Repeating the words over and over again, not sure if they were only in her head at this point or if they were actually escaping her lips. Tears steadily flowing, unable to control them anymore. “Where did he go, why did he leave me here to be subjected to this? Why wasn’t he back yet?” were the only thoughts she could compose. She had fought, was still fighting, with every ounce of strength that she had, yet he continued to overpower her at every turn. She had kept him from what he was after until now. But he had gained the upper hand and she began to hear the ripping and tearing of her clothes. More tears fell from exhausted eyes. She kept trying to fight, kicking, scratching but he was so much more powerful and easily took control again. She tried to block out the horrid sounds coming from him, tried to push him off of her, but it was all to no avail. She was in pain and all alone. Screaming would do no good as there was no one within shouting distance of her.
Wait….what was that sound? Was that the slamming of a car door at long last? Please, please let that be someone here to help. At least she hears the door open and knows that he came back. She hears a deafening scream escape his lips and he lunges at her perpetrator, snatching him off of her with brute force. Throwing him across the room, her friend attacks the guy with unrelenting force, punching and kicking him over and over again. She watched as blood began to spatter everywhere. Her friend stops long enough to tell her to pull herself back together and get in the car. She does so quickly and rushes past them as her friend continues to beat her perpetrator to a bloody pulp. She just knew he was going to kill him.
Rushing out the door, she races to the car and once inside, locks all the doors behind her. Sobbing and trembling uncontrollably, she almost doesn’t hear the knock on the window of the car. She lets him in and wraps his arms around her apologizing profusely for ever having left her in the first place. He asks if she wants to go to the hospital and she refuses. Says she just wants to go home. He takes her there and gets her inside. Not wanting to leave her again, she tells him to just go, she’s safe now.
After he leaves, she immediately gets into the shower trying to scrub her skin clean from the filth of that horrible event. A cycle that would repeat itself over and over again for weeks to come. Sleep only came in sporadic waves that night and not without consequence. It was fragmented and haunted with horrible nightmares of what had happened. It would take many years for these nightmares to completely cease. Her distrust in men began that night as well and it would take years before she felt like she could trust any man at all. And even then, that trust never comes easily. So many things were lost and destroyed that night – in a span of less than 15 minutes she was forever changed.
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