Thread: Raped Innocence (Xana and Quix)

Standing before the mirror, Alyssa hesitated before undressing. Shed need to if she planned to shower this evening, but a consistent fear paralyzed her. Was the security system on? She was sure she checked it before she went upstairs, but maybe she should check it again. Just to be safe. Nothing wrong with being safe. Chewing on her lip, she glanced in the mirror. Was she being paranoid? Perhaps, but given what she had lived through in life, what she had seen, she felt justified. Would she spend the rest of her life scared of shadows, fearing the monsters in the darkness? She survived the horror, and shed continue to survive if only she were vigilant enough. So, once again she exited the bathroom and slipped downstairs on silent feet. Careful, yet speedy, her anxiety rising to a crescendo as she drew closer, less and less sure of her own memory. She needed to get to it, to set it, to see it and know she was safe. Double tapping the wall panel, she the word that brought her momentary relief. ARMED. She was safe, now. What are you doing down here? Alyssa froze at the sound, panicked that someone was here, with her. After a moment she registered the voice, realizing it was just Aunt Jen. Forcing an awkward laugh, she turned. Sorry Aunt Jen, just double checking the alarm. The older woman frowned, concern in her green eyes. She wasnt really Alyssas aunt. Wasnt really family at all, but she was all the family Alyssa had now. She had taken Alyssa in after her mother had died, last year, and before that Jen had been her mothers best friend. You checked it an hour ago. Did you take your meds today? Alyssa swallowed, brushing some blonde hair behind her ear. Yeah, she lied, smiling weakly. She didnt like surrendering her caution to medication, dulling her survival instinct. Jen studied her a minute longer, arms crossed under her ample breasts, before sighing. Whether or not she believed Alyssa, she knew she couldnt force her, Okay, I hope so. Now go take your shower, or I will start the next episode without you. And I will spoil it for you. Her smile lit up her features, high cheekbones, and full lips, leaving no doubt the 38-year-old was still a very good-looking woman. Her long red hair was tied back in a messy bun, a more relaxed look that matched her mood this evening. Alyssa laughed sheepishly, wishing it were that easy for her to relax. Okay, I wont come back down until I am ready to start the marathon. Maybe, it would be okay to let down her guard, just a little. Maybe, if she could close her eyes and prevent her mothers murder from replaying in her mind. Replaying the horror that she was powerless to stop, only watch. Forced to watch helplessly as her mother was tortured by a sadist, screaming, begging for mercy until her dying breath. If only she could stop reliving that terrifying moment when she knew that she too would suffer her mothers fate. If only she could stop feeling like her survival was some cosmic mistake the universe would try to rectify. Sighing, she pulled her white tank top off over her head. Much like her mother had been, she was slender, with gentle curves. A few inches shorter than her mother had been, Alyssa was sure she had caught up by now. Aunt Jen would always stand taller than her, ever the motherly figure. Black yoga pants came off next, puddled on the floor while Alyssa stood in her bra and panties, starting the shower. It always took a few moments to get hot enough. With her small, perky breasts, she didnt really need to wear a bra, but going without one was far too brazen for her. The last bit of security in a world where there was never enough. Steam fogged the mirrors, and Alyssa sighed deeply, abandoning the last bits of her undergarments. Shed feel better once she got out of the shower. Maybe shed even take her meds again. Well, maybe tomorrow. Tonight was almost finished.