Chapter 3
While I was walking down the side of the road I noticed a green minivan making its way in my direction, I tried to get the drivers attention but all that happened was it passed by and splashed me. "Wait! Please wait!" I shouted as I ran after it.
Soon enough he stopped and let me catch up. Upon getting to the side of the van the man rolled the window down and looked at me curiously. "I'm sorry to stop you, but I really need to get to Romero City, sir, could you maybe take me there?" I panted, hoping he would consider, even though it was about 3 and a half hours away.
"Sure come up in front," he said motioning towards the passengers' side.
When I climbed in I looked over and noticed he was probably 36, had jet black hair and dark brown eyes, something told me he was bad news...but I climbed in anyways, anything to get to my destination.
I was impatiently looking at the clock; 3:04 it flashed. Already 3 o' clock. I looked out the window while we were passing the green billboard. I strained to see what it said. When I finally got a clear picture, I only saw "Romero: 20 mi." Almost there, I thought, I'm almost there. Then, without warning, he suddenly swerved off the highway and began heading for the woods. As my body slammed into the car door, I was questioning silently what he was doing. Maybe it's a shortcut or something, I tried to reason with my doubt, but grave thoughts still danced in my head. He suddenly turned to a walking path and drove on, for about another 15 or 20 minutes, I wasn't sure what was going on so I sat silent, as the growing uncertainty turned into a burning fear, something bad was about to happen. Suddenly he stopped in the middle of what looked to be an abandoned campsite; locking the doors he turned to me with a strange and evil glint in his eyes and suddenly shoved me into the backseat.
I screamed once in both shock and terror and before I realized what was going on he was in the backseat on top of me, pinning me down, and started to slip my jumper off. I asked "What are you doing?" He just said, "Shut up, girl!" as he slapped my face. It burned like a fire. What is he doing, I panicked. He jerked off my locket, a 10th birthday present from the students at school. He moved his hand toward my chest and started unbuttoning my shirt. I was scared as I realized what he was doing. And suddenly, he grabbed me and kissed me, jamming his tongue into my mouth as he slipped my under wear off even as I was kicking. I was struggling to get away, but his grip was too strong. When he noticed I was trying to escape he pulled me closer. Close enough that I could feel his hot, stuffy breath. He wandered his hands to my bra strap and was trying to unfasten it. We rolled across the seat, me trying to escape and him trying to keep me close. He finally unhooked my bra strap and ripped it off my chest. As I watched it fall to the floor, I was certain I had to take action.
While I was walking down the side of the road I noticed a green minivan making its way in my direction, I tried to get the drivers attention but all that happened was it passed by and splashed me. "Wait! Please wait!" I shouted as I ran after it.
Soon enough he stopped and let me catch up. Upon getting to the side of the van the man rolled the window down and looked at me curiously. "I'm sorry to stop you, but I really need to get to Romero City, sir, could you maybe take me there?" I panted, hoping he would consider, even though it was about 3 and a half hours away.
"Sure come up in front," he said motioning towards the passengers' side.
When I climbed in I looked over and noticed he was probably 36, had jet black hair and dark brown eyes, something told me he was bad news...but I climbed in anyways, anything to get to my destination.
I was impatiently looking at the clock; 3:04 it flashed. Already 3 o' clock. I looked out the window while we were passing the green billboard. I strained to see what it said. When I finally got a clear picture, I only saw "Romero: 20 mi." Almost there, I thought, I'm almost there. Then, without warning, he suddenly swerved off the highway and began heading for the woods. As my body slammed into the car door, I was questioning silently what he was doing. Maybe it's a shortcut or something, I tried to reason with my doubt, but grave thoughts still danced in my head. He suddenly turned to a walking path and drove on, for about another 15 or 20 minutes, I wasn't sure what was going on so I sat silent, as the growing uncertainty turned into a burning fear, something bad was about to happen. Suddenly he stopped in the middle of what looked to be an abandoned campsite; locking the doors he turned to me with a strange and evil glint in his eyes and suddenly shoved me into the backseat.
I screamed once in both shock and terror and before I realized what was going on he was in the backseat on top of me, pinning me down, and started to slip my jumper off. I asked "What are you doing?" He just said, "Shut up, girl!" as he slapped my face. It burned like a fire. What is he doing, I panicked. He jerked off my locket, a 10th birthday present from the students at school. He moved his hand toward my chest and started unbuttoning my shirt. I was scared as I realized what he was doing. And suddenly, he grabbed me and kissed me, jamming his tongue into my mouth as he slipped my under wear off even as I was kicking. I was struggling to get away, but his grip was too strong. When he noticed I was trying to escape he pulled me closer. Close enough that I could feel his hot, stuffy breath. He wandered his hands to my bra strap and was trying to unfasten it. We rolled across the seat, me trying to escape and him trying to keep me close. He finally unhooked my bra strap and ripped it off my chest. As I watched it fall to the floor, I was certain I had to take action.