Cayla

I sat in the back of the bus, curled up in the livingroom like area with the door closed and locked. I sat on the couch and stared at the flatscreen TV that was hanging above a game cabinet. It was off so I was just staring at a black screen. Someone knocking on the door brought me from my thoughts and I looked over at it. "Cayla..." It was Matt "Go the fuck away Matt' I snapped coldly. " Cayla please...you need to talk to me" He told me. " No I don't Matt...There's nothing to talk about, and I wouldn't talk about it with you in the first place" I snapped. He heard him slam his fist against the door before walking away.

Not even ten minutes later there was more knocking on the door. "Hey Cayla. Can we come in?" Zacky asked me. A small smile formed on my lips, till I heard we "Who else is with you?" I asked him walking over to the door "The muffin man" Jimmy said, causing me to giggle "who else would it be?" I unlocked the door and both of them came in. I quickly closed it and the flopped down on the couch. I sat down between them and Zacky instantly hugged me. "Ok Zacky..." I said softly, "Can't...Breathe..." He smiled and pulled away " sorry " he said. I rolled my eyes and looked at the two "so what do you guys want?" I asked them

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We were back in Huntington like I wanted, and I looked at Zacky, Jimmy, Johnny and Brian. I hugged my three friends and gave an awkward hug to Brian. I glanced up at Matt who was standing in the doorway. He came over to me and went to give me a hug but I pulled away from him " bye guys...Maybe I'll see you around." I said to Them. Zacky and Jimmy walked over to me and hugged me tightly. "Make sure you text me girly" Zacky said " I want to get drunk with you before we never see you again" Jimmy said. "I'm sure you'll see me again Jimmy. We live in the same area" I told him a small giggle following my voice. " Bye guys" I said to them. I turned around and walked towards my house. They had dropped me off right at my front door. I walked inside and closed the door. I watched them load onto the bus and pull away. I turned around and walked up the steps to sit down on my bed. I curled up in a ball and soon fell asleep, a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Cayla, baby I'm home!!!" Someone called. I shot up out of bed and looked around with fear. I recognized that voice. Randy . no no no no....This was not happening. Not today. I slowly crawled out of my bed and tip-toed down the steps. I looked around the corner, there was nobody there. I inspected the entire house, not a single soul was there. But I kept hearing Randy calling for me. "Wake up Babe..." Someone called out, it was faint, almost as if it wasn't there. "Get your ass out of the fucking bed!" Someone screamed in my ear

I shot up and looked around, Randy was on the side of the bed, me beside him "I finally found you" Randy said. I whimpered with fear and tried to scramble out of the bed. Randy grabbed me by my long blonde hair and yanked me backwards, I yelped in pain, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Why leave so soon?" Randy said to me "the fun has just begun. " I looked at him, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Please Randy..." I begged quietly. "Please let me go..." I started to cry harder as sat on my hips. "I'm sorry baby...I can't do that...I love you too much..." he told me. I tried to look away, but he forced me to look at him. I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks. I watched him take off his tie and he grabbed my wrists, tying them to my headboard.

I felt his warm, calloused hands on my pants as he pulled them down. "Please....Please stop. " I begged quietly. "I love it when you beg...Beg for me baby..." he whispered in my ear. I sobbed uncontrollably as he slid two fingers inside of me. I cried quietly jerking, trying to get away from him. He growled and back handed me with his free hand. He pulled his fingers out of me and spun me so I was on my back. I looked around for any means to get free, and I watched him grab something off of the nightstand by my bed. I heard him lather his hands up with something. At that moment I knew what he was going to do. "No...Randy...Please no!!!" I sobbed quietly "NO!!!" He put his hands on my ass before slipping two of his fingers in my backside. I whimpered with pain. "Don't worry babe...It won't hurt for long" he said, trying to calm me down. I somehow managed to calm down. He continued to pump his fingers inside of me, the pain slightly numb. he grabbed the beads from beside me and switched them on. He took his fingers out of me, and slowly started to push the beads in. I whimpered and squirmed uncomfortably.

Soon my backside felt completely full and I didn't like it. He gave them a gentle tug before leaning over me. "Do you want me to take them out princess?" he whispered. I gave a gentle nod, tears in my eyes. he yanked them out, causing a burning sensation to be left behind. I felt his body shift. He was getting ready to do something, I wasn't wanting to do. He pushed himself inside of me and I cried in pain. digging my fingernails into the headboard. This is when I realized that I wasn't in my house. I was in his, this was all a dream....more like one of my fucked up experiences with him, turned into a nightmare. He groaned loudly into my year, but I couldn't do anything. "What's my name?" he groaned into my ear. "Randy...." I said softly. "Who do you love baby?" "you" I whimpered quietly. I couldn't be going through this. Not now. Not after I had just been raped. I needed to wake the fuck up now. "Cayla!" someone shouted. "Cayla get up...Wake up baby"

I shot up, gasping with fear. Tears rolling down my cheeks. I looked over and saw Memphis and Daniel. I felt my heartstrings tug and I hugged both of them, tears rolling down my cheeks. I hugged Memphis last, being that I saw Daniel on a normal basis. Memphis on the other hand, he had been in jail for five years because he beat the shit out of my ex. "I missed you Memphis..." I said softly, tears cascading down my cheeks. " I missed you too Cayla..." He pulled away and looked at me in the eyes. He saw the horror in my eyes. He must have known I was having a nightmare. "What happened to you?" He asked me.