Shouldn’t Come Back is the seventy-fourth chapter of Zak Saturday's Immortal Love Life. It was first published on March 14, 2016.
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Chapter This was the worst day of my life. Zak didn’t take me back and chose Amber over me. I hate that bitch. I’m not going to go on a murderous rampage like I’ve seen girls do on TV when their boyfriends leave them for some other girl. No. But I am on a crying rampage, because I just can’t seem to stop. My heart felt like it was literally broken in half, because it hurt so much. It probably was, but how was I still breathing? I wish I wasn’t. The necklace that Zak gave me was burning around my neck. I ripped it off and threw it across the room. I felt like stomping on it, but I didn’t have the heart to do so. Forever and Always. Yeah, right. The best way for me to express my feelings about anything is through music. I sat at my piano and began playing: I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye And I stare at the phone Was I out of line? And I stare at the phone You didn’t mean it baby Back up, baby back up Cause it rains in your bedroom And I stare at the phone You didn’t mean it baby The song made me feel better, like it always does, but it made me cry more. Does that prove that it made me feel better? Probably not, but whatever. “That was nice, but I think that other song would sound better.” I turned around to find a man, whom I’ve never seen before, holding my guitar. I thought I was in here alone. I usually was. He had black hair and blue eyes and was dressed casually. “Who are you and what do you want?” I asked. “Never mind who I am,” he replied. “But what I want is you.” “Me? For what?” He held out my guitar to me. “For you to play that other song. It fits the situation better than that other one.” “Ok.” I approached him. I could feel a power surging from him. A strong one. My instincts told me to run, but it was nearly impossible for me to turn down a request for a song. I grabbed my guitar out of his hand and sat down on the couch. He sat next to me. I adjusted my guitar and started playing: I don’t wanna pick up, no, oh Sorry I’m not sorry for the times Maybe you shouldn’t come back Trying not to forget, Sorry I’m not sorry for the times Maybe you shouldn’t come back Sorry I’m not sorry for the times Maybe you shouldn’t come back After I finished the song, the man clapped. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “That was better.” I smiled. “Thank you. But, uh, are you an Immortal?” “Maybe.” To demonstrate, he summoned fire to his hands. “Ok. But why are you here?” “To help you,” he replied. “To help me? Who are you, my fairy godfather?” “I’d prefer guardian angel.” “Ok. But what are you here to help me with?” “I understand what it feels like to be rejected by someone you love.” “Oh.” I avoided his gaze. “You do?” In the corner of my eye, he nodded. “More than you know.” “Well, of course. I don’t even know your name.” “And it’s not important right now. What is important is that we help you through this break up?” “We?” “You and myself. We.” “Ok. How?” In response to my question, he leaned in and started kissing my neck. That caught me a little off-guard, but I let him continue to do so. I turned my head and caught his lips. They were dry and lustful. He adjusted me on top of him. Then we soul kissed. After a little while, he started to lift my shirt. That’s when I stopped him. “Wait. I don’t want to do this.” “Yes, you do,” the man insisted. “No, I don’t.” “Well, you don’t really have a choice.” I pulled away, but he held me tight. When I looked into his eyes, I could see how full of lust they were and I realized what a big mistake I made and that I was in serious trouble. I tried to break out of his grip, but he just held me tighter and tighter. Then he threw me down on to the floor and climbed on top of me. I struggled to get free, but it was no use. He was too strong for me. I tried my powers. “Don’t bother,” the man said. “Your powers are no match for me.” He was probably right, but that didn’t stop me. I kept fighting back. He ripped off my shirt, leaving me bare, and began working on my pants with one hand while holding his other across my shoulders to keep me down and cup one of my breasts, but I managed to hit him with my knee. “You’re as feisty as your mother,” he said. “But she wasn’t strong enough to fight off me and my boys. Too bad they’re not here now to hold you still.” “My mother?” I asked. Then it hit me: an Immortal man. Three Immortal men. “Oh my God.” I could hardly speak. I’m experiencing what my mother went through over eighty years ago. “If you won’t stay still,” the man said. “Then you leave me no choice.” He held my legs down with his knees and my arms with his hand above my head. He summoned a pair of handcuffs to his other hand, put it on my wrist, wrapped it around the couch’s leg, and put the other one on my other wrist. Then he summoned a gag and wrapped it around my mouth, though I didn’t make it easy for him. “There.” He caressed my cheek, then down my bare chest and stopped and the hem of my pants. He pulled them off, along with my underwear. Now I was completely nude, and there was nothing I could do about it. He also took off his own pants and underwear. I tried not to look at his member, but I never really have a chance to before he thrusted it into me. I screamed in pain. But with the gag in my mouth, no one could hear it. I cried. It’s hard to imagine that death was worse than this: being held against your will. He continued to thrust in and out of me for who-knows-how long. Minutes? Hours? I couldn’t tell. The more he did it, the more it hurt, and the more I cried. God, I can’t believe my mom and my twin brother could go through something like this and stay strong. I, myself, couldn’t bare it. And it was all my fault that it was happening to me. No, it’s not. I opened my eyes, feeling over-joyed. Nick? Suddenly, the man on top of me was thrown across the room by an invisible force. He landed on my piano, breaking it to pieces, which I didn’t care about at the moment. Then he appeared. He grabbed the man and pushed him up against the wall, putting his arms behind his back and cuffing them with black handcuffs. Then he threw him down on the floor. He turned back toward me and came close, putting his hand on my shoulder. “Are you ok, Sarah?” I didn’t answer, mostly because I still had the gag in my mouth. “Right. Spike!” A German Shepherd appeared above me—Spike, I assumed—and he chomped off my cuffs and pulled out my gag with his jaw. I slowly brought my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. I was too shocked to speak. “Get dressed if you can,” Nick told me. “I’ll call your family down.” He went to the intercom and pressed the button. After calling my family, he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. “Nikki? I need you to come meet me at Raylee’s house now. Bring everyone with you.” He hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket. Then he walked back toward me, but this time keeping a respectful distance. “Do you mind if I help you get dressed?” I nodded. I know he just saved me and all, but I was naked and feeling very self-conscious. “I understand. Your mother should be here—” “Sarah?” she called. She ran into the room followed by everyone else. She ran to me, but stopped when she noticed Nick. “Oh my God. Nick?” “Hi, Raylee,” he said. He was hiding it, but I could tell how happy he was to see her. “Sarah!” Zack called. He ran to me. “Oh, God. What happened to you?” In response to the question, the animals were growling at the half-naked man. Mom noticed him too. She looked from him to me and back. “Oh my God. He raped her, didn’t he?” Nick nodded. “Yeah.” “Zack, can you get her some clothes?” Dad asked. “I got it,” Mom said. She summoned a robe to her hands and put it on me. After doing so, Zack held me. “Nick,” a woman’s voice called. Nikki appeared at the doorway along with her sister, Nicole. I hadn’t seen them in almost three years. My older half-siblings were also with them. “Dad, what’s—oh,” one of my half-sisters said, then noticing us. “Hi, Mom.” “Hey, Kiara,” she replied. “It’s nice to see you again.” Kiara. Then, I assumed, that the other one was Madison. “You caught him,” Nicole said, gesturing to the half-naked man. “Yes,” Nick said. “But he already did his damage.” Everyone looked at me. I turned away, ashamed. “We should test her,” Mom said. “We need to make sure she’s not pregnant like I was.” She looked at my half-brother, Alex, and kind of gave him an apologetic look. “Not yet, Raylee,” Nick said. “You of all people should know that she needs to recuperate first.” “He’s right, Mom,” Zack agreed. He would know that too. Mom nodded. Then she turned toward the half-naked man with a murderous look on her face. “You asshole. Can I kill him?” “I want to kill him as much as you do, Raylee,” Nick said. “Especially for what he did to you and your children. But we can’t. Not yet, anyway. He could help us find the others.” “Were they here?” Nikki asked. “No. Just him.” “I thought they were like a group,” Mom said. “They are.” “Then why is only he here?” Madison asked. “Let’s ask him.” “Wait,” Mom said. She used her powers to put clothes on the no-longer-half-naked-man. “I just could not look at him any longer.” Nick chuckled. Then he approached the man and grabbed him. “Where are the others, Leonardo? Why were you the only one who came?” “Yeah, and no bullshit,” Mom said. Leonardo sighed. “I guess I have no choice since you caught me. Alexander and Lucifer didn’t want to help me rape Sarah.” “Why?” Nick asked. “Because we knew you were watching over her and her family 24/7.” “You were?” Mom asked. “It’s not important, Raylee,” Nick said. “Why did you come, Leonardo?” “Because I wanted to rape her. It was our custom to do that to our victims offspring. But they knew it would give you a chance to catch us.” “You should’ve listened to them.” “I know. But I knew that you didn’t watch them while they were sleeping, so I took the chance. I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.” “I felt like something was amiss and I was right. Where are Alexander and Lucifer?” “I’m not telling you that.” “You will eventually.” “We’ll take him, Nick,” Nikki said. “Ok. Make sure he’s well locked up.” “We will.” Nicole grabbed him and she and Nikki teleported with him. “Well, at least you got one of them,” Mom said. “Yeah,” Nick agreed. “And I hate to admit it, but he was smart to target Sarah after she had just gone through a rough break up.” “Yeah.” That made me cry. “Sarah, what’s wrong?” Zack asked. “Are you still hurting?” “No,” I replied. “Well, yes, but that’s not it.” “Then what?” “It was my fault that I got raped.” “No it wasn’t, Sarah,” Nick said. “How do you know? Were you watching?” “Well, no. Once I got here, he already had you overpowered. But if I was here before that, I wouldn’t have let him get close enough to touch you.” “I did.” “What do you mean?” Mom asked. “The rape was almost statutory rape.” “Again, what do you mean?” I told them the whole story, feeling so ashamed when I finished. Mom comforted me. “It’s ok, Sarah. He took advantage of your vulnerability. That wasn’t your fault.” “Then why do I feel so guilty?” I asked. “Maybe it’s not him you’re feeling guilty about.” I took her words to heart, and my heart started literally hurting. I think she was right, but I didn’t say anything. She turned her focus from me, anyway, and turned to Nick. “How are you alive?” “Narma brought me back thirteen years ago,” he replied. “Thirteen years ago? Why the fuck did she wait so long?” “To cause some drama between us.” “Drama? What drama?” He gestured to Dad. “Oh. But why didn’t you ever come see me before now?” “I wanted to, more than anything, but I didn’t want to make her dream come true and cause that drama for you.” “I wouldn’t have cared. I just wanted you back.” “So do I.” Dad was looking uncomfortable now. Mom noticed, and seemed to feel bad about it. I decided to change the subject a little bit. “Mom, Nick saved Zack from those men a couple years ago.” “You did?” she asked him. He nodded. “He’s actually the one that found out where he was,” Madison said. “Thank you, Nick,” Mom said. “For saving my son then, and my daughter now.” “I technically didn’t save them,” he said. “They were already tortured.” “Well, you saved them from being tortured more by them.” “Yeah. I have more to tell you about that, but I should go now. I’ll come back later and then we can talk.” Mom nodded. “Ok.” He teleported away. Mom turned toward me and Zack. “Why didn’t you two tell me about him?” “He sort of threatened us if we did,” Zack replied. She sighed. “He really didn’t want me to know, did he?” “No,” Alex replied. “But we’ll talk about that later. Right now, Sarah needs to recover.” “You’re right.” And the attention focused back on me. I’ll probably recover from this physically, but I doubt mentally. This was now the second biggest mistake I have ever made in my whole life. The first was losing Zak. Well, that was intense. What do you guys think about it? That answer to my last quiz was: Nightingale, by Demi Lovato. Can you guess the two songs Sarah sang in this chapter? Please review here. |
Character Appearances[]
Main Characters[]
- Sarah Hollinger
- Zack Hollinger
- Raylee Hollinger
- Zak Saturday (mentioned)
Minor Characters[]
Pets[]
- Pikachu Hollinger
- Shillow Hollinger
- Amber Hollinger
- Kimbia Hollinger
- Kika Hollinger
- Chewie Hollinger
- Toto Hollinger
- Honey Hollinger
- Spike
Enemies[]
- Leonardo
- Alexander (mentioned)
- Lucifer (mentioned)