Bekah

It wasn’t Jake. I couldn’t be. It was the lighting. Jake was dead. Jake was dead. He was dead, but he was here. Jake was here and oh, God, he was going to rape me again.

Jake held my hands above my head as he kissed my neck and collarbone. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to scream, to cry, something, but I couldn’t. This couldn’t be happening. It was a dream, this was all a dream and I would wake up alone in my bed soon. Jake wouldn’t be here because Jake was dead. He shot me and then he shot himself. I’ve been to his grave; he was dead.

Jake had my panties pulled from my body before I realized what he was doing. Dream or not, I didn’t want to go through this again. “Please, stop,” I whisper.

Jake doesn’t look at me instead he brings his lips to mine as his fingers find their way between my legs. I try to slam my legs shit but he’s between them. I feel him smile against my lips at my struggle. His fingers slip into me and I try to squirm away but fail. Jake begins to thrust his fingers in and out of me uncomfortably.

“Please stop,” I beg again as he pulls away from me. He begins to pull down the waist band of his pants and the more I struggle the bigger his smile gets. I just have to get out of the house. If I get out of the house I can run next door, run to Zack. An idea suddenly runs through my head; if I screamed loud enough maybe Matt, Val or Zack would hear me.

I opened my mouth and screamed as loud as I could. It was cut short when Jake wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed it tightly.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled.

By now his pants were off, I squeezed my eyes shut knowing what was going to happen next. I’m going to be raped again and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Jake’s dick was rubbing gently against my thigh as he positioned himself, his hand still tight around my throat. I blinked back the tears. How was this happening?

Jake didn’t move his eyes from mine as he pushed roughly into me. I wanted to cry, to scream out in pain, to push him away from him but I didn’t. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“God, you feel so amazing,” Jake grunted as he began to pull out of me and push in again. Mu body wasn’t ready for penetration and it felt like sandpaper down there. Jake finally let go of my throat but then threatened to kill me if I screamed again. I was tempted to scream anyways. Death seemed much more appealing than being raped by someone who was supposedly dead.
But I didn’t scream. I didn’t whimper, or cry or beg him to stop. I did as I was told and hoped it would stop soon.

I lost myself in thoughts as I was raped. I ignored the grunts, the thrusts and the grabbing the best I could. How did he even bypass the security code? How was he even here right now? I didn’t understand. Zack said he was gone, he said he watched him shoot himself in the head. Did he lie? Was this all just an elaborate lie to get me to move on from what happened? No, it wasn’t, I couldn’t be. I saw the grave, I heard about the funeral on the news. This was real; he was dead. Zack loved me he would never lie to me about something like that, even if he was just trying to help. There’s no way.

“Open your mouth, slut,” Jake demanded. I didn’t even realize he had gotten off me and was shoving his dick in my face. I didn’t have the energy to fight him as he forced my mouth open and shoved his dick down my throat. Within a few strokes, I feel the warm, thick liquid ooze down my throat. The taste of salt makes me gag as he pulls out of me.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He remarked. What did that mean? Had we done this before? Am I absolutely positive this wasn’t Jake? “Get up, get in the shower.” He demanded. I didn’t move, I couldn’t, I couldn’t shower. I needed to call the police, I needed to go to the doctor and get a rape kit done. I needed someone to confirm that Jake was dead.

I let out a cry of pain as I was pulled out of bed by my hair. “I said get your ass in the fucking shower.” He pushed me into the open bathroom and shut the door behind us.

“Please,” I pleaded. “Just go.”

“Shower and I will.” The lights were still off. The light from the nightlight behind him is dim so I couldn’t make out the precise features of my rapist, I couldn’t tell If it was really Jake or not.
Jake’s dead. He’s not here. He’s been dead for a year and a half.

I still needed to know for sure. “Can you turn on the light? So I can see what I’m doing?”

“No.” He said. I knew it was a long shot but I had to try. I turn and step into the shower. Before I can turn on the water my rapist hands me my loofah and body wash. “Make sure you get that pretty pink pussy of yours.”

I have no choice but to scrub every inch of my body as Jake watches. After I rinse off he demands I wash again. Then he hands me my toothbrush with a large amount of toothpaste on top of it. I brush my teeth until he tells me to stop and then he demands I wash again before he exits the bathroom.

My legs can no longer old my weight and I clumsily sit in the bottom of the tub. I reach up and turn to lukewarm water into scalding hot water. This was the routine when Jake allowed his friends to fuck me – to rape me – for drug money or whatever reason. We would fuck, I would cry until I pulled myself together well enough to make it to the shower and then I would sit under the scalding water, scrubbing a layer off my skin until the water turned cold. And then I would sleep.

But there would be no sleep tonight. I don’t think I would ever sleep again. I wanted Zack, I wanted him to be here. I wanted him to protect me. But he wasn’t here. He wasn’t here because I told him to go away. What was I supposed to tell him anyway? Jake is back from the dead, broke in, bypassed the security and raped me in our bed. Yeah, right. Zack would have me locked up in an insane asylum for good. He would have thought I had gone crazy. Hell, even I think I have gone crazy. Jake was dead. He wasn’t here. He didn’t rape me. He was dead.

Except he was here, and he did rape me. How am I supposed to explain this? How am I supposed to cope with something I have no explanation for? I couldn’t explain it to myself and I sure as hell couldn’t explain it to anyone else. No. No, I would just have to keep this a secret. Forever.

Notes

Sooo, is it Jake? Didn't he die? Was it all just an elaborate plot made of by Zack? What's going on? Maybe we'll get some answers next chapter, maybe not! We'll just have to see! Until then, thank you so, so, so much for reading and the continued support! Thank you to kaylakakes, Hollie, Kimmie, MeRi, foREVer-A7X and Cheyenne16 for commenting on the last chapter.

Title credit: Mest "Graveyard"