She tried to scream but his hand was over her mouth and just so that she couldn't scream, or bite down for him to release her. She tried to scream anyway as he continued to lick her face. Just then, he removed his hand from her mouth and reached into his pocket, which gave her a chance to scream.
"JET! HELP!" She screamed as loud as she could before she was gagged.
"There's no one around to hear you. They're all inside the bar and can't hear you over the music. You're all mine honey." Zeke said as he reached into another pocket and pulled out a piece of rope. He forced her arms behind her body and bound them together leaving a small loophole sticking out. Why was this happening? It wasn't supposed to end like this! Where was Jet? He was supposed to be back here to help bust Zeke! Alex was scared; she began to recall the horrific night only four years earlier. It was a warm night and she was playing her guitar in the park for money. He walked up to her and offered her a place for the night; he had his hair tied back and was wearing a pair of shorts and a wife-beater. She remembered how kind he was at first and then how cruel and brutal later that evening when he tied her up and had his way with her. She remembered the pain and the embarrassment she felt while he was overpowering her and then how he dumped her in an alley the next morning. Alex began to cry as he pulled her to a downspout of the building and hooked the loop over a jagged piece of the metal. He took a step back and looked at her. The tears were for real this time, as she knew what was coming next. "There's something familiar about you. I can't put my finger on it, but I feel like I know you." He said as he rocked back on his heels and thought, leaning against the side of a neighboring building.
"Mmph fmm affm." She tried to tell him, but the gag was in the way. He walked up to her and placed a hand on her cheek and tugged the gag away with the other.
"What now, my pretty?" he asked as she doubled over in tears.
"Please let me go. Not again, please." She said as she cried quietly.
"Again? What are you talking about?" he asked her as he pulled her to face him. It was like someone flipped a switch in his head just then. "You! You're that homeless girl with the guitar! That was so long ago, back when I had just started doing this. Damn, when I had you the first time you were nothin' but a scrawny, dirty, little bitch who was homeless and singing for money with that old beat up guitar," he began as he brushed her hair out of her face for her, "and now you look so much better, just lost your fiancée to a younger girl, and probably homeless again. Well doesn't history repeat itself in such a funny way?" he chuckled.
"Please don't. I know why you do it, just please just let me go. It shouldn't even happen to a girl once, but to happen twice and by the same person is just flat out wrong." Alex begged through her tears. She didn't want to look at him, but if she did, maybe it would sway him to let her go. He only smiled and removed his coat.
"I don't think so. You were good the first time around, let's see how much you've improved." He said as he tugged the gag back down over her mouth and unbuttoned her jeans. Alex shut her eyes tight and prayed to god she wouldn't be hurt. Just then, she heard a gun cock.
"Zeke Diboa, you'd better button my partner's jeans back up, untie her, and put your hands where I can see them before I take you out!" a familiar voice said. Alex's eyes burst open to see Jet standing behind Zeke with a pistol lodged against the back of his head, right where the spine entered the skull. Zeke knew he was done. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife and cut Alex's hands free. She tugged the gag off and buttoned her jeans. Jet grabbed Zeke and pulled him away from her.
"Where the hell were you Jet?" she asked him as she wiped her tears away and pulled the concealed gun from within her coat and held it up to Zeke's face. Jet placed his gun in its holster and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
"I had to find more ammo. I ran out and didn't have anymore for tonight." He said as he cuffed the bounty head. "You alright?"
"I'll be fine, let's just cash him in." she said as jet began to force him to walk to the opening at the end of the alley.
"You know girl," Zeke began, "when I had you a few years ago, you were pretty damned good. I wish I could be your husband or boyfriend." Alex looked at him and pointed her gun right between his eyes.
"I have no husband or boyfriend because of what you did to me you monster. I hope you die a miserable death and rot a thousand times over in the burning depths of hell." She said shedding a final tear. Jet only walked Zeke to a police car that was rapidly approaching with the lights flashing the sirens howling. After they arrested Zeke and paid Jet and Alex for the capture, the two began walking back to the ship without a word from Alex, who was still trying to gather her thoughts. When they got back, they found that no one had called and there was a package for Faye waiting by the door.
"Well, we're home." Jet said with a sigh. Alex said nothing. She didn't look up, didn't acknowledge, didn't blink. The two of them stepped inside and Alex headed straight for her room. She closed the door behind her and soon after, Jet heard her crying. Maybe it was because she was almost raped tonight. It was all his fault; he shouldn't have left to look for ammo when they were dealing with someone like Zeke. He waited until Alex slowed her crying and he heard her strumming on her guitar before he went and knocked on her door. The guitar stopped. He waited for her to say he could come in, but she didn't. After a pause, the guitar started again so jet just cracked the door and peeked in. Alex was in her pajamas, which consisted of a pair of black hakama pants and a white tank top, and sitting on her bed strumming the guitar with tears silently streaming down her cheeks.
"Hi Jet." She said quietly. Jet just barely heard her speak. He opened the door and walked into her room, pulling the door almost totally shut behind him.
"Alex, about tonight, I'm sorry I left. If I didn't you would've…" he began but she cut him off.
"Jet, it wasn't your fault." She said as she stopped playing and put her guitar down. She scooted to the top of her bed and motioned for Jet to sit. She wiped her eyes as he sat down and looked at her. "Remember on the first night I moved in, we talked about how I used to work as a food critic and then how that supposedly was my worst time?"
"Yea, why?" he asked. He was becoming concerned. She wiped her tears again.
"Remember how I said it wasn't my worst time and I wouldn't tell you what really was my worst time?" she asked.
"Alex, what are you getting at?" he asked.
"Jet, four years ago, Zeke raped me." she said sort of spitting it out like a piece of overly sour candy.
"JET! HELP!" She screamed as loud as she could before she was gagged.
"There's no one around to hear you. They're all inside the bar and can't hear you over the music. You're all mine honey." Zeke said as he reached into another pocket and pulled out a piece of rope. He forced her arms behind her body and bound them together leaving a small loophole sticking out. Why was this happening? It wasn't supposed to end like this! Where was Jet? He was supposed to be back here to help bust Zeke! Alex was scared; she began to recall the horrific night only four years earlier. It was a warm night and she was playing her guitar in the park for money. He walked up to her and offered her a place for the night; he had his hair tied back and was wearing a pair of shorts and a wife-beater. She remembered how kind he was at first and then how cruel and brutal later that evening when he tied her up and had his way with her. She remembered the pain and the embarrassment she felt while he was overpowering her and then how he dumped her in an alley the next morning. Alex began to cry as he pulled her to a downspout of the building and hooked the loop over a jagged piece of the metal. He took a step back and looked at her. The tears were for real this time, as she knew what was coming next. "There's something familiar about you. I can't put my finger on it, but I feel like I know you." He said as he rocked back on his heels and thought, leaning against the side of a neighboring building.
"Mmph fmm affm." She tried to tell him, but the gag was in the way. He walked up to her and placed a hand on her cheek and tugged the gag away with the other.
"What now, my pretty?" he asked as she doubled over in tears.
"Please let me go. Not again, please." She said as she cried quietly.
"Again? What are you talking about?" he asked her as he pulled her to face him. It was like someone flipped a switch in his head just then. "You! You're that homeless girl with the guitar! That was so long ago, back when I had just started doing this. Damn, when I had you the first time you were nothin' but a scrawny, dirty, little bitch who was homeless and singing for money with that old beat up guitar," he began as he brushed her hair out of her face for her, "and now you look so much better, just lost your fiancée to a younger girl, and probably homeless again. Well doesn't history repeat itself in such a funny way?" he chuckled.
"Please don't. I know why you do it, just please just let me go. It shouldn't even happen to a girl once, but to happen twice and by the same person is just flat out wrong." Alex begged through her tears. She didn't want to look at him, but if she did, maybe it would sway him to let her go. He only smiled and removed his coat.
"I don't think so. You were good the first time around, let's see how much you've improved." He said as he tugged the gag back down over her mouth and unbuttoned her jeans. Alex shut her eyes tight and prayed to god she wouldn't be hurt. Just then, she heard a gun cock.
"Zeke Diboa, you'd better button my partner's jeans back up, untie her, and put your hands where I can see them before I take you out!" a familiar voice said. Alex's eyes burst open to see Jet standing behind Zeke with a pistol lodged against the back of his head, right where the spine entered the skull. Zeke knew he was done. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife and cut Alex's hands free. She tugged the gag off and buttoned her jeans. Jet grabbed Zeke and pulled him away from her.
"Where the hell were you Jet?" she asked him as she wiped her tears away and pulled the concealed gun from within her coat and held it up to Zeke's face. Jet placed his gun in its holster and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
"I had to find more ammo. I ran out and didn't have anymore for tonight." He said as he cuffed the bounty head. "You alright?"
"I'll be fine, let's just cash him in." she said as jet began to force him to walk to the opening at the end of the alley.
"You know girl," Zeke began, "when I had you a few years ago, you were pretty damned good. I wish I could be your husband or boyfriend." Alex looked at him and pointed her gun right between his eyes.
"I have no husband or boyfriend because of what you did to me you monster. I hope you die a miserable death and rot a thousand times over in the burning depths of hell." She said shedding a final tear. Jet only walked Zeke to a police car that was rapidly approaching with the lights flashing the sirens howling. After they arrested Zeke and paid Jet and Alex for the capture, the two began walking back to the ship without a word from Alex, who was still trying to gather her thoughts. When they got back, they found that no one had called and there was a package for Faye waiting by the door.
"Well, we're home." Jet said with a sigh. Alex said nothing. She didn't look up, didn't acknowledge, didn't blink. The two of them stepped inside and Alex headed straight for her room. She closed the door behind her and soon after, Jet heard her crying. Maybe it was because she was almost raped tonight. It was all his fault; he shouldn't have left to look for ammo when they were dealing with someone like Zeke. He waited until Alex slowed her crying and he heard her strumming on her guitar before he went and knocked on her door. The guitar stopped. He waited for her to say he could come in, but she didn't. After a pause, the guitar started again so jet just cracked the door and peeked in. Alex was in her pajamas, which consisted of a pair of black hakama pants and a white tank top, and sitting on her bed strumming the guitar with tears silently streaming down her cheeks.
"Hi Jet." She said quietly. Jet just barely heard her speak. He opened the door and walked into her room, pulling the door almost totally shut behind him.
"Alex, about tonight, I'm sorry I left. If I didn't you would've…" he began but she cut him off.
"Jet, it wasn't your fault." She said as she stopped playing and put her guitar down. She scooted to the top of her bed and motioned for Jet to sit. She wiped her eyes as he sat down and looked at her. "Remember on the first night I moved in, we talked about how I used to work as a food critic and then how that supposedly was my worst time?"
"Yea, why?" he asked. He was becoming concerned. She wiped her tears again.
"Remember how I said it wasn't my worst time and I wouldn't tell you what really was my worst time?" she asked.
"Alex, what are you getting at?" he asked.
"Jet, four years ago, Zeke raped me." she said sort of spitting it out like a piece of overly sour candy.