Chp 3 beginings

June 2 0600 thursday

Cpov

The car is cold, and foggy, a lite rain splatters the windshield. LOUD and mind shaking. My head hurts. The hangover throbs and pounds my skull. I lean back and the thirst, the bitter tasted of Jack. Fucked up Grey, get moving. I try the car, fuck out of gas.

I climb out, "what the fuck" I'm on some logging road in the forest.

"Where the fuck is my cell phone", after 10minutes of search I find it under the rear seat. Must have throw it, the battery is out. Shit! Shit! Shit! No cells, half charged, shit, I'm so fucking useless.

The road is overgrown and un-maintained. I'll have to walk out. I follow my tire tracks down the road. Sweating in my 3000 dollar Bironio suit and Italian shoes. I turn my cell off to save the battery. Walking make my hangover worse, my temper flairs and my feet hurt.

Three hours later

I'm walking down a well used logging road, hopeful for blacktop soon, or a ride. Still no bars on the cell phone. My head aches, my feet hurt, my stomach is demanding food. I'm thirsty, eyeing a muddy stream from a rough log bridge. So lost in thought and misery, I didn't even hear the fucking logging truck barreling down on me, till the horn blared and startled me over the bridge into the stream.

Hours later

The sun beat down on my stiff mud caked face, my head aches, I'm cold and wet, did I piss myself. I roll over face first into a cold wet muddy stream, spitting and try to get up dizzy and stagger to the bank.

"Fucking great covered in mud, where the road", I've drift down stream about sixty feet under the road bridge.

I wash my face, and jacket in a small clear dip in the stream, brush the mud from my pants and shoes. I feel a wetness seep down my forehead, I lift my hand, blood, great I've got a cut just in my hairline.

Head throbbing and dizzy I stagger down the road,

My vision burry and tilts, slamming me into the ground.

Up Grey, no fucking slacking. The mind drifts in and out of now and then. Black boots shiny buckle chases me down the road.

Vision burring, world tilts, I'm slamming me into the ground. My vision burry again, slamming me into the ground again. Up Grey. Black boots shiny buckle chases me down the road. Vision burring, tilting, slamming me into the hard ground. Up grey, no fucking slacking. Black top final, my cell?

"Where the fuck is my cell? My wallet?" I had them at the bridge, there lost in the mud of that fucking stream, If I ever find that log truck driver I'll beat him to a pulp and throw him in that cesspool.

I walk, stagger down the country lane, car zip bye, no one stops. No one cares. Abandoned by the crack whore. Now abandoned by the rest of the world. Rage and self hatred consume me. Up ahead a strip mall. The road snaked towards the rear of a large box.

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June 2 1700

Apov

Finally work shift is done, sixteen back breaking hours, a double shift. Dale harassing me over lunches and breaks. I'm tired as a walk to Wanda, Ray at VFW in Crenshaw, 40mile down the road, tonight; it's going to be lonely tonight.

Suddenly, Steve pulls up and him and two other exits, blocking me from Wanda, I turn and behind me is Dale. I'm surrounded and outnumbered.

"Steve don't do this, my dads not gone let you get away with this, uncle or no uncle" I bluff.

"Anna you can go easy or we will be rough" Steve hiss at me

"Fuck her uptight ass!, Steve" spits DALE "punish the little cock tease whore"

The other are scream obscene and moving in on me, I bolt for store, tackled and dragged to Steve car. My blouse is ripped and my bra stretched. For a moment, I'm a bounces toy, as Steve slams me up and down on the ground by my bra till it breaks.

The air knocked out of me, I gulp and scream

Suddenly a shadow bulls thru my rapist, I look over and the fight is tumbling away from me. Four on one.

I roll and stagger to Wanda, reach in and grab Louie. Walking up to the fight, rapist Dale, his leg looks bad, and Ralph, spitting teeth, are down but Steve and his wingman Tom are pound my hero, with a brick to the head. I swing and connect with Tom head, thud! He falls into Steve legs. Trapped Steve tried to scamper away but I swing hard into lower ribs, thud crack. Now, their screaming for help!

I look at my hero, young, muddy, dirty cloth, hair and face dirty, bleeding and battered. I help him up and we stagger to Wanda. I look back and rat pack is down for awhile.

I drive away, "are you ok?" "What's your name", he slumps against the window in and out of conscious. Shit

I drive to the medical center. I grab a hoodie from the back to cover my bare chest. I've drive across town topless, what was I not thinking. Getting a wheelchair, I wheel him into urgent care. Lucky it's a slow night. Nurse Kelly, a friend of Rays, comes over and fast tracks us. I tell her what happens and we get my hero clean up.

My hero has a double concussion, battered ribs, face and 3inch gash just in is hairline. Nurse Kelley put in 10 stitches. A give him some pain meds. Waking him up, is heart wrenching.

"What your name?" nurse Kelly said

"I don't know. Where am I? Who am I?" my hero begs

"Do you know what day it is?" nurse Kelley said

"You've lost your memory, the double concussion it's probably temp. Do you have any id?" Nurse Kelley states

"I checked his cloth, no Id, no phone, no money" I say sadly and angst

"Anna you need to take him home; Steve uncle will hurt him more if I sent him to the hospital in Silver Lake" nurse Kelley

"Ray at Crenshaw, I'll take him home. Do you think we'll be safe?"

"Chief Meyers won't take on Ray, no once he sees your neck and arms" Nurse Kelley says

I look in the mirror and Ray going to be pissed. Lucky It be aimed at Meyers and his rat pack.

I take my hero home; the drive is quiet and tense.

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