30: Barged In

Cliff’s arms wrapped tightly around me, and he kissed up my neck. I shivered under his warm breath, and tried to beat him away. Slowly, he pushed himself onto my harder, and harder, until it hurt.

His soft skin was warm, and it used to be comforting. Now it was just threatening and suffocating. I wasn’t sure what to do. I just laid there blankly. 

“Come on, Ida.”

I turned my head to the side, and tried to get out of the bed. For a moment I though I was free. I thought he would let me go. Let me leave. 

His strong grasp pulled me back, and my hand throbbed as it tightened. He tried to pull me back in. 

“Cliff! No!”

“Shut up!”

He was stronger, and laid me underneath him, while he began to take off my shirt. I let him take it off, and he threw it aside. 

“Cliff, no!”

“Shut up!”

He smacked me. Right across the face. I was so shocked I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. For the third time today, he hit me. He began to wrap himself closer and closer to me. 

“Cliff... stop...”

My voice came out choked and hoarse. I could hardly recognize it as my own. Suddenly I wished I was Leeland, and I would die by the time I was ten. I wished I was dead seven years ago. 

 

He pressed himself closer, and I could feel his heavy breathing on my neck. I let out a strangled cry.

“Shut up, Ida!”

His hands went into my hair, and tightened on a large chunk of it. He pulled my head back, exposing my neck, and he kissed all the way up it again. I screamed lightly in pain, and a tear nearly dripped down my face. I caught it and wiped it away. My mistake.

“Ida! Stop!”

He pinned my arms to my sides, and held them down with all his might. I struggled and squirmed under him, but he only put more weight onto them. 

“Cliff! No!”

“Yes! Ida! Yes!”

He tried to kiss my lips, but every time I moved my face to the side. He took his hand from my side, and put is knee down to pin me. His hand moved up my chest, stopping for a minute at my breasts. I let out a little moan, which only encouraged him. It moved up my neck, and stroked it a couple of times before moving up to my face.

He gave me one last chance to kiss him, which I refused. His fingers tightened on my cheeks, and steadied my face. My lips were puffed out in a forced pucker. He moved his face down, and kissed me. 

I couldn’t stand the taste of his lips anymore. I did the best I could to bite, and succeeded in drawing blood.

“B***h!”

As soon as he pulled away, I spit his blood, his spit, and my spit into his face. If there was any power. Lightening flashed outside, and I saw that his face was soaked in the mixture. I also saw his eyes. His cold, unforgiving eyes. I swore I was looking up at a demon. At the devil himself. I swore I was about to be murdered. 

He drove his knee into my side, and I screamed in pain again. We were both panting now, and there was nothing I could do to keep the tears from streaming down my face. He had both of my hands pinned down with his knees, and he wiped away the tears.

“There, there, baby. Come now, give me what I want. I love you. You know that. I love you, Ida. I really do.”

I squirmed and shook like I had epilepsy in a room of strobe lights. I screamed at the top of my lungs, but was cut out by a blow to my stomach.

“Shut up! Ida! I love you! Give it to me, b***h! Come on! I love you! I love you! You know I love you! Give it to me!”

His hands worked on my breasts, and he fondled them expertly. He squeezed them ferociously. I jolted a little underneath him, and his pelvis began thrusting close to mine. He wrapped his body around me so we were embraced, continuing the thrusting.

“No! No! No! Stop! Please! No!”

“Shut up!”

Lightening flashed in the distance, and I saw myself in the mirror at the desk. Cliff was in his underwear on top of me, thrusting and thrusting. Tears streamed down my face, and a big bruise was under my eye. Cliff’s blood was smeared down my lip and on part of his back. 

Finally, he released my arms from his knees, but I could do nothing with them but wrap them around his back to steady myself. His thrusting grew more and more ferocious. My bra came loose, and he tore it from me. His underwear came off, along with mine. 

He was sliding into me. Not carefully, but angrily jamming himself inside of me. Making me bruise even more. Making me cry even harder. My head hurt from being slammed into the head of the bed so many times, and all I could do was hold onto him tighter. 

“Please! Cliff! No! No! No! No! No!”

He was inside of me now, thrusting. Grunts sounded blindly in the dark. Like animal grunts; savage and angry. His arms moved up to my neck, and he wrapped them around me, and met in the back. 

We were in a tight embrace, and I was being suffocated by the constant motion and constant urge to resist. Things were going so quickly that I was nearly out of breath. For a minute I though I would die from lack of oxygen underneath him. One of his hands made its way back up into my hair and pulled my head back again. This time, however, it was in an extremely violent way. 

I screamed at the top of my lungs. The cry was muffled by his chest. He pulled himself up for a bit, and sat on my stomach. His breathed heavily.

“I need to catch my breath.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was crying too hard. 

“Hey, b***h! Come on, I’m catching my breath. You’re not resting. Come on, get to work.”

I cried and shook my head, but I knew he couldn’t see it. 

“No!”

“Come on! Ida! Just rub it!”

“F**k off!”

“You have so many times before! Come on!”

He began to lightly jump on my stomach, pushing my cries out in forced gasps. 

“No! F**k you! Get off of me! I hate you! I hate you Cliff! Get off! Now! No! Get! AGHH!”

I struggled, but he only held me down. It was no use. 

“Ida! Stop struggling! I want this! I’m getting this! Stop! F**k! I’m going to get this! You’re going to give it to me! Do you have any idea how much I’ve cut back on sex since we’ve been together? Huh? Huh?! No! So come on! The least you could do was do this with me! 

“You took away my sex! You should be ashamed! You should repay me! Come on! I love you, Ida! You don’t hate me! You love me too!”

His accusations stung, and there was a hint of doubt in his voice, yet he pulled himself down over me again, and kept thrusting and thrusting. 

“No!”

“Yes!”

In the middle of all of this, I remembered what Austin said. How Cliff would just leave me for someone else. Maybe he was wrong, but then this was what the alternative was. This. What was this?

Rape. 

The word sounded in my mind and tore through my like a dagger. Cliff was raping me. He was forcing sex upon me, and in a very brutal way. Maybe this was what I deserved. 

For some odd reason, I felt like a total piece of s**t. I felt like I deserved to sit here and be raped. Suddenly, I felt bad about how I had hurt Austin. Really bad. I felt like I deserved to get raped because I hurt him. Now I wished he was here. I wished he could protect me. 

“Cliff! No! No! NO!”

I screamed out with each thrust. It was everything I could do. Everything to keep me from moaning. If I moaned anymore, it would encourage him. It would make him think I liked it. How could it? Was Cliff really that psycho? Was he really that fucked up and sex-deprived?

I had no where to go. I was trapped underneath his weight. Underneath his power. His lust for sex. I couldn’t believe how turned on he was by this. This cruelty. This sickening act. This rape.

“Please!” I thought. “Please! Let Aunt Tracy come home! If she hears anything, she’ll probably forget who I am, and then call the cops. Please! Please, someone! Please let her come home! God!”

I prayed. I prayed that Aunt Tracy would come and save me. If I kept screaming, maybe she would come home. Maybe she would hear me. Maybe she would call the cops. Maybe...

“Help! Help! Help!”

“Shut the f**k up, b***h!”

I changed my tactic. I was the one on the bottom. Aunt Tracy had taken the car right when Cliff and I got back. Right before he hit me. If she came home, I would see her. All I had to do was keep a watch, and pretend I was enjoying myself until that moment came. 

“Oh! Oh! I’m so sorry, baby! Oh! Oh, Cliff! Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Come on! Oh, baby! Harder! F**k me harder!”

“Yes! Now you’re getting it!”

I saw the lights as the pulled into the driveway. To make sure he wouldn’t, I pulled him close and kissed his lips. Then, I pulled his head down into my neck as I listened carefully. There was knocking on the door. The door was open, and Aunt Tracy would never knock on her own door. Someone else was here. Someone else could just as easily, if not more easily, save me.

“What was that?”

“What?”

“That noise?”

He turned around before I could stop him. The thrusting stopped. His breathing calmed, and he listened. The knocking went off again.

I realized that if I didn’t do something quickly, it would all be over. Everything. It would be ended. There would be no savior for me.

“RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE-RAPE-RAPE-RAPE-RAPE-RAPE-RAPE-RAPE-RAPE!”

The door swung open and slammed against the dresser to the left. Everything in the room was dark, and the individuals panting sounded out against the rain, thunder, and wind. A flashlight clicked on. They could see us, but we couldn’t see them. Suddenly, everything was in slow motion.

I felt Cliff’s weight come off of me, and I felt him leave the bed. Yet there was no sound. I swore I was deaf, because I couldn’t even hear my own breathing. 

The light changed directions, and spun out of the person’s hands, and onto the ground. There was a struggle, I could hear it, and I could catch glimpses of it now that the room was somewhat lit. 

Someone was on top of Cliff, punching him. Beating him. Saving me. Someone... a man.  My savior. 

I slowly stood up, and pulled on my shirt and skirt as fast as I could. I didn’t even bother with underwear. Suddenly, things were coming back up to speed, and the sound returning. Grunts and panting mixed with the dull packing of skin and the thuds of hitting the floor. 

I hurried over to the flashlight, and it went out as soon as I lifted it up. Now, everything was black. 

“Where are you, you little b***h?!” Cliff’s voice sounded.

I thought he was talking about my savior when a cold hard hand wrapped around my arm. It was Cliff. I screamed at the top of my lungs, just as lightening flashed outside. 

It illuminated the room just enough for me to see another man sprinting at Cliff. It illuminated enough for Cliff to be blinded, and for him to loosen his grip on me. For me to escape. I ran with the flashlight to the far end of the room just as I heard a loud crash. I heard wood cracking, and a shattering, and a loud thud followed by a grunt uttered by Cliff.

My savior had tackled him onto my end table, shattering it and the lamp on top of it. More fists flew in the black air, and sweat dripped down my forehead at the realization of my savior possibly being defeated by Cliff.  I realized that this idea wasn’t so far off, and they could easily be overtaken. I smacked against the flashlight again and again to try and get more light. Maybe I could blind Cliff with it while my savior could take him out with a hard object or something. 

“You son of a b***h! Get out-”

He let out a loud grunt, and was clearly hit somewhere hard.

“Of this-”

Another hard hit. I heard him grunt as he hit back, and my savior screamed out in pain, and was knocked backwards.

“House! You don’t belong here! This is my business! Now you know about it...”

I horror came across my mind of Cliff strangling this man for knowing about the rape. Cliff could do it. He had the power. He was crazy enough. And he had a reason. Not a good one, but a reason. To cover up the evidence. Cliff was going to strangle my savior.

“NO!” I screamed, and the light came on, illuminating the both of them.

I saw Cliff’s back first. It had fingernail scratches caked in blood all down it, and some major cuts from the tackle. His hand cast a shadow over my saviors face, but I was sure I knew who it was from the moment I heard the scream. The moment I heard their voice.

Cliff moved out of the way, and the light fell onto Austin’s face. It was bloody and swollen. Then, the two of them were looking back and forth between the light and each other. I tugged nervously at my skirt while they were doing so.

Then, I saw Cliff advance slowly but savagely on Austin, ready to do something horrible. I chucked the flashlight as hard as I could, and it struck his head. The flashlight ended in a position where it reflected into the whole room, and I could see Austin and he could see me. Without thinking, I screamed at him.

“GO! Go! Leave! Get out of here! I don’t want to see you! Ever again!”

He listened, and sprinted away, tears forming in his eyes.

I knew that Austin wouldn’t leave if I didn’t pretend that I still hated him. I knew he would leave for me, and I had to get him out of there before Cliff got up, because I didn’t know what Cliff would do to him, and I didn’t want to find out. I wanted to get him out, so he would be safe. Yeah, that put me in danger, but Austin would be safe. And I couldn’t go back with him, because of Cliff. 

I was ready to head out the door and sprint to Austin’s car, when suddenly, the flashlight went out. I heard a grunt, and a loud crash beside me. The flashlight found it’s way to the window, and shattered it completely. 

I screamed. Stupid idea. It was too late for that, though. I saw Austin pull out of the driveway, and back down the street. As he passed, I flipped him off, just so he wouldn’t change his mind and come back.

A soon as everything was black again, the fear returned. I scrunched up in the corner and quivered. Everything was silent. Except for the rain and the wind blowing against the house. I grabbed a long piece of glass, and wrapped a handle for it with my underwear. 

Cliff was in the room somewhere. Silently waiting. It was too silent for anything else to be happening. It was a deadly silence. It meant that he was about to strike. Lightening flashed in the sky, and Cliff’s cold, deadly face stared devilishly at me from three feet away. He was holding a piece of glass as well, testing it and pricking his fingertip. The thing that scared me the most was his face. The cold, black eyes. They were no longer puppy eyes, but something more ferocious. An evil. A cold, hard evil. Like the eyes of a dog who had just spotted a ground squirrel. A longing. Ready to attack. 

Across his mouth was a large smile from ear to ear.

The light left the room, and I quivered and gasped for air. A low laugh sounded out, one closer than three feet. I could feel his breath on my face.