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I walk from the bathroom in the back, heading to the front of the restaurant. My fellow classmates have already used the bathroom and are probably waiting out front with our teachers, who went to pay during the bathroom trip.
There is a narrow hallway. Straight ahead is the huge, main dinning section that goes right and left. To the left is the bar section and then the kitchen. On the right, is the Banquet room, which is also the conference area.
As I walk past the open doors of the Banquet Room, a male yells something in a language that I don't know or recognize. Before I can look, I'm suddenly in the room, face down on the floor with someone heavy on my back, pinning me.
Since he is so strong, he can do anything to me; kill, torture, or far worse, take my virginity. I can handle the first two, since I went thru them, but not the last. It is something I want to give my husband, not have it forcibly taken.
My heartbeats are sped up in fear. The heart is threatening to pop out of my chest, through the ribcage. Its pounding so loudly that I think everyone in the room can hear it. My mouth dries, no volume for screaming or begging for no pain.
Instantly I know my life is going to drastically change. The crossroads coming up is going to decide which side of the road that the change will fall too; either good or bad. Though I know that if its bad, there will be lots of pain.
"Get off me, Creep!" I yelp out, struggling to get free, hoping that he can't tell how frightened and child-like I sound.
Boots appear in front of me. Scared of who it could be, my sky-blue slowly eyes travel up the body. Black, loose pants. A long black trench coat. And a very smug, showing off his washboard abs, black wife-beater shirt.
'Oh my gosh! Its Cowboy.' My mind screams out in happiness, knowing that he won't let anyone harm me at all.
Instantly I'm up and behind Cowboy. His left arm is spread to the side, protecting me. The other hand has a handgun pointed at a group of people in fancy clothes. Strangely they seem familiar though I don't remember them.
"Cowboy, what's going on?" I hesitantly ask, scared of what's happening, realizing he tensed at his nickname. "Cowboy?"
"You remember me, Audrey?" He asks me in shock, like I saw him yesterday but didn't remember his nickname.
"Yeah, we went to school together. You kept me safe from Derek at the Winter Formal." I reply as I remember.
At the Winter Formal, he became darker and very scary, though he was always gentle with me. He kept me in his arms until I felt safe, which took almost three days. He left soon after but for two months sent me presents.
That was a little over a year ago. After the last present, a gold heart-shaped locket, I never heard from him again. I heard he went to North Powder and killed all my classmates. But after that week, nobody ever saw him again.
Not liking loud noises, I jump as Cowboy fires his gun, bringing me back to the present. In a flash, I'm over his left shoulder and he is running thru the building. The first man yells something that is unintelligible but in English this time.
Outside, he gets into a pickup, gently setting me on the passenger seat. Quickly he starts the engine, pulling out of the parking space. I sit up, not looking out the front windshield because my brain has a delayed reaction so I can't handle fast speeds.
Half a block away, something lands on the roof. I gasp, moving backwards, eyes looking at the roof. The only reason I stop is because I hit the door, cringing against it. Cowboy pulls his gun, looking upwards and at the road.
He briefly looks over at me, silently telling me to stay against the passenger door. I nod, not wanting to get in the middle of anything, not liking pain. I trust Cowboy, trusting that he knows what he's doing and everything.
Suddenly the door behind me is gone. My shoulder-length reddish-brown hair whips about my face. I scream out, falling backwards, trying to stop. Cowboy curses in a different language, reaching towards me as I reach for him.
A thick arm wraps around my waist as I fall out of the pickup. He pulls me to his chest, kneeling down on the top of the pickup. His other hand is holding onto the rack, feet braced, not moving from his position, no matter what.
Pressed against the right side of his chest, my arms wrap around his neck. Not wanting to see if something happens, I bury my face in his neck and shoulder. His arm tightens, holding me closer, as he slowly gets into a standing position, my feet dangling.
He jumps off the pickup's roof, startling me. Seconds later, the pickup screeches to a stop. The new man lands on the road, keeping my feet from touching. He keeps me against his chest as a vehicle door opens and loudly slams shut.
I lift my head, realizing that Cowboy is stomping towards us. My hands push on the new man's chest, trying to get free. I want to get to Cowboy, scared of what the new man is going to do to me. He must have a reason to stop me from splattering on the road.
Blackness wraps around me, with no outlines or gray areas. Its promising that nothing bad is going to happen while I'm in it. Trusting it, I wrap the blackness around me in a peaceful cocoon as I slip into a blissful oblivion.