Jason & Amanda -- Crimes of Passion Ch. 2
Note: This story contains non-consensual sex. Part 1 had some complications, which made this more of a grey area. Part 2 contains a rape scene. You have been forewarned.
* * * * * * * Cold Case
That night, as Amanda slept in bed with Jason, she dreamed.
Amanda was tied up and couldn't move.
As she regained her awareness, she realized...that it was not just a dream.
She was tied up to her bedposts.A man stood before her, wearing a ski mask in the dim light. Her window was open. She started to panic, and started to yell....
Jason nudged her awake.
"You were dreaming...and I think it was bad."
Amanda was still out of sorts as she said, "I was back in my room in the house I grew up in...and I was tied up." She looked scared.
"It's ok, I have you," Jason said as he pulled his mom in close and cuddled her.
Jason couldn't stand that someone had done this to her.
He seemed to be deep in thought. "Would it be ok if I asked you some questions about that night?"
Amanda relented. "Yes."
Jason said, "Is there anything you can remember about that day? Anything unusual? Like, where did you go? What did you do?"
"Nothing, really. It was the day after my high school graduation party, and some relatives were staying over."
"Interesting."
"Why is that interesting?"
Jason looked thoughtful, "For a crime like this to happen in your own home, while people were over...to pull that off, wouldn't that take some inside knowledge?"
"I mean...maybe...but that's impossible -- not with anyone that was in the house that night."
Jason continued, "...so, who were all the men staying in your house that night?"
"Well, it was just my cousin and my uncle that were over, besides my dad."
"Look, I'm not saying any of them did this to you, but could you humor me for a bit?"
"I suppose...but I think you're wasting your time."
"Well, you know me, when I find a bone...." Jason smiled.
Amanda finished. "...You can't let go."
* * * * * * * The Investigation
I had the upper hand if any of the men that were in the house the night of the crime had anything to do with it. They all worked during the day, and since I took remote college classes, I was free to do whatever was necessary to clear them without any interference.
As for the suspects, there seemed to be two strong possibilities. Her cousin Alex and her uncle Joe. They were both over, visiting that night, and they would have both had opportunity, just by their proximity and knowledge of the environment.
As for motive, I didn't have to look far to consider a very simple one.
Amanda was one of the hottest women walking the planet as far as I'm concerned, and I could barely imagine what sexual magnitude she must have oozed with when she was 18 years old and dressing, as she said in her diary, like a slut.
I loved my Mom, and I needed to solve this crime to give her closure so she could take some of her power back.
I decided to start with Amanda's cousin Alex. Then her Uncle Joe. Since I knew where they lived and what to expect, it was pretty easy going sneaking inside and digging through their stuff.
It wasn't totally conclusive, but I had come up empty. Still, my gut told me I wasn't wrong. I had to be missing something.
Then it dawned on me. I hadn't actually finished investigating all the suspects.
Technically, her father, Tony, had been there that night. He was always there, so that made him less of a suspect, but I had to be thorough after all.
Tony was a big and kind man. He always seemed so youthful, even now in his mid-to-late 50s. I had always liked my grandfather. So you can imagine I was not feeling great about sneaking into his house while he was away at work.
His wife had passed away some years before, so I knew the place was empty.
I used the key he had hidden under a vase in the back. They had a large and very expensive house. They had really done well, I thought, as I crept through, pausing to examine Amanda's old room.
It was huge. On one side, it had a large double closet with ventilation slats on the front. As though that wasn't enough for one room, another similarly sized closet existed on the perpendicular wall.
The family she grew up with was definitely rich. Too bad my mom and I didn't see any of the spoils.
The room next to hers was the master suite -- the one her father still slept in -- where I intended to spend most of my time digging.
I explored every nook and cranny of that massive room. Almost immediately, I found a massive safe behind a large framed picture near the bed. Whatever was of value would most likely be in there..., and there was no way I was getting in.
On the off chance there could be something else, and perhaps out of desperation before the trail went cold, I continued to look around.
My search finally proved fruitful in the unlikeliest of places.
As I investigated the closet, I accidentally knocked an old worn shoebox full of nicknacks to the floor. The closet was dark, so I used the flashlight feature on my phone to pick up the pieces.
As I put everything back in the box, I noticed the slightest edge of a line going up the backside of the closet.
I examined the closet further, and -- I'll be damned -- if there wasn't a secret doorway hidden there! The handle was easy to find once you knew it was there. I swung it open, and I bet you can guess where it went.
I stood inside one of the large closets in Amanda's room.
From my vantage point, I could easily imagine the clear view my grandpa had watching her change or maybe even watching her masturbating on her bed. I couldn't know for sure if he was involved in her rape, but it seemed more than probable.
I was disgusted with her father if he put her through all this, but a part of me understood the animalistic urges that he must have had. He was quite likely my father, after all.
I could understand how she must have been incredibly tempting with the way she looked and dressed. But he had gone far across the line, and I had to think of a way to make him pay.
The most obvious choice would be to call the police. There were big problems with that option.
First, I had no evidence suggesting my grandpa had actually raped her. All I could prove was that he was a pervert.
Second, even if I could prove it, I know my mom would never want to expose what had happened. She loved her father very much and wouldn't want him to go to prison.
Another idea popped into my head.
