Helpless

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[ooc: Millitimed to last night]

Her dad stood over Ramon and instead of staying hidden she had this sudden thought that whatever was going to happen had to be stopped.

They were alone and she was not afraid as she stood up and walked over to them. Her dad turned to look at her and instead of seeming ashamed, worried or hurt instead he glared at her.

"Hello, Kimberly," he said and smiled but like a wolf would smile at a sheep. And he looked through her, not at her. Her mind was sending her fight or flight messages and she turned and started running.

Her dad was faster, coming after her and grabbing her hair, snapping her head back and forcing her to her knees. She whimpered, "Daddy? Daddy it's me..."

His arm went around her neck and she struggled, not wanting to hurt him but oh god he wasn't stopping and she kicked backwards, hearing a grunt of pain and then she was crawling forward, trying to get somewhere, anywhere else, and was almost to her feet. His hand reached out and pulled her to the ground and then she was on her back and he was standing over her. She sat up to talk, to get away, to do something and he punched her, she felt the pressure and pain radiate through the left side of her face.

And then he was pulling out his belt and she tried to move backward but her head was throbbing and part of her brain could not accept reality.

"Daddy..."

He straddled her and held her hands above her head and she was fighting now but his arms were like steel.

"Wanted you for a while, not gonna make this harder on yourself are you, sweetheart?" He rasped into her ear.

She choked out a sob and tried to move her legs and her hands clenched and unclenched but there was nowhere to go.

"Get off of me, you don't want to do this, please don't..." she whispered, still struggling.

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Chase is on the other side of the bed, wrapped in his own covers and not touching her, and her tossing and turning wakes him halfway so that he only hears 'get off of me...don't do this...'

"Kim?" He sits up, rubbing his eyes. "I'm not doing anything..."

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"Daddy..." she whimpers as he ties the belt around her hands, and it hurts and her vision is blurry with tears.

Her legs are moving like she's kicking out weakly.

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"Kim!"

Nightmare...of course...

He touches her arm to wake her up, shaking gently but firmly. "Kim, wake up. It's okay."

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She pushes him away, not quite awake, not realizing that she can move her hands.

"Chase..."

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"Kim!" Louder; he needs her awake...

"Kim, you're having a nightmare! Wake up! It's all right." He pulls the covers off both of them, trying to wake her without touching her and scaring her further.

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Her eyes snap open and she gasps for air, panting as she turns away from him and sits on the edge of the bed. Her hands grip the side of the mattress and she struggles to regain control.

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He watches, honestly frightened. Everyone's been uneasy lately, bad dreams all around, but this...this is quite clearly more.

"What happened?" he says softly.

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"Nightmare," she manages to say after a few moments, sobbing a breath.

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"I know," he says, wanting to reach out a hand to her, but knowing it wouldn't be a good idea to try. "It--it's okay, Kim...it's over..."

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"I can still...still feel him on me...holding me down..."

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Ohgod. He starts to feel cold. That kind of nightmare.

"Kim, it's okay..." he says helplessly. "It's okay. You're safe, all right? Nobody hurt you..."

Not physically, anyway.

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She's trembling and trying not to break down, not wanting to worry him more.

"He wouldn't...stop."

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He bites his lip hard, knowing how dreams can be--no amount of reasoning that they aren't real will make the feeling go away.

"Would it help to talk about it?"

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"He looked like Dad. He...sounded like him."

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His stomach turns. Horrible enough that Ramon would ever even suggest that Jack was capable of rape, but to do it to Kim...

He sits up and pulls one knee in closer to his chest.

"Jesus..."

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She stands up, "Have to...need to, can still feel him..." she whispers and runs into the bathroom. She turns on the shower, hot as she can, because she can't...she feels cold...

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He stares after her, horrified, and gets out of bed before he can give himself time to agonize over what to do.

He hovers in the bathroom doorway, feeling chilled himself despite the shower steam.

"Kim, I--"

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She's under the water, scrubbing at her skin and the feel of his breath against her neck and she takes deep breaths of steam because it's a nightmare.

She knows it didn't happen but it could have and that look in his eyes...

"Chase?"

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He touches the shower curtain lightly.

"Yeah, it's--it's me."

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"Why isn't the hot water working?"

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The steam in the bathroom is oppressive. He folds his arms tightly around himself.

"I--I think it is, Kim," he says quietly. He wouldn't be able to tell for sure.

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"Are you sure?" Her voice breaks a little.

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He closes his eyes painfully at the crack in her voice.

"It's working, Kim." He swallows.

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She opens the curtain a little, red marks are forming on her upper arms and it's a good thing her nails are short because she's been rubbing at her neck.

She shivers.

"Does it feel hot to you?"

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Steam blasts him in the face, and he steps backward a little.

"I think you should get out of the shower," he says quietly, trying not to sound as worried as he is.

There's an oversized, fluffy towel folded on top of the toilet seat, and he picks it up, offering it.