She tried to look around for her phone so she could check the time. She couldn't find it. She'd probably been robbed, all the signs pointed to it. Her phone and handbag were gone, not to mention the bruises on her knees and her two black eyes. She caught a glimpse of them when she pushed herself up off the ground to look in the mirror. It didn't look good, she had dried blood on her lips and her cheekbones were bruised. Ginny slipped out of her stilettos and stood up, using the wall of the toilet stall as support.
Her short black dress was torn in a few places, and her hair stunk of vomit. Ginny made her way over to the full-length mirror. Holding onto the sink she stared straight into the void that was her own face. Once the throbbing of her head subsided she began to notice the throbbing of her genitals. She put her hand between her legs, she noticed that her lace black panties were gone, and in its place was dried blood and cum on the creases of her legs. She withdrew her hand and wiped the slimy pink concoction on a paper towel. Ginny began to sob.
She cried only for a moment, before slapping herself in the face harshly. She didn't want to waste one more moment of her life being weak. She turned her fear into anger, she punched the mirror of the bathroom, glass scattered everywhere, her knuckles began to bleed. She didn't care. She grabbed her shoes and stormed out of the bathroom and onto the street.
In the early hours of the morning, Ginny stumbles down the road holding her shoes in one hand. Mascara tears had stained her cheeks, and her head gave her an unimaginable pain. She just wanted to go home at this point, she could have gone to the police or to the hospital but she couldn't be bothered. she wanted to sleep. Ginny tried to think back to what had happened, last night. She tried to force images into her head, but the harder she thought, the further any memories roamed from her mind.
She'd been roofied. She thought back to the other times she'd been drugged, it felt all the same. She felt her blood boil, she felt her face turn red. She wanted to scream, cry pull her hair out anything. She tried to keep it under control, she tried to keep her eyes fixed on the ground. However, it all changed when a pick-up truck pulled up next to her. As the dirty truck followed slowly behind her along the road, Ginny had no choice but to stop before the truck followed her right bak to her home.
She heard the window wind down, a man with several teeth missing poked his head out the window. "Are you lost pretty lady, can I give you a ride home?" Ginny said nothing for a few seconds. She was too shocked to move, she was too mad to speak. "Come on, sugar. Get in the back."
Ginny turned her head slowly, before looking straight into the man's eyes. His smile turned from a grin into a look of concern as he began to notice the utter madness in Ginny's eyes. He started to frantically wind the window up but not before Ginny screamed at the top of her lungs, throwing a six-inch stiletto through the windshield. She grabbed the door handle before he could lock it and pounced at the man, pulling him out of his car. Her screaming continued, the neighbourhood dogs began to bark and lights from surrounding homes were turned on.
Ginny threw the man to the kerb, kicking him frantically. "Why does this shit always happen to me! Why is every person in this fucking town a cunt? Why? Why?" She cried, leaping on top of him and smashing his face with the heel of her other shoe, the man begging her to stop. Ginny heard the whine of sirens from a few blocks away, it sounded as though someone had called the police.
Ginny threw away the shoe before jumping in the truck, the man left beaten and bleeding heavily on the road side. Ginny put her hand on the keys and turned on the engine. The truck purred to life and the sound of tires screaming as the truck sped down the highway at a lightning speed.
Ginny wiped the tears from her eyes, focusing on the road. She was still drunk, still high but she swerved and dodged oncoming traffic like a pro. As the truck's speed kept ascending until it was being pushed to the absolute limit, Ginny began to smile sadistically. She felt in charge, she felt alive.
As the sun began to come up, Ginny was asleep on the floor of her trailer when the phone rang, waking her.
Once the hour-long police chase had subsided and the car was taken off road and set a flame. Ginny hitched a ride back into civilisation. Once home, she collapsed on the couch of her shitty trailer and closed her eyes. It had been an eventful few hours and now, she just wanted to sleep. But her sleep had been interupted once again.
She rubbed her eyes and crawled to the phone, picking it up before even reading who was calling. "Hello?" She croaked.
"Ginny, what the fuck dude! Was that you I saw on the news just now?"
She stumbled to her feet, " I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh really! Well, too bad I don't believe that sweetheart. You know you are so lucky I found you, girl. If it wasn't for me you'd still be giving blowjobs on the side of the road fro five bucks each. If I were you I wouldn't be fucking this up!"
"Shut up Jason, why do you have to be such a cock!" Ginny slammed a beer bottle against the counter.
"Get to my office you fucking slut, I have a job for you."
"Argh!" Ginny slamming the phone back into the holder. Still pissed, Ginny punched a hole through the wall that separated the kitchen and living room. She pulled her hand back out of the wall and paced around the trailer for a few minutes. She got dressed, snorted a line and left the trailer.