Dancing In The Rain Trilogy

Here We Come, England: 11

Okay, so I have decided that I will be updating Sunday's because those seem to be the days that I actually have time to write.

Just a heads up, this chapter will not have a diary entry, and you'll see why. I left you guys with a cliffhanger [I'm such a rebel] on the last chapter and you're all like c'mon, and update! Now, also, in the last chapter, use google Translate and you'll get what Devon mumbled and their whole conversation. That's what I did and yeah.

Anyways, here's your chapter.

Oh, I almost forgot, I started writing songs and wondered if you minded checking them out?

Vote, comment, read. Whatever I normally say.

Chapter Eleven: Where's my voice?

CAITLYN's POV

I grip Devon's jacket and let out a squeak. Devon pulls me down and ends up scraping my hand in the midst. We needed to get out of here, but we couldn't.

"Do you have your cell phone with you?" He whispers.

I nod and reach inside my bag for it. Dialing 9-1-1 as fast as my trembling fingers would allow me, a calm voice greeted me

"This is Caitlyn Hendren. Umm, we're at the Mall of England and there's a man who's raping a thirteen year old, and he's holding a gun." My voice was trembling more than my fingers.

"We'll be sending enforcements immediately. Hang tight and don't draw attention."

I close the phone quietly and we waited together. We stayed in the position even though my legs were screaming. I didn't dare go near that douche bag.

And, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the police finally showed up. The girl was pale and must've fainted.

When we saw the police chase after the man we realized he was coming towards us. Devon tried to move us to the other side before the rapist could see us but it was too late. I was frozen and couldn't move. The man saw me and turned completely. He shot the men chasing after him and came closer to me.

I screamed at myself to run but he caught me. I couldn't get myself to move. My arms and legs went limp and then, my eyes, turned white and I let the white take me.

***

I awake with a large shirt on and fluffy pajama pants. I blink and refocus to see where I am and try to remember why. I try to sit up but my arms and legs were too heavy. I look around using my head and see that I'm in Devon's room. Why? I still haven't remembered.

I hear a knock and the door. I realize that I can't speak either. Mummy and daddy appear in the doorway. Their faces red, and Phoebe, peeking behind them, her face even redder than mummy and daddy's. They see my eyes are open and rush in with smiles.

"Oh my, Caitlyn. Why does it always seem like you're the one stuck with bad things happening to you?" I laugh on the inside. They stare at me.

I'd like to reply but I can't. I can't gesture anything. I look into Phoebe's eyes and see if she'll understand.

"Hello? Caitlyn? Talk to us, please." Phoebe says, in a worried voice.

I look even deeper.

"Mum." Her face becomes red again and she begins to cry.

"Why won't she talk to us?" She cries.

Devon comes in with a mug, which must be pop, because I told him I hate hot chocolate and love orange soda.

"She's not talking or moving" Phoebes says to Devon.

"Caitlyn? I got you some orange soda."

I blink. Then, it all comes back to me. I've been raped. I could be pregnant. I want to scream. I can't seem to make a sound. I can't seem to move.

I feel anger and rage. But, I can't move.

Devon's eyes become worried and I wanted to hug him and tell him I'm fine. But I'm still frozen and can't move.

"Please."

I blink. He comes to me and sets the soda down. He tries to convince me to move but he doesn't realize that I physically can't.

He picks me up and walks me to his truck. With my parents and Phoebe following. He lies me down on the backseat, in a comfortable position and everyone else piles in.

Devon drives slow and careful and one we get to our destination, I realize he was taking me to the hospital. I learned in middle school that even if bodies are dead, they can still blink, or flinch because the muscles used to move them still haven't died completely.

They probably think I'm dead. That's why there were so concerned. I laugh on the inside. They should realize that I can't be gone that quick. I was only raped. Not stabbed. In shock of course.

***

I hug Devon. I can move my arms. My legs. I can't talk though. The doctor said I shouldn't be able to talk for years maybe even forever. They said if you go through such shock, you could even loose your hearing or sight. I was lucky.

I hug Phoebe and mum and dad.

**

I sprawl out on my bed. Looks like there's no way for me and Phoebe to anything to move back to NYC.

Mum and dad appear in the doorway with Phoebe peeking her head behind them yet again, but this time, I can move. They give me a sweet look.

"Caitlyn, you father and I have agreed that you and Phoebe can move back to New York."

My eyes widen and Phoebe comes and hugs me. "And, we also have decided that you'd need a guardian, so we've talked with Devon's mom and they've agree that he can go with you guys."

I squeal on the inside. This is the best day ever, besides the part that I can't talk anymore.

Devon comes behind them and comes toward me. He comes closer. And, finally kissing me, I realized that I was really in love.

A/N The story is not over yet. Be ready, because It's Him should start really soon!