Fear
The car came to a complete stop as Lizzie pulled onto the side of the road. "Can you call a tow truck?" Lizzie asked Miranda as the car sputtered and died. Miranda attempted to dial but she had no signal.
"We're in a rural area, I got nothing'." She threw her phone back in her purse. Lizzie sighed and laid her head against the headrest. Miranda shouted. "Look!" She yelled.
"What?" Lizzie asked looking around.
"Someone's stopping!" Miranda pointed to the green Ford pulling up behind them. "Maybe they can help," She said hopefully. Lizzie didn't look so sure.
"Lock your doors," Lizzie instructed. Miranda saw the urgency in her friends eyes and locked her door and the one behind her. Lizzie did the same. A guy about their age got out of the truck and walked over. He had plastic cellophane wrapped around his boots and he was wearing a lumberjack jacket. His pants were muddy as was the rest of him. He was wet too Lizzie shuddered at the sight of him.
Flashback
"No please…don't!" Lizzie cried. But it was too late. He had her on the mattress in the bed of his truck and he was…….raping her. Sobbing she beat on his chest with her hands…but to no avail. He stopped for a moment. She felt some kind of liquid fill her and she sobbed harder. She tried to ignore everything around her as he started again.
"No….No……No!" She sobbed as he continued in the back of his green Ford.
End Flashback
Lizzie choked in her seat as she remember that event. She had never told anyone about it…..or about the baby……or the baby's death. No one knew and she wasn't about to tell. But he was back. Him and his green Ford…..again.
She jumped as he rapped his fingers gently against the glass. She looked him in the eye. Those same blue eyes. He smiled kindly at her and asked her to roll down her window. She opened it to the smallest crack.
"Need any help?" He asked, smiling at them.
Lizzie gulped. "Sure do!" Miranda piped. Lizzie shrank in her seat. "Got any gas?" Miranda asked. To her the guy was very handsome. He had a rugged look about him. But those eyes. They were amazing and almost…strangely familiar.
"Yes as a matter of fact I do," He said. "Come on over to my truck and I'll get ya some." He said and headed to Miranda's door. Miranda reached to unlock her door but Lizzie grabbed her arm.
"Lizzie?" Her mascara was smeared from crying and she was shaking.
"Miranda, he's a bad guy….I've met him before…don't go…he'll hurt you." Miranda's eyes widened. Lizzie had not told her about being raped, she could tell. This was the guy. What was she going to do? She opened her window to the slightest crack, Lizzie shut hers.
"On second thought, never mind." She said smiling. "We got a hold of our parents, they're on their way."
"Oh, okay," He saw Lizzie crying. "You sure?"
"Yes," She said firmly.
He shrugged his shoulders. Lizzie sat shivering in her seat. Going back to his truck he knew that the girls had been lying and he knew that Lizzie was about to tell her story….their story to Miranda. Picking the steel bat up out of his truck he slammed the door shut, leaving the keys in the ignition. While the girls did not see him he swung the bat into the passenger window.