Old Queen Eliyzah smiled comfortingly at her grandson and clutched his hand,
"Jenavyve will come round, she always does. We know nothing of her past after all. Both her parents might be up in the heavens with yours for all we know". She sighed, she missed her daughter, Queen Emma, and her son-in-law, and knew Eric often grieved on the anniversary of their deaths.
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Amy was scared, more scared than she had ever been. Drake hadn't tried anything serious with her before, but he was uncontrollable now. She whined in pure fear when he starting to bite her neck, it was soft but she hated it. It was something about neck-biting she didn't like. His words sent indescribable chills down her spine. When he started to touch her in ways no girl of 15 should really be touched, she did scream.
"Please Drake, please. Stop! This is wrong!", she shouted at him. She had no idea how she was able to shout at him. She had the wind knocked out of her when he threw her onto the bed, so she wouldn't of been able to move even if she tried. When he climbed on top of her, she started to breath heavily. He was so close, too close. She moved around and tried to crawl from beneath him, she was shaking badly and felt weak with fear.
He started to touch her again. It was then she knew nobody was going to come, he was going to take something away from her she'd never get back and she couldn't stop him. Amy began to cry, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to push him off with little effort. "P-Please s-stop", she said with a quiet, hoarse voice.