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Precious Illusions: Chapter 3 (NC17)
A/N: WARNING: There is a nonconsensual sex act depicted in a violent scene in this chapter. I don't think it's too graphic, but please read with caution. And I promise that not everything in this fic will be angsty. Please feel free to post comments, suggestions, etc. Love it? Hate it? I'd love to know what you think. Thanks. Oh, and back chapters are HERE.
Chapter 3
Elizabeth tried to marshal her thoughts while Jason was gone getting her more food. But seeing him again took her back to that night—the first time they'd met.
It was a hot July night, and the air was thick and syrupy. Elizabeth lifted her hair off the back of her neck and fanned herself in a vain attempt to keep cool. Sighing with frustration, she let the mid-length locks slip back down and reached into her purse for a tissue. She blotted the moisture from her forehead and upper lip before tossing it into a trash can standing a few feet away. She tapped her feet on the sidewalk, her impossibly high heels sounding a staccato beat, and glanced down at her watch. Shaking her head, she noted that it was 7:55. One of her regulars had called and asked her to meet him at the park at 7:30.
He was late. It looked like he might not be coming. Maybe his wife had decided she wanted to be taken out to dinner. Her stomach growled, and she thought longingly about grabbing a sandwich and a chocolate milkshake and vegging out in front of the tv for the rest of the night.
Glancing around, Elizabeth noticed that the shadows were darkening. The streetlamp had just flickered on. She was about to leave when she decided to wait just five more minutes; that would make it a nice round half hour. She was hot, tired, and hungry, but Robert was a good client, and she wanted to keep him. Her feet ached, so she took a seat on the bench. Might as well get comfortable.
Five minutes later she rose to leave. She gasped when a hand shot out of the darkness and wrapped around her wrist.
“What's your hurry, sweetheart?” The voice was slurred and heavy.
Elizabeth involuntarily took a step back, alarm bells going off in her head. She glanced up and saw a man with dark hair and dark eyes. It wasn't Robert. He was handsome, but something in his eyes scared her. She tried to pull her wrist out of his grip, but his hand merely tightened. Her mind flashed to the tiny can of mace attached to her keychain, but the keychain was in her purse, which she had dropped when the man had grabbed her.
Desperately trying to think, Elizabeth glanced around the park. It was deserted. Except for the crickets chirping in the grass and the fireflies lighting the shadows, she was alone.
He drew closer, and the smell of alcohol on his breath and body was overwhelming. Truly frightened now, she felt a burst of adrenaline flood her body. When he leaned down and kissed her, she nearly gagged. Mustering all her strength, she bit his lip. She wrenched her arm out of his grip and started to run.
But one of her shoes caught in a rut in the sidewalk, sending her flying face forward. Her hands and knees stung from the impact. Her right ankle throbbed in pain. She could hear him coming from behind her. Get up Get up Get up her mind screamed.
It was already too late. While she was struggling to stand up again, he'd come up behind her. He was on top of her, holding her hands firmly against the rough sidewalk.
“Ooooh, you want to play hard to get, do you? Well, I've got you now,” he said. He fumbled with her short skirt before shoving it upward and holding her legs open.
She wasn't wearing any panties; it had been a special request from Robert. The harsh rasp of a zipper tore through the night air. Her face was pushed roughly against the pavement. “Please. Please let me go.” Elizabeth bit her lip and felt the copper tang of blood fill her mouth as he shoved himself inside her. “Please...No...”
She tried to twist away from him, but he was so heavy. Tears streamed down her face and stung the abrasions there. The man on top of her grunted and thrust in and out of her, tearing her. Chocolate milkshakes, fudge brownies, fluffy kittens... she thought to herself even as she cried, “Please. Please. Please,” in an endless chant.
Eventually the pain radiating from her body seemed to dull, and she welcomed the numbness. She was barely aware that the man had been pulled off of her and she was gently being turned over, a cool hand brushing the hair back from her feverish cheek.
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Jason cleared his throat and stepped into the room, carrying a plate of scrambled eggs and two strips of bacon. He could tell he'd startled her because she'd jerked at the sound, nearly knocking over the tray table perched over her lap. He wondered what she'd been thinking about.
“Sorry, Elizabeth. I didn't mean to scare you.”
Her midnight blue eyes were a little wild when they met his, but she seemed more relaxed by the time he'd reached the bed and laid the plate of hot food on the tray.
“Want to tell me what you were thinking about?” he asked gently.
She was silent for so long that he'd just about decided she wasn't going to answer him, when she finally spoke. “Do you ever think about how one choice can change the course of your entire life?”
“All the time,” he said slowly, thinking of the night she'd tried to give herself to him...and he'd refused. Their eyes met and held.
She was the first to look away, shrugging her shoulders before scooping up a forkful of eggs. “I was just thinking about that night—the night I was raped.” She paused to nibble on a strip of bacon.
Jason's throat tightened at the memory of that night. He'd stopped by the park wanting to sit alone in the dark and think, since the docks were already occupied by a group of laughing teenagers. He'd gone there looking for a little peace and quiet. Instead he'd found a nightmare.
There was a woman crying, and he quickly located the source, lying face down on the sidewalk under the sprawled body of a man who was grunting and thrusting. Unsure of what he was seeing, he'd hesitated at first, but as soon as his brain processed the image, he had grabbed the man and pulled him off the woman.
The nightmare had worsened as he took a good look at the man...and realized it was AJ. They hadn't been friends ever since the accident that had stolen his identity and memories as Jason Quartermaine, but it was still his brother. But recognition only deepened his fury and horror at what he'd witnessed, so he knocked AJ unconscious before turning to the poor woman he'd raped.
After placing a quick call to the police, he slowly approached the woman, who was only a stranger to him at the time. He gently turned her over and straightened her clothes before helping her over to the bench. She continued to cry, seemingly unaware of his presence.
But then the police and the medics came. They loaded her into the ambulance and started to shut the door behind her, but she started to scream. They finally figured out that she wanted Jason to ride with her. When she wouldn't stop screaming, they relented and let him come along. Though her hands were scraped and bloody, she held tightly to his all the way to the hospital.
“After that night, I remember thinking that if I'd just left the park five minutes earlier, AJ wouldn't have found me there alone...And I wouldn't have been raped.” She set down the fork and sought his gaze. “But if I had left five minutes earlier, I might never have met you.”
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