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"What do you call a man in paper trousers?"
What?
"Russell"
I rolled my eyes at Angela then laughed, in spite myself, at her current favourite joke. As we reached her car she turned to say goodbye, the laughter still etched on her face. It was a crisp autumn night in Port Angeles; the sparse trees shrugging off their final leaves, your breath leaving cold puffs of smoke in the night air, you can almost sense winter sneaking up behind you.
Shivering I pulled my coat closer around me glad for its warmth. Hugging Angela goodbye I promised to ring her tomorrow for another day out, another meal, another day with my friend.
"Ok I'll see you later then, you know where you're car is right? Okay just checking, bye" and with that she left waving and flashing her lights at me. Smiling and still feeling her warm presence I slowly meandered down the street, enjoying the feeling of night all around me.
I turned off the lamp lit street and left behind their golden safety. I felt my self stamp in gum, and quickly tried to scrape it off my shoe. Tutting to myself I stopped and wondered who on earth invented gum, it was disgusting. Hmm disgusting, just like Mike, the name perturbed me as yet again I had a feeling he was reading more into our friendship, the only clue I had the fact that he spent the entire lunch hour talking to my chest, my not particularly ample chest at that. He repulsed me, his lank greasy hair that he continuously flicked as if in a L'Oreal advert, his cringe worthy "slang" and his constant crass and vulgar advances on me. This time it was the boobs, I was relieved last time he kept trying to grab my…crotch as I passed him in the corridors. Every morning upon leaving my truck he would run over like a mangy stray and practically knock me over with praise and chatter. As I said, sickening. This continuous problem was not one that went away easily, I had tried subtlety, I had tried outright no's but this boy was tenacious.
Distracted by my train of thought I hadn't noticed that I had walked past my turning, and was now on the west side of the block. Sighing and burying my chin into my chest in a futile attempt to keep warm I stepped down a side alley to cut through. Regret. As I started down I saw a dark shadow leaning against the wall slowly smoking a roll up, blowing the smoke out in a smooth stream against the black sky. Fearful for my mobile I tucked it safely into my bag and sped up in an attempt to pass this man.
I really shouldn't have worried about my mobile. As I approached him he slowly moved from leaning against the wall until he blocked the narrow alley. As I approached him I muttered 'excuse me' and tried to rush past. His hand rough and calloused reached out and grabbed my arm tightly and yanked me backward roughly. Quickly he grabbed my bag and threw it aside before grabbing my other arm and carelessly throwing me against the wall. Kicking, twisting, turning, screaming, biting, flailing my arms all to no avail as he proved stronger and just slammed my head into the wall behind me. I felt my blood slowly trickle through my hair. My buttons scattered as he tore my coat of leaving me exposed in a t-shirt and jeans. His rollup still burning in his mouth he gagged me with a dirty cloth, forcing my mouth open and thrusting in the cloth making me gag and retch, the dirt barely registering in my mind. Then so quickly I barely registered he stubbed his rollup out on my chest, searing me, branding me; the territorial bastard marked me.
My breath picked up, tearing through my body. As I stared at the dark sky the only points of light; the stars, twinkled above us. He slammed me against the wall with one hand on my face and one on my body moving quickly. His lips over mine, my zipper torn down. My heart raced.