmured, as he kicked me in my stomach. I yelped, squeezing the hard Chemistry book. “Please don’t…”
 
I could see from the corner of my eye that he was aiming the knife at my bra strap, angling it just right…I then had the sudden impulse of adrenaline as I picked up the thick book, smashing it at the corner of his head. He fell on my bed, his eyes confused. I plunged the book once more to his crown. I used all the muscle I had in me. Just as I pulled back the book, ready to swoosh it again, I noticed his eyes. They were closed, but I could still hear him breathing. Shallow breaths; in and out, in and out.
 
I then leaped to the house phone, my arms aching. I quickly pressed the numbers that I knew by heart, waiting for his voice. “Hello?” I heard on the other line. I let out a breath of relief, letting myself sob into the phone. “Derek, please, come quick…” and I dropped the receiver, falling to the floor, sobbing as hard as I could.


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