Chapter 1

A Chapter by Jess

“Mom, I'm going to run down to the gas station!” I called out buttoning up my jacket and putting in my music

“Okay sweetheart. Remember, be back before 8 your father wants to do some kind of family-get-together-and-play-bored-games type thing.” She said humor in her voice

“Okay,” I laughed before heading out the door.

I hugged myself as the cold air brushed against my jacket sending chills down my spine, my hair blowing in every direction.

I walked into speedway scanning the isles until I came across the Juicy Fruits. I had always loved Juicy Fruits since I was little. I first had them whenever I went to this carnival/fair thing. There was a consession stand filled with all you could eat candies and sweets.

I grabbed 2 boxes and a slushie before making my way to the cashier and setting my purcahses down on the counter. I turned around to dig for my wallet in my back coat pocket whenever I looked up and saw a man outside.

I didn't get that good of a look at him but from what I could see he had either dark brown hair or black.

“Miss?” I heard the cashiers voice breaking me out of my trance “2.48, ma'am.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” I apologized pulling 3 one dollar bills out and handing them to the young boy.

I looked outside again to find that the man had disappeared.

Only one question ran through my head; Who was he?

I sighed as the boy handed me my change and my purchases in a bag.

“Have a nice night” he smiled

“You too,” I replied sticking the bag in my pocket and slurping my slushie.

I walked outside feeling the cold air hit my now blue stained lips sending a shiver through my body. I ignored the cold feeling and put in my music again turning on Blaque.

“Sorry you got the wrong one- it ain't me- I just came out to have fun- ain't me, so go on find another one I don't like whatcha' kickin' son, now leave” I sung out the lyrics.

Suddenly something pulled back into my mouth making me spill my slushie in the process. I tried to slap, kick, and punch behind me trying to wound my attacker but found no luck.

I screamed only to be muffled by the rag tied around my mouth. My hands were groped dangerously and I felt cold plastic tie around them as I struggled in my attackers grip shouting out cuss words and screams into the rag.

“Shut up,” my attackers husky voice said from behind me.

Before I knew it I was thrown over his shoulder and tossed into a leather cushion of what felt like the back seat of a car.

I thrashed my legs around trying to scream and untie the knot that was wrapped painfully around my wrists making me wince in pain.

Suddenly I heard a car door slam, and then open, and then slam again. The engine roared to life and I was thrown against the back seat harder when he peeled away.

I felt warm tears fall down my cheek as the plastic went deeper into my skin as I tried to pull my hands out.

After what felt like years of driving the car came to a hault making me almost tumble over into the floor board.

The car door opened again, then shut, then opened again. I was pulled out halfway by my feet and roughly thrown over a shoulder.

It was too dark so I couldn't see the face of my attacker but I positive it was a male by his husky voice. I heard a metal door open before I was tossed onto a bed.

Oh god. He's going to rape me.

I felt more hot tears slide down my face as I struggled harder to get away.

“God damn b***h,” he groaned “Stop moving.”

“wed dme sho!” I shouted through the rag.

Damn.

I meant for it to come out like “Let me go!”. Guess that didn't work out so well. I felt a mini panick attack coming on as I thrashed my legs at him.

He roughly grabbed them and tied them together.

“I said,” he growled angrily “Stop. Moving. Now we can play at this all night but I assure you, you won't win.”

A*****e.

He left me on the bed and I heard the metal door close. I looked around trying to make out something or anything in the dark.

The only thing I could make out was the white pillow on the bed which barely stood out. I tried screaming help into the rag as loud as I could while more tears trickled down my cheeks.

No one can hear you, you dumbfuck.

I sighed and closed my eyes hoping that when I opened them it would all be a dream. I would wake up to the smell of my mothers pancakes filling my nostrils, I would hear my dad typing away on his computer for work, and my brother would be in his room playing Guitar Hero.

I would wake up, and it would all be over.

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