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[[Sorry about the delay. Super busy, lacked inspiration, etc.  It's finally up! And pretty long. Enjoy. Love ya - Kim]]

Chapter 12

Brett walked into his room, finding his sister already on his bed.

"So, you were saying?" she questioned, with a smile on her face.

"Not right now, Aribella," he growled.

"Whatever," she replied.

She got up and skipped out of his room, while Brett shut out the lights and lay down in his bed.

He couldn't believe that Carla would take such a risk.

"How could she be so stupid as to risk her own fucking life!?" he shouted, slamming his fists down on his matress.

He knew that he wanted her, but having her would be just to risky.

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Carla couldn't sleep that night.  All she thought about was her kiss with Brett, and the sparks she felt.  She knew that he felt them too; he let her kiss him.  He pulled away, but that was when they were really getting into it.

"Why can't I be with him," she thought to herself.

The second she asked that question, she was able to picture Brett scolding her.

"It's to dangerous Carla. You should know better.  You're putting your life on the line."

She giggled at his reaction, because that's exactly how it would go.

Suddenly, Carla was walking down the school hallway towards Brett.  He had seemed excited to see her.  He was ready to embrace her in his arms and tell her that he didn't care about the risks anymore; he just wanted to be with her.

Just as they were a foot away from each other, Harrison and Mark popped up.  Harrison's back was turned away from Carla, as he tried to distract Brett.  Mark proceeded to pick Carla up, and carry her into an empty classroom.

She screamed for Brett but he couldn't hear her. He was in a deep conversation with Harrison.

Mark threw Carla down on the teachers desk and began to take her clothes off.

First her shirt came off, exposing her flat, olive stomache.   Mark ran his hands up Carla's stomache, towards her chest.  He fondled her boobs in her bra.  Slowly he reached one hand behind her and unclasped the bra.  It fell to the floor.

Carla tried to scream, but no sound came out.  She could hear Mark laughing maniacally as he began to unbutton her pants.  She attempted to lift her hands to stop him, but they were too heavy.  She tried to kick him, but again had no effort to lift her legs.

Her pants began to slowly creep down her legs onto the floor, followed by her panties.  Mark ran his hands up and down her sides, kissing her forcefully on the lips, making his way down her neck, to her collarbone, down to her chest.  There he lingered a bit, tonguingand biting her nipples.

Again, she tried to scream, cry, do anything.  She thought for Brett, knowing that he could hear her.

She watched Mark in horror as he continued, and no one appeared. He slowly spread her legs apart, and massaged the inside of her thighs.  One by one he put his fingers in her tight opening, pleasuring himself as it contracted around his fingers.  With three fingers inside, he quickly unzippered his jeans, and pulled his boxers to the floor.

He slipped his fingers out, and just as he was about to enter her, Carla's voice came back.

She screamed as loud as she could.  She screamed for Brett. He was the only one Carla trusted right now. 

Carla suddenly shot up in her bed, covered in a cold sweat.  She pulled her covers, which now lay on the floor from her thrashing around, onto the bed and upto her chin.  She lay back down, unable to fall asleep.

A light pressure was applied to the bed, and she felt someone stroking her curly locks that managed to escape her ponytail.  She shot up yet again, only to discover it was Brett.

She flew out of bed and wrapper herself with her blanket.

"What in God's name are you doing here?" she whispered frantically.

Brett's face was covered with fear and humor at the same time.

"Well, I think everyone, everywhere, except your mother's room somehow, heard your screaming," he retorted.

Carla just frowned as she slumped down to the floor.

"On a more serious note, you needn't be afraid.  You're dream will not come true, as long as I'm alive and here protecting you."

"But you weren't there for me in the dream!  You were talking to Harrison, ignoring my silent screams and my thoughts!"

He held up his index finger as he said, "Ah, that's where you're wrong.  I wasn't there for you in the beginning.  But I came through in the end.  It just goes to show, I'm not always around; but I'll be here when you least expect me and most need me."

"Such as tonight," she whispered quietly.

"Exactly."

Carla climbed back into bed, and looked at her clock. Four in the morning.  It was a Saturday, which means she was allowed to sleep until eleven.

"Please, don't leave," Carla pleaded, not caring how desperate she sounded.

"I have to for now. But I promise, I'll be right back if you should need me."

As Brett stood up, Carla looked at him with her big brown eyes.  He stared right back at her with his amazing blue eyes.

"I promise. I would never let anything happen to you."

He sat back down on her bed, placed a hand on her cheek and said, "Carla Elizabeth Renaldi Madder, I love you. I would die rather than to see you hurt."

And with that he crept quietly out her bedroom door.

She fell asleep, never hearing the front door open or close.