TW//Sexual Assault/Rape

The morning after the funeral, Tom and his girlfriend Alison were taking a walk in the alleyways. Alison had first met Tom when she was 15, in 1974, which was six years ago. He raped her that same year, but she really didn't remember what had happened though. She only found out they had sex when she came to in the back of his car, and she was extremely drunk from the alcohol he had made her drink. Alison was disturbed by this incident, and left him soon afterwards. However, Tom went to great lengths to find her, stalking her when she was at school. Eventually, they soon got back together and began dating, dating behind Tom's wife, Elisabeth, and everybody else in the apartment's back. Then the divorce happened, and Tom was able to spend as much time as he wanted with her. He had even gone as far as to tell everybody in the apartment that she was his new girlfriend. After thinking back on previous events, she turned her thoughts to another terrible crime that Tom had recently committed. The killing of Lily Webber and Bill Goldberg. She had worked up the courage to ask him about it. "Tom?"

Tom replied. "Yes, Alison?"

Alison enquired, point blank. "Tom, did you kill Bill and Lily?"

Tom replied. "How could you even say that!? I wouldn't hurt a soul!"

Alison replied. "Don't play dumb with me. I know what happened. You said you dropped those poor things off at Madison Avenue when they said they wanted to walk. Something about it just doesn't add up."

Tom was growing aggravated. He wanted to tell his girlfriend everything, so he admitted it. "Ok Alison, I did it. But don't you go running around telling the authorities. I got friends on the force. They tell me that they'll say somebody else did it."

Alison was infuriated. "Tom. T-that's not right. The cops are blaming somebody else for something you did. This is wrong."

Tom took Alison in his arms. "Look Alison, the cops are helping me cover this up for our own good. They're my friends. They're doing this for my job, for my livelihood, for us."

Alison replied, furiously. "Listen. This is a massive injustice! I have to tell the papers about this. Let me go!" 

She broke free from Tom's grasp and ran away as fast as she could, hoping that Tom wouldn't come after her and that she would be able to break this story to any local news outlet. However, no matter how fast she ran, Tom was always faster. Helped by his membership of the track club in high school, Tom was in hot pursuit of Alison. She couldn't do this. She didn't even know why he killed Bill and Lily. He only did it because they didn't run fast enough. He knew that he would catch Alison. He would always run faster. Alison grew increasingly distraught, as she felt her legs were failing her, he was running faster. Soon she would be forced to do whatever he told her to do. She was frightened. She prepared herself for the inevitable, closing her eyes as she fell on the hard pavement. He soon felt Tom's hard hands holding her down, keeping her from movement as he removed her jeans and panties. She knew of course, what he was doing was terrible, but she couldn't resist. If she resisted, it would only hurt more. Eventually, the rape began as his penis entered her, and she tried to think of something to distract herself. Eventually, she decided to think about her mother, who had died of breast cancer when Alison was just six. She thought of all the good memories with her mom, when they were playing in the backyard. It at least lightened the pain a little bit. But the pain and fear brought on by the violation was still lingering in her mind.