Chapter Eighteen
Jen
I get to my Escalade and I spend the one hundred or so feet to the only spot that I could find after running late, and I wish I could leave with him. Tonight, calls for a celebration though and we have nothing but time now.
I use the FOB to unarm my Escalade and come around the front where I stop short on the driver’s side mirror when I see a man come from the back of my truck.
"Scared me." I say and chuckle to myself assuming it was a concert goer. I step forward to get to my door when he charges me slapping his hand over my mouth.
"Remember me bitch?" He says and presses his body against mine forcefully and I can’t move or fight from the force as he knocks the wind out of me.
I have to scream for help, but his hand is too tight over my mouth and I struggle, fighting anyway I can to get away from him and run.
"I know who you are now you cunt, and now I am gonna get your money or your soul. Don’t care which, but what I am willing to do to you I would say money is the smart choice.
I don’t know who he is and don’t care. There is no way I will be used as leverage against Cal.
Soul it is, but he won’t get it easily.
I am trying to see his face and can’t, it’s too dark and he is to the side of the street lamp in the distance and shadowing his face. I try to stay calm and be clear headed even though I am scared, I know how to fight.
I bite his palm as hard as I can and he pulls back from me and starts screaming as do I.
"Help!" I scream and try to knee him, but his yelling at me smothers my scream. "Rape." I yell again as he pulls his fist back and punches me in the mouth, splitting my lips...and I see his face.
'I am cumming in this dirty pussy bitch, then my buddies here will when I am done.'
Everything inside of me sheds the fear and all I can do or think is to not let him do this again.
His hands get stronger on me and I spit in his face when the struggle forced him to move his hand again. Right as I tried to scream help again I felt his hand close over my throat. Once he had a good grip, he slammed me against my truck. Shocking, sever pain splits through my shoulder from breaking the mirror off the door. Pain, sharp and blinding shot through my neck and back and I lost all use of my arm.
Trying not to panic, I flail my body at him, my free hand clawing at him as my feet try to gain purchase and kick.
"Had you played nice bitch it would have been money, but you’re a fighter so I think I'll take your soul instead."
I feel his hand tear my leggings and his fingers enter me painfully.
"Jenny?" I hear Bright scream and can see them all from the corner of my eye still in front of the parking lot.
"Bitch, submit!" He says and slaps me with the hand that was inside me seconds ago.
I look to see if they’ve come to rescue me, but nobody is there. I pray to God they went to get help. I close my eyes against the intrusion as he spits on his fingers and shoves them back inside of me, tearing my skin. I go still. Calm. I close my eyes and think of Cal and the knowledge he loves me. He loves me and I will survive this if I submit.
I was high last time, and drunk so I couldn’t submit or understand how to fight them. Rape is about fear and will. Will to go through with it and fear to get the attacker off. It hurts to breathe because his grip is so tight, so I try again to relax, a difficult thing when you can barely breathe.
I am scared they will be too late and I won’t be alive to see my baby graduate school, or speak without ASL. I am scared I will never tell Cal how I have always loved him, every minute.
I cry at the thought of his beautiful music. Music he created while thinking of me.I love you, oh my God Cal, I love you. every awful memory and every good. You fought for me Cal...
"Look at me bitch!" He yells, pulling me from my safe place and demanding my fear. I refuse to show him an ounce.
I tell him to fuck off as loud as I can through his hand muffling me. I start screaming obscenities and begging for help, trying to bite his hand or fingers. I spit everything I can in my mouth against his hand, the more I fight the harder it is to grip my mouth for the drool. And I keep screaming.
Help! Help! Help!
Then, like the force of a wrecking ball he slams his fingers into me and smashes my face with his palm, crushing my head through my driver’s side window.
He comes, a fit of rage and picks up my rapist Spencer, and throws him off of me.
