Carolina Rain *5*

Max ran upstairs for something. I figured that I would start my breakfast. I just decided to eat cereal. He didn't have any milk so I would have to eat it dry. I looked in almost ever cabniet, until I came to a Fruity Pebbles box. And guess what. It was empty. I didn't even eat breakfast then. I went into the living room and was lying on the couch. Max came downstairs and saw me on the couch.

"Didn't you eat breakfast yet?" Max asked.

"No, you have no milk and cereal. I just felt like skipping it today." I replied.

"Are you sure you want to skip breakfast?"

"I'm fine."

I heard thunder outside, I got up and looked out the kitchen window. I was starting to flood. It was about 4 inches of rain already.

"Max, look out side."

He looked out the back door.

"This is that storm that they were talking about on TV. It's suppose to get pretty bad."

"Great! Just what I wanted. A day to be inside all day."

I started walking back over to the couch. Max followed. He grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear. "We can spend the rest of the day with each other."

I looked at him. Somethings not right. All he wants to do is have sex with me. That's not him. Is this really the Max that I fell in love with, or is this some fake. I looked at him.

"Max? What is up with you? All you want to do is have sex. That's not like you."

"Do you really want to know what is wrong with me?"

"Yes."

"I'm not Max. I'm your worst nightmare."

My eyes widen and I stared at him. If this wasn't Max, who was it and where is Max.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's me baby." The fake took of a mask. It was Austin!

"Am I dreaming?" If so, I wanted to get the hell out of it!

I ran as fast as I could until I could no more. Austin grabbed me and started tearing my clothes off like the night of the party. I was too rough for me. I could escape. This was the end...

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I woke up, wondering if that was a dream. Sure enough, it was. I was upstairs in the bedroom. Max wasn't beside me. How long was I dreaming? Did Max and I make love? My mind was going in circles. I had no idea what was going on but I saw Max walking in the room.

"Morning Kayla. It's about time you woke up."

"How long have I been sleeping?"

"I have no idea, but you must have had some dream last night. It seemed happy in the begining, but pure torture when you woke up. Was it really bad?"

"You mean..." I wasn't going to ask if we made out or not, that for sure. "... So Austin isn't here?"

"Not that I know of. Is that?" I nodded. "Kayla... I'm sorry. I know it a womans worst fear... it happened to my sister."

"Joyce?"

"Yeah, I guess you did know. She was raped by one of Austin's brothers about 9 years ago. When she was only 13. I would have been about 9. I heard cries from her bedroom and I came rushing to her room and the guy was abusing her. I grabbed the man and he threw me against the wall. I heard my sister yelling my name and I saw that the guy had a knife in his hand. He threw it at me, but I dodged away from him before it could get me. The guy ran out the window and he was never seen again. It was one horrible night."

I looked over at Max and I sat up.

"Max, I had no idea your sister went through that."

"Yeah, that's when I realized your were being raped, I flashbacked to that night. My life has never been the same."

I looked over at him and he sat down in the chair beside the bed.

"Well, do you want to go for breakfast? I know it's raining, but it should end soon. What do ya say?" Max wondered.

"That sound good right about now. I'm starving."

I got out of bed and Max went downstairs. I changed into some worn out jeans and a old t-shirt. I put a green American Eagle sweatshirt over top of it, so I didn't look like a total slob. I put my hair in low ponytail, which was off to the left a little, and walked down the stairs. Max was already to go. I grabbed my cell phone and walked out the door and in to his car. Max and I closed our doors about the same time. He started the ignition and back out onto the road and started heading for town. Then, he turned on his windsheild wipers.

I was staring out my window, wondering, why my dream felt so real. Max and I didn't have sex, Austin wasn't around, and the rain wasn't very deep. What was going on? Am I really losing it, or are my dreams trying to tell me something...?