That Night Was The Worst

ELENA'S POV;

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." I knew he was lying.

"Stay away from me." I managed to say. But he moved closer, his fingers dared to trace my thigh.

"I don't think I can." I jerked my leg away, his fingers were disgusting. And I didn't miss the intensity on his face when I did that. I wanted to scream for help, but I was too weak, my chest still hurt.

And all I could utter was; "please." In a very low tone, not to the man, but for the help I knew wouldn't come. I was beginning to get dizzy, my arm felt weaker as they trembled. I could see the wicked smirk on his face, but I could do nothing.

"You really thought you could get away from me huh?" The intent look on his face made me cower and I really didn't know what to do. But I knew nobody was ever coming to save me. I was only 11 years old at that point, but no one would even think I was that young because of my figure.

"He was molesting a fucking 11-year-old. How disgusting."

He wrapped his arm around me and lifted me, bridal style. I knew he was going to take me out of there.

"You had better shut the fuck up and be a little good girl." I was toast. I closed my eyes and allowed him to exit the room with me in his arms. I trembled but said nothing.

"Who are you?"

Jason?

"I'm Elena's father. I've been searching for her since she ran away from home." He simply stated and I silently prayed that Jason didn't dig any further. If he did, my father would send a bullet to his head. I opened my eyes and turned to him.

"Do you know this man Elena?" He questioned out of suspicion. I looked up at him and his face gave nothing away. But I wasn't so dumb not to know what was running through his head. And I thought about it. He could have every living soul in this room dead in under five minutes. I thought about that and dared not risk a single soul.

"Yes." I nodded. "He's my father." Jason's eyes softened while I tried to look fine. When he didn't notice anything suspicious, he allowed us to pass.

"Nice meeting you Elena's father."

"Likewise." Was what my father said as he exited the house. The cold weather hit my skin harshly that night. It was a familiar feeling. A lonely one that I knew I wouldn't recover from this time. We drove to the house that night and my father stepped on the brake as he noticed something. Of course, it was his brother's best friend sitting on the staircase. It seemed as though he was ready for a fight.

"Go get him out of there." My father said, so I stepped out of the car and walked up to Ken.

I could tell that it hurt more than anything to see his only best friend, the only one he could call family dead. I understood the feeling. His hand raked through his hair as he thought of this, tears stung the corner of his eyes, but he refused to let them out. What could be more excruciating than losing a loved one? One who supported and assisted you when nobody was there to look at you, one who helped you in your time of trouble and pain.

The more he thought of this, the more he felt his heartache, he inhaled a huge amount of air yet, his breathing was so slow. The moment he looked at his pale face and closed eyes that no longer showed the liveliness, the anger, and the pain in them, he felt a sting.

I stood in front of him and it wasn't until he raised his head, that he noticed the look on my face. His eyes lit up the moment they saw me and he walked up to me about to hug me but I stepped back. Tears rolled down my eyes as I saw his confused expression. I never did that to him.

"It's him isn't it?" He asked and I knew that he'd already noticed the car.

"I think you have to go. I don't want problems."

"That son of a bitch. I'll kill him one day when I get the chance to." Then he looked at me with softened eyes. "You'll see me again. That time, I'll be shooting him ten times in the chest." He said and walked away. I turned and saw my father in the car watching everything but he didn't come out until Lornado's best friend was gone.

That night I have to say, was the worst time of my life. The way he'd raped me...even my mother couldn't come through for me because she was locked out of the room. All she could do was scream my father's name and plead to let me go. I nearly died that night.

When he released me, probably to do the same with my mother for screaming too much, my head ached, with just a faint ache in my chest. It felt much better than before. It was getting worse though, I didn't want anybody to know about this, I didn't want to be a burden on anyone.

But then I felt a warm hand on mine as I sat up, before glancing at my left side. My mother was asleep beside me, she was so worried. And from the look in her eyes, I wasn't sure if she knew about my condition. Could she know?

"Why didn't you say anything?"

My eyes widened. She knew.

"Why would you keep such a thing from me?" She said in a whisper, and I almost sobbed, noticing the worry in his voice. "Why?"

She wasn't supposed to find out this way. My view was blurry now, I said nothing, all I did was cry on her shoulders.

"I'm sorry," I said, sobbing. "I'm really sorry." She hugged me again, stroking my hair.

"Don't worry, everything is going to be fine." She assured me but I didn't believe it. I never thought it would be.

"You've really been through so much." Jessie contemplated.

"I have a question. Seth, the man you saw that day with the other man. Did you notice any tattoo on his neck?" I asked and she nodded.

"It looked like an anchor." It was an anchor. The funny thing is... Antonio had the same tattoo but on his wrist. How well could the similarity be explained?