Rape part three

Assandra looked up at Shane with worry in her eyes. It was her father.

“It’s him.” Shane said.

“Let him come.” Assandra said.

“No, I can’t let you die.” Shane said. “Not because of him.”

Assandra smiled weakly. Her father finally made it through the window.

“You!” he yelled pointing to Assandra. “Get your lazy ass out of that bed!”

Assandra ignored him. Please don’t hurt me, she thought. Her father lost his patience and grabbed her by the back of her shirt. He yanked her up and threw her across the room.

“Leave her alone!” Shane yelled getting up out of the bed.

“You stay outta this you little shit!” Her dad yelled and punched Shane in his face.

Assandra lie on the floor helpless and weak knowing she was going to die. Her father walked over to her and pulled a knife.

“Finally, I get rid of you.” he said and brought it down into her side.

“Ahh!!” Assandra screamed in pain as her own father-her own-stabbed her to death with the knife.

Shane got up off the bed again and tackled him from behind; knocking the knife out of his hand. Assandra lie on the ground motionless. Her body was paralyzed from the stabs.

But Shane and her father continued to fight. Her father grabbed Shane by the back of his head and rammed it into the wall. He ricocheted off the wall and fell onto his back stunned. Shane’s nose was bleeding severely and blood seeped out of his mouth. Assandra’s father stomped on Shane’s stomach afew times enjoying beating the shit outta him.

But all of a sudden, a boy about seventeen years old entered, noticed Shane being beaten and tackled Assandra’s father. They boy knocked him out the window. Assandra’s father fell onto the ground and landed with a loud, sickening thump. A puddle of blood soon formed beneath him.

The boy who pushed Assandra’s father out the window walked over to Shane and helped him up.

“You ok?” he asked.

“Yeah….who are you?” Shane asked looking through the darkness.

“So they brainwashed you that bad, huh?” the boy said. “I’m….your brother.”

“Kyle?” Shane asked, hopeful.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Kyle answered.

They hugged eacother for a while but Shane soon rememebered Assandra. He pulled back and ran over to her. Shane kneeled down next to her.

“We need to get her to the hospital.” Shane said, worried.

“We’ll get her there. And we don’t have to pay niether.” Jeremy said.

“Why?” Shane asked.

“Because, my foster father works there and he can help us anyway.” Jeremy answered.

“Ok, good.” Shane said and lifted Assandra into his arms carefully.

Jeremy put his hand on Shane’s shoulder.

“SHe’ll be alright.” he said.

Shane nodded and looked down at Assandra. Then, he remembered, how would he get past HIS father?……