Okay this chapter is really long
*THIS IS THE CHAPTER WHERE THE RAPE HAPPENS*
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Liz stirred, her head throbbed, she glanced at her blouse her top buttons were undone. Her bra was visible to sight. She felt a little prickly down below. She quickly fumbled with the buttons and redid them. She looked towards the door and stumbled towards it. There was no key in the lock. She pulled at the handle; it was locked, she began to panic.
‘Lizzie don’t be afraid. It won’t hurt unless you let it!’ came a voice in the background.
Liz turned round slowly; Glen was undoing his trousers. He had already taking off his shirt. ‘Please don’t…’ pleaded Liz.
‘You know what Lizzie, when I saw you for the first time, in that dress. I knew you wasn’t innocent.’ Muttered Glen, yanking down his trousers. He then picked up the photo of Max. ‘Is this him? You’re aunt told me everything… well most… nearly everything… anyway, it wasn’t hard to hard to work things out…’
Glen started tearing the photo to pieces. ‘So he’s the one who got you into a lot of trouble… but I guess it’s his loss and my gain. My… my… Lizzie what you got to understand and learn is I can make it, do it better than he does. Lizzie dear I’m a Man!
Glen paused, ‘You have got a fucking amazing body, I had a peek when you were out of it. I had a touch too… amazing breasts, defiantly gave me a hard on. Oh and I had the thrilling experience of feeling you down the inside of your pants. Lizzie you shouldn’t keep that to yourself. ’
Glen slipped his hand down his pants and felt his crutch. ‘I’m so throbbing Lizzie, don’t keep me waiting.’
‘No…’ Liz pushed Glen aside and ran to the other side of the room and grabbed the phone.
Glen grinned. ‘I knew you would be alone tonight…. Sorry Lizzie oops I left the phone off the hook down stairs by accident.
‘Please don’t hurt me!’ cried Liz
‘It won’t hurt unless you make it!!’ replied Glen. ‘Now come over here!!’ he ordered. He slipped out his hand and held it out.
Liz stood where she was. The curtains were closed. She didn’t know what to do! She tried to scream, but her throat was dry and her voice didn’t come out.
‘Fine I’ll come to you!!’
Glen inched closer to her; she could feel his breath on her face. She then kneed him as hard as she could in his crutch as she ran. ‘You F***ing bitch!’
Glen grabbed Lizzie by the neck and yanked open her top. ‘You’re forcing me to do this. You should have done as you were bloody told.’
Lizzie tried to pull away, but she couldn’t. Glen stuck his tongue down her mouth and forced her to the ground. He climbed on top of her. Liz tried to wriggle free, but Glen’s grip was too strong. He hand roamed up her skirt and grabbed her hard between. ‘This isn’t happening! Max…’
She wished Max was here. He would protect her, care and look after her. He would never force himself on her.
She tried to open her connection but she couldn’t, she couldn’t, she couldn’t concentrate… it was getting to late… But then Liz knew the second that Glen tore her bra off that Max wasn’t here and that he couldn’t save her. She tried to scream! Glen forced a hand over her mouth… He one handedly ripped her skirt and underwear off and removed his pants.
He ran his hand up Liz. ‘Now this is what you want!!’ snarled Glen. He tore open a packet and pulled it on…
Liz tried to jerk free, but Glen used his body weight on top of her to hold her down. Liz crossed her legs, trying not to let him in, but he vigorously yanked her legs open. He brutally pushed himself into her. Liz tears strolled down her face. She looked away from what was happening. She felt dirty and violated at every push that he made. She couldn’t move; all her fighting energy had gone. She lay still as Glen groped her breasts whilst shoving himself harder and harder. He wanted her to hurt, to be in pain. He was actually sniggering. He was using Liz as nothing more as a utensil and boy was he enjoying it. He was loving every moment. His sleazy tongue went all over her body. He kept pushing and pushing. He was feeding his hugger, obsession and his sexual desire.
She stared at the torn photo of Max and knew then that she could never ever see Max Evans again. She closed her eyes and tried to forget.
Then there was blackness.
*****
Lizzie woke up in her bed; her body was sore all over. She looked around the room; it was a bombsite. Glen was no where to be seen. She glanced down at her naked body, her breast were numb and red. She felt wet below; she ran a hand between her legs. She cried at the sight. Her hand was covered full of blood. She felt like she was going to be sick. Liz stumbled of the bed and wrapped a towel round her body. She dragged herself to the shower. The hot water scolded her entire body. Her stomach ached. The tears reappeared and flowed down her face and she broke down. This was the only moment she though of going back to Max. Back to her dearest Maria and Alex. But it was never going to happen.
She was in the shower for at least an hour trying to scrub her self clean. But she couldn’t scrub away the memories. She still felt dirty. She could still feel Glen’s body inside her. She tried to block out the image out of her head…
*****
Liz wandered back into the bedroom and carefully picked up the pieces of Max’s photo. When she felt someone grope her waist. It was Glen again. Liz felt panic run though herself. ‘I’ve see you’ve managed to clean yourself up. I’d also advice you to clean up your mess before you’re aunt comes homes.
Liz was silent, she couldn’t believe he was still here. His dirty hands roamed down her bathrobe and rubbed her cleavage. Liz tried to squirm. Glen then grabbed her by the throat and pulled her towards himself. ‘I’ll expect you to keep this to yourself. Our little secret. I mean who’s going to believe you. A respectable man like me or a used whore who had sex with her supposed boyfriend and got sent away! So don’t even think of telling your aunt or the police. They won’t believe your sordid little imagination. I’ll just tell your aunt, you were seeking attention and that you picked me cause you must fancy me. So we’re going to keep this to ourselves aren’t we.’
Liz nodded a yes, she just wanted him out and to leave her alone. He forced a kiss on her. ‘I’ll hope we’ll meet again very soon.’
Back to the present day
(Max’s P.O.V)
Max never understood why making love to Lizzie felt so different… but now he knew. He felt disgusted at the flashbacks he couldn’t help it. Someone had forced himself onto his Lizzie. ‘I can’t believe it!’ muttered Max; his temper was raging. ‘I’ll fucking kill him! Anyone who hurts you will have to deal with me…’
He looked at Lizzie, she was still crying, but was murmuring something. He leaned closer. ‘He’s dead Max… he died in an car accident!’
Then there was another set of flashes
14th December 1996
6:00pm
‘So Lizzie what’s up?’ Matthew grinned, coming up to sit next to her.
‘Oh hi Matthew, just finishing the rota for my aunt. Do you want a specific day off?!’ smiled Liz, putting on another brave face.‘ You can have any you want!’
Liz had managed to bag herself some extra shifts. She needed something to forget about her experience.
‘Give me every day off!!’ grinned Matthew. ‘I mean don’t get me wrong. I enjoy volunteer work, but sometimes the kids can get annoying. Especially the teenage girls with crushes, They won’t leave me alone!’
Liz smiled grew bigger, ‘Come on Matthew you thrive on the attention really.’
‘So you don’t?’ asked Matthew.
‘Don’t you?’ asked Matthew after Liz didn’t reply. ‘Hey Liz you okay… you seem to be a little down lately. What’s a matter? Liz?’
‘Oh nothing!’ grinned Liz she hid her hurt well.
Matthew placed a hand on hers and sincerely replied. ‘I’ll be here if you ever need to talk.’
‘Thanks!’ replied Liz. ‘I’m going now, would you like a lift!’
‘Oh sure, if it’s not out of your way!’
Liz climbed into the car, whilst Matt got into the other side. ‘Umm Liz. I was wondering if you’ve got a date for the prom…. Just as friends. I’m not looking for a girlfriend, just a friend!!!’
‘Umm I don’t know!’ replied Liz, as she started to drive.
‘Well please think about it. As much as enjoy the attention of the opposite sex, Kayla Stratton keeps pestering me and we lets just say she’s not the brightest spark to have a decent conversation with or a laugh with cause of he high pitched hyena giggle. I won’t even make it through to the last dance let alone the first minute!!!’
Liz grinned at him; it was nice having a good friend. She then turned back to concentrating on the roads.
After thirty minute of silence from her front seat companion, Matt turned to her with a frown. ‘Liz did you notice that someone is following us…’
Liz turned her head slightly to look at her mirror, as she took the next corner. The black Mercedes was still following, as she took the next corner. The next corner and then the same junction, then the same lane…
‘Here! Stop the car and let me get out a have a word!’ muttered Matt.
‘Matt… I’m not sure…’ whispered Liz. She didn’t like this situation. ‘I think we should keep driving into town!’
‘No come on!’ persuaded Matt.
And so Liz pulled up next to the curb as Matt got out of the car. The car pulled up a couple of miles away. But no one got out.
Liz turned her head to watch Matt tap on the window and the window screen go down. Liz could see the man pop his head out; he had a cap hiding his head and a scarf wrapped around his mouth! He looked sinister. She tried to call out to Matt, but he didn’t hear. She blinked away the growing fear and concentrated entirely on Matthew.
Suddenly out of nowhere was a gun shot and in slow motion she watched Matt fall to the ground. Panic ran through her. Her first instinct when she quickly recovered was to get out of car and help, but then the car started up its engine. The driver drove straight into her.
Liz quickly started her car and drove down the road quickly. She didn’t know her way around LA that well so she just drove and drove, one street after another. She accelerated as the car gained on her. Thank god most streets were empty. Her mobile then started to ring GOOD GOD her new mobile, she had forgotten about it she could ring for help. Her bag was on the floor she pulled it up on the chair and fumbled inside. ‘Pleased help me!!’ cried Lizzie down the phone.
Liz continued to scream down the phone, whilst her other hand was used to drive the car. ‘Phone the police! My friend’s been shot, he lying by the roadside. Please is any one there?’
‘Liz deary don’t panic, calm down. Lizzie don’t be afraid!’ commanded the voice.
Liz immediately recognised the voice. ‘Glen how you get my number? Doesn’t matter… please someone’s following me…’
There was a minute of silence at the other end of the line. ‘Liz turn you head round…’
Liz quickly turned her head round and widened her eyes in shock and realisation. The man was grinning and was waving a mobile phone about.
‘SURPRISE!’ cried Glen, down the phone.
‘No…’ whispered Liz. ‘Matt…’
‘Oh was that his name!’ sniggered Glen. ‘Why don’t you pull over and come and talk… Or we can get straight to business. I haven’t touched you for a couple of months now!’
‘And you never will again!’ Spat Liz, down the phone.
‘Oh Lizzie! You don’t mean that do you, didn’t you enjoy our little moment shared!?’
‘You know what I think… you…’
‘Come on pull over… come on Lizzie, I’m aching for you. I’ve been away on business otherwise I would have came earlier!’
‘You’ll never force or touch me again. I can’t believe you shot Matt. You shot Matt he had nothing to do with this. He was innocent!’
‘Oh my poor heart goes out to him!’ replied Glen sarcastically. ‘So pull over and lets get this over and done with. The quicker you hurry up, the quicker it’s over and done with. Maybe I don’t know you can give me a job… Ohh wouldn’t that be amazing you sucking on me… ohhh I can just feel it… exhilarating.’
‘You sick perverted…’ screamed Liz.
‘Liz you know you want to and I could give you the satisfaction of my tongue up you too!’
With that sick remark Liz threw her phone to the floor with frustration. She had tears running down her face as she remembered that sickening night. She was scared, she didn’t want it to happen again. She thought about Max, about the two nights, how perfect they were together- they were equal. He domineering at a little rough but he was always gentle to her cause he loved her and she loved him. Their connection… Tears pored down her cheeks. Her heart called for Max, knowing he wouldn’t hear. She put her foot down on the break, as her thoughts began to unravel. She drove down the road the sun was going down, the night was drawing in. She could tell from just glancing at the mirror that Glen was still on her tail and closing fast.
The evil satanic look in his eyes set shivers down her spine. She didn’t know what to do all she knew was that she certainly didn’t want to stop.
…Then out of nowhere a long storage van came round the corner. Liz quickly swerved the next left, narrowly missing the vehicle.
She concentrated driving for at east 10 minutes before realising that Glen wasn’t behind her any more. It was a gut instinct that told her to drive back the direction that she had come…
*****
She took the last road when the police stopped her and told her that this road was blocked due to an accident, NO cars are allowed. Liz quickly parked her car and ran through the side of the barrier.
There was a crowd of people gathered. There were police trying to keep them away. The crowd was muttering amongst themselves that the driver died immediately. Liz pushed her way to the front and was shocked at the sight…
Glen’s car was completely smashed against the side of the vehicle and halfway through the windscreen, blood trickled down his face. It was a harrowing sight.
Liz stumbled up to a policeman. ‘Can I speak to someone to in charge… that man shot… my friend… today… and… chased me…’
‘You mean a young boy! Blond floppy hair, medium-build, Black T-shirt and beige trousers.’ Questioned another policeman who had turned round to listen.
Liz broke down crying. ‘Matthew he got caught up in this!’
‘Come on you’re Elizabeth Parker aren’t you. He’s very worried about you. I think we better take you down to the hospital to see him.’
*****
‘Lizzie! God you’re okay!’ stuttered Matthew, trying to sit up.
Liz went up to him and hugged him tightly and started to cry again. ‘I… thought…. He… killed you!’
‘Nah… he just took a gallon of my blood and pierced my gut. If a passer by hadn’t seen me I would have been a goner and now that would have been a damn shame. Especially as I hadn’t got my answer about the dance!’ Matt replied, trying to smile.
‘I’m so sorry…’whispered Liz. ‘I didn’t think you’d get caught up in this mess.
‘Sit down!’ ordered Matt.
Liz did as she was told. Matt took her hand. ‘Don’t you think as I took a bullet as a present that I deserve to know the rest! I know he knew you!’
Liz gulped as she looked at the staring eyes on her. ‘Okay I’ll tell you, but no interruptions.’
Liz took a deep breath and launched into her story. ‘I used to live in Roswell until my mum send me here to LA.’
Liz looked at Matt, who raised an eyebrow in interest. Liz continued, ‘Anyway I went to live with my aunt, you know Katherine… You know how nice she is. But the thing is I really missed Roswell, my friends and all, Alex and Maria- and Max…’
Liz couldn’t help but cry, ‘A couple of months ago… that man you saw came round my house and forced himself… on… me…’
‘Him! But why did you let him in your house in the first place, if you didn’t know him and if he was bad?’ cried Matthew.
‘The thing is I did know him and so does Aunt Katherine…’
‘Huh?’ muttered Matthew.
‘He… was… and still…. My… aunts… fiancé!’ whimpered Liz through her tears.
‘Oh god he wasn’t was he?’ Matthew enveloped Liz into his arms and hugged her tightly. ‘Liz you need to tell the police. I mean for god sake he raped you Liz, was it just the once or was there more…’
‘Just that time… he then left on a business trip until now!’
‘He’s a sicko… he was saying things like I wasn’t to touch you. And that you was his and that I wasn’t your boyfriend. I told him I knew that I wasn’t. But he still went on and on about it. And then he was saying things like you would look nice in sexy lace and that he would tear it off you… but then he said no and sniggered that he would prefer you naked, so he could stick his crutch into you!’
Liz didn’t say anything. ‘I told him he was a sick bastard and I told him to leave you alone. Cause I thought you wouldn’t get involved with a prick like that. He then pulled out a gun and shot me and then I suddenly blacked out… And then I’m in hospital.’
‘…I was so… scared you were going to die… I was too scared to get out of the car… so I drove off… will you forgive me?’ whispered Liz
Matthew wiped her tears. ‘I’m glad you did, I mean left me. God if… anything… if he had gotten his hands on you again… I don’t think I could have forgiven myself. How on earth have you managed to cope?’
‘…I blocked it out… tried not to think about it… kept myself busy…’
‘Come on don’t cry anymore! I’m making a statement. Make one, I’ll be there for you!’
*****
Liz made a statement in the strictest of confidence, but as Glen was dead anyway there wasn’t really any point filing a complaint. But she reported what had happened for paper work purposes. The police made sure the statement was made in secret and that only women inspectors were present in the interview.
It was believed that Glen was planning on taking Liz again. He had masking tape, rope, lots of condoms and a tape recorder. Masking tape to place on Liz’s mouth to stop her screaming, rope to tie up her hands. Condoms for the obvious reasons but the sickest was the tape recorder, it had a tape inside there already of him raping Liz. It was disgusting and degrading.
A bra was also found that actually belonged to Liz. He must have taken it last time he raped her. The gun that shot Matthew was also found…’
TBC?
