2.16.2010
I was in the bread isle; walking to the whole wheat, my basket in my hand. I saw what I came here for, whole grain, whole wheat healthy bread. I grabbed it and turned the corner into the canned good isle, and I saw him. He was staring at the cream corn, confused about the different brands.
My body turned and hurried away from him, it quickened its pace as I heard him call my name, shouting for me to stop. I couldn't.
He was behind me, and he grabbed my shoulder forcefully.
"Hey, what you doing here?" He said in a falsely cheery tone.
"Getting bread, I need to eat sometimes." He cracked at my joke; it was not intended to be funny.
"You want to take a ride with me baby? We can go to my place and have some fun." He voice became rough, ridged.
"I'm fine, I need to get home and feed my dog." I lied.
"You don't got a dog."
"I got one a few weeks back, he's a little lab puppy." My lie grew.
"Well alright then. What's its name?" He was interrogating me, frightening me.
"Lucky." I knew he had caught me. My shoulders caved in, and I felt myself becoming vulnerable, I needed to be strong, I had to put an end to this. "I'll see you later, bye."
I grabbed my basket and stepped away.
I walked out the door and to my car. I heard his steady footsteps behind me. I placed my paper bag in the back seat of my old beat down car and turned, ready to confront him. The sting of the slap came before my words. My cheek pulsed.
"Look here woman. When I say get in my truck and come to my place, I don't kid around. Get you skinny ass in now." He pointed to his discussing rusty truck, the deer skull still tied to the front. He pushed me, "Git!" I stumbled into the passenger seat of his nasty truck. He climbed to the driver's side.
"Trey, I really can't do this now." My voice broke with a sob I had been trying to hide.
"You been avoiding me for a long while baby, I need this. I need you, I love you." He stroked my face; his hand was full of lust. I rejected his touch. "Anna, come on baby. You can't be mad at me for that little slap; I just needed to teach you that when I talk to you, you listen. Now give me your sugar."
"Trey please don't make me do-" he grabbed my arm and twisted.
"Look bitch," he grip tightened, I shrieked out in pain, my body moving with each vigorous turn of my arm, "you will give me what I want, and you will give it to me now." He let his hand go from my arm, but even worse it slid to my breast. I did not move as he came closer, no point in fighting something that had happened in the past, it was happening now, and it would happen in the future.
No point in stopping the inevitable.