Rebuilding
Chapter 10: Struggling For Life
Everything
came into focus again.
“Rick!”
I screamed. “Let go of me!”
I
began kicking and trying to get out of his arms but I couldn’t. He was
too strong.
“Shut
up bitch or I may just have to kill you right now.”
I
quieted down because I had no doubt he wasn’t lying. For the first time I
realized where we were. Right in front of my house. He dragged me
up the steps and into my home. He threw me down on my couch in the living
room and pulled out a gun from his coat. He took off the wet jacket and
set it on nearby armchair. He smiled at me eerily. The sick feeling
began to return. I shuddered as he moved closer.
“Sent
me to jail, huh?” he asked me. “Hm, I didn’t like that very much.
Screwed up all my plans by showing up in the woods that day. Didn’t like
that too much either. I’m afraid you are going to have to pay for ruining
my life.”
I
practically burst out laughing. Ruined his life? What a twisted
freak. He had ruined mine. Gun in hand he moved closer. I
scurried as far back on the couch as possible. He laughed maniacally at
my fear. He grabbed my shoulders and forced me to lie down on the
cushions. He positioned himself on top of me.
“Oh
God!! Please don’t. Please Rick!” I pleaded trying to squirm out of his
strong grip.
He
was going to rape me. He lowered his face to mine. I screamed again but
this time my cries were muffled by his disgusting lips. His lips kissed
my face and neck.
“Stop,
oh god stop! Please stop!!” I cried frantically.
I
continued squirming, but my efforts seemed in vain. But one of my legs
thrashed out and hit him in right where it counts. Rick recoiled in pain.
“Oh
you bitch, you stupid bitch,” he cried angrily as I ran off into the next room.
I
had entered the dining room. My eyes searched for a weapon but my
momentary hesitation cost me. He came into the room and tackled me to the
floor. I hadn’t hit him as hard as I thought. He pinned both
of my hands down with one of his and pressed his gun to my temple. I
started breathing raggedly, tears flowed from my eyes to the hardwood floor.
“You
listen to me,” he growled while pressing the gun hard into my head. “You’ll do
exactly as I say, you’ll do exactly what I want. You won’t fight.
Or I will kill you. I swear to God.”
He
pressed the barrel of the gun even harder against me to emphasize his point.
“Why
should I?” I countered. “You are going to kill me anyway!”
I
then spit right into his face. His expression turned from anger to
infuriated. He pulled the gun away from my temple and placed it in my
face right in-between my eyes. I closed my eyes and waited for the bullet to
kill me. At least then it would be over. But instead I felt him
literally rip off my shirt. I cried out in surprise and my eyes flew
open. The action had left my hands momentarily free. But he pinned
them down once again, the gun still pressed against my forehead.
“I
will have you,” he hissed taking the gun away from my face.
He
ran the barrel of the gun down my chest and in-between my breasts.
“Don’t!”
I cried out yet again. “Please I’ll do anything.”
He
laughed again. This guy was nuts. He moved to undo my bra.
But in that instant I decided I wasn’t going to let him do that or anything
else. He was going to kill me anyway. So I may as well put up a
fight. As he kissed me again but I bit down hard on his lips.
He cried out again. In his hesitation I kneed him once again. He
screamed and coiled into a little ball.
I
got up and ran straight for the kitchen. While there I grabbed one of the
large knives from the knife rack and kept running. I dashed upstairs and
ran down the long hallway. I raced into one of the rooms and stood by the
door with my back to the wall.
“You
shouldn’t have done that,” came Rick’s voice from downstairs. “You
stupid, stupid whore. You never learn do you? Well Rick is just
going to have to teach you a lesson. I was always good at hide and seek.”
I
heard his footsteps as they climbed up the staircase. I breathed hard
just wishing this would all be over.
I
heard his footsteps become closer and closer. The knife began shaking in
my hand. What the hell did I intend to do? Kill him? Could I
do that? No matter how much I hated him could I actually kill him?
From outside the door I could see his shadow. He jumped into the room.
“Boo!”
he yelled and raised his gun.
He
fired it but I ducked just in time. I slashed out the knife and sliced
his leg.
“Ah
fuck!” he screamed out as blood poured out of his thigh.
I
scrambled across the room. He raised the gun again and fired another
shot. This time I was able to dive out of the way. I fell hard on
the floor, pain shot up my back. But I ignored it, I had to. He
fired again. This time it was just my good fortune he missed. It
whizzed by my head barely millimeters away. He fired again I dived out of
the way but this time the bullet grazed my leg. I felt it slice the
skin. He shot again, but this time nothing happened.
“Damn
it,” he cried trying to shoot several more times.
He
was out of bullets. I ran towards Rick my knife out in front of me.
He grabbed my hand and a struggle began. We both tumbled to the
floor. We rolled around both trying to keep a hold on the knife. I could
feel him winning. He was too strong. But I kicked him right in his
wound. For a split second his grip loosened and I had a hold on the
knife. Without even looking I plunged the knife in his direction. I
could feel as it plunged through skin into his chest.
Rick’s
eyes went wide. I looked at where I’d stabbed him. I gasped falling
back, it had been right over his heart. He choked and coughed for a
moment. Then his body lay still. I started hyperventilating.
I’d killed him. Oh holy Lord I’d killed him. I looked at his
unmoving body in disbelief. I’d killed someone. Air, I needed
air. I couldn’t breathe. The room began to spin wildly in front of
my eyes. I felt myself hit the floor and blackness settled around me.
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