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A Heaviness In The Night
A Heaviness In The Night
She likes to write when she is moody.It helps her cope and deal with her insides....
Julie came in from work. "Hey, do you know you left your windows down?" she said as she stood at the top of the stairs.
It was after midnight, so her shift with the roadside unlocking service was over. "Oh? No. I forgot to put them up. It was such a beautiful day today, I had them down. Thanks, I'll go do that now." I said as I turned to gather my shoes from the closet.
Sliding them on, I started down the steps. Fourteen exactly she counted, as she made her way. It was a natural thing now and even habit to count them like I do in my barefeet in the night when I go for tea, not wanting to turn the lights on.
The hallway was dark, but I could see the outside porch light streaming through the french door blinds that were halfway open. As I stepped outside, I felt myself bracing for the cold, but it didn't come.
I parked outside near the dumpster. I could see the heavy dew on the back windshield as I made my way over to it. The back passenger glass was down so I knew that was going to be the first thing to go up.
My key fit into the lock and that's when I first felt it. A heaviness behind me. I kinda just stood there. Frozen. Then the slight panic started to rise in the pit of my stomach.
I turned the key much faster and leaned over to put it in the ignition.
He was all over me.
I felt two incredibly massive arms around my waist and my feet being lifted off of the ground. He was gripping my stomach so tight, I thought I was going to throw up. Violently, the pavement met my left shoulder and I felt the piercing bang as my head slammed into the hard corner of the dumpster and then the gritty concrete. The smell of rotten garbage was all around me. It was getting dark, but weren't my eyes open?...the ringing and the feeling of static from a tv was gradually getting louder and louder, the world was turning into a negative as I struggled to see what was around me. I kept hearing animal noises and the grunting.
Oh, GOD, he was trying to me!
He gripped my tee shirt and tried to rip it off. I was kicking with all of my might. I couldn't find my voice! Panic seemed to have collapsed every word! I felt his hands reaching for my pants and I slapped at them . Thats when he raised up and hit me with his fist across my mouth. He was saying something, but I couldn't make it out as I felt something warm along my teeth and numbness. I tried to claw at the ground to get away but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head. He hit me again and again. Each blow seemed harder then the first.
"You BITTTCCH"!! he screamed at me. His voice loud and screaling. I was going to be sick and I felt my stomach wrenching. The blood was pouring into the back of my throat from my nose and mouth. As I coughed, he undid my pants. his hands fumbling with the zipper. Pleaaaseee dont let this happen, I begged in my mind as I tried to get free! I could feel his hardness on me. He was trying to push it in with my panties still on! He was in a frenzy and his strength intensified. I felt his finger pushing the crotch of my panties to the side. I felt the cold, sickening touch as he slid it inside me. He groped for his penis as I felt his finger slid out and his shaft along my leg.
He was in my face. His breath was nauseaing and smelled of rotten puke.
"STOOOOPPPPPPPPP!!! and then a raging scream pushed its way out of me and it pierced my ear drums. I felt the veins on my neck bulging and the sting in my eyes as they opened so wide.
It was like three people were on my chest. The weight was enormous and I wasn't feeling my breath. I was gasping for air. All of a sudden his head slammed into mine breaking my hands free as he slid up over me. I could feel legs scrambling. The thunder of footsteps, the rage of a beast as he was lifted and literally drove into the front of the dumpster. There was an awful snap. It was so loud, like domino's falling one onto another; bone onto bone.
I was puking blood up now. The pain in my stomach was unbearable as I lay there doubled over in a fetal position I could hear someone else letting out a monsterous roar and then "You FUCKIN SON OF A BITCH!!! screaming from their lungs as each ending word came out.
They had picked him up again and was slamming him back and forth into the dumpster. Three times I heard the sound.
"Can you hear me Sherry? Sherry. Sherry, wake up."
It was a demanding voice. I heard it before but who was this?
"Its going to be alright. The ambulance is on the way."
I don't remember starting to cry. I just remember sobbing uncontrollably. He was holding me as best he could as I lay there on the ground. I could see his shoes, the zipper on his open coat but I couldn't see his face. Some sort of uniform. Black like the night I think. The squeak of leather and some shadow at his side. A gun in a holster.
He was a cop.
2/4/2006 10:47 pm
Damn...I almost felt sick myself as I read and was scared for you.|
There are monsters amongst us.
2/8/2006 3:57 pm
this turned my stomach.|
please tell me it didn't happen.
i need to know.
2/9/2006 12:01 pm
no it didn't happen to me..the walk to my car did and the heaviness I felt behind me was someone walking up and throwing their trash in the dumpster.|
I have always had this fear of being ....being brutalized ever since I was 5 or so.