Page 19 of Disco Fever

Gentle sobs drifted into my ears as I reluctantly opened my eyes, shocked to see the scene before me. It was me, but the old me with brunette hair, carrying myself as if I had no confidence and I only lived for others, never myself. My body was on the floor of my old trailer, beaten and bloodied. The sound of my muffled cries filled the room as the old me tried to crawl towards the trailer door, leaving behind a trail of blood.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Juan’s drunken voice made me flinch as I turned to see him charging at my old self. His hands were red and swollen from beating me, his face flustered as if the abuse I had endured that day had taken so much out of him. “I said—” His sweaty body tackled the old me. “Where do you think you’re going?” My old self cried out, screaming and begging for him to let go. “You’re not going anywhere, Luanne. You’re mine!” His hands flipped me over and wrapped around my neck as he began to squeeze, those dark heartless eyes burning into my soul. I tried to close my eyes, but when I opened them, I was the one in his grasp—not the old me.

“Juan,” I cried, tears flooding my eyes as I kicked my legs. “Please?—”

“The only way you’re going to leave me is in a body bag!” His hands constricted as I gagged and choked, gasping for air.

Think, Luanne. Think!I slapped at his hands, clawing his fingers with my nails, unable to break free as he just smiled down at me.Play dead. Fake it and he’ll let you go! Do it!

My eyes rolled as my body fell limp. Within seconds, Juan gradually released my neck, slapping my face as I remained unphased, pretending to be unconscious.

“There, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” I listened as he spat next to me. His fingers grazed my face, flicking my lower lip. “Still warm to the touch.” He squeezed my face, moving it side to side. “What a fucking waste,” he groaned. It took everything in my power to remain as still as possible, forcing my breathing to remain low, so low he wouldn’t notice. He nearly startled me with his lips pressing against mine as he kissed me, the smell of alcohol rank on his breath, his hand drifting to my breast as he moaned faintly. “I’ll get one last use out of you,” he whispered as I listened to the sound of his pants unbuckling. “One last fuck,” he grunted, lifting my skirt and sliding my panties to the side. “Yeah, I will.” Juan forced his penis inside me, grunting as he assaulted me. I felt like dying, wishing my heart would stop. Wishing my injuries would take me. I had to fight my tears, despite the aggressive rape, pretending to feel nothing as he shoved his dick deeper, squeezing my breasts.

“Oh fuck,” he whined. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Juan slid his dick from my body, coming all over my leg, his hot jizz drenching my thigh. “Oh, Luanne,” he moaned, squeezing my breast hard as he continued to come. My stomach was sick, twisting into knots as I did my best to appear lifeless, listening to him as he finished, wiping his hands across my torso.

Juan remained silent for a few minutes, lighting a cigarette as the realization of what he did settled in. He shook my leg, trying to wake me, but I refused to move. I wanted him to thinkI was dead, to leave me alone so that the moment he did, I could run.

“Luanne? Baby?” He slapped my shin. “Wake up. Luanne, wake up!” It took everything to not wince at his raised voice. “Oh fuck.” He shuffled around, panicking as he thought I was gone. “Fuck, no.” The sound of him punching the trailer wall made my heart jolt. “Shit, this isn’t happening.” I heard the trailer door squeak open as Juan rushed out. “Fuck!” The door slammed shut as I held my breath and listened.

It was silent.

Did he leave? Is he gone? Is it over?

I remained frozen, counting to a hundred again and again, too scared to move.

He has to be gone. It’s been awhile. Fuck, open your eyes, just a little.

I did just that, taking my time to peel my swollen lids open and look around. Juan was gone, and I was alive.

Now!

As quickly as I could, I shot from the floor, Juan’s cum sticking to my thigh as I tried to wipe it off and fix my panties. I nearly threw up at the idea of being assaulted but knew there was no time to think about it. My feelings would have to wait. I needed to escape. I grabbed my bag and what I could, stuffing a wad of cash and food into it as I cautiously opened the trailer door and peeked out. The sky was dark, crickets singing in the distance. He was gone, and I took my chance.

I quietly stepped down the mini set of stairs and left the trailer, glancing over my bloodied shoulders in every direction, paranoid and fearful, as I began to walk away from that life. The trailer sat about a hundred yards away from the main road, and I had reached about half the distance when I heard him.

“Luanne?” My body stiffened at his voice, coming from behind me in the direction of the trailer. “Luanne, baby? Is thatyou?” Shaking, I reluctantly looked over my shoulder to see Juan standing outside the trailer with a hand saw.

Fuck!

“Luanne!” His gaze darkened as he gently placed the saw down and bolted in my direction.

“No!” I screamed, sprinting towards the main road, my body screaming and aching.

“Luanne! Come back!” He was quickly gaining on me as I neared the stop sign, noticing an older woman in a pickup pulling up. “Luanne!”

“Help!” My screams caught the old woman’s attention as she turned to look at me rushing to her truck. “Please! Help me! He’s going to kill me! Please!” The woman looked back at me to Juan, waving for me to hurry. I reached for her door as he grabbed my hair and yanked me back. “No!”

“Get off her!” The woman jumped from the truck, aiming the shotgun now in her hand at Juan. He froze. “I said—” The familiar sound of the shotgun loading echoed in the air as she aimed it at him, tapping the tip against his head. “Let her go!” Juan growled, releasing my hair as he raised his hands and eyed the old woman.

“You got no business here,” he warned.

“Get in the truck,” the old woman motioned her chin towards the running vehicle. I quickly jumped from the ground and ran inside the truck, watching through the opened window as she remained there with her gun. “Might not be my business, but that don’t mean I’m afraid to plant one of these shells between your eyes.” Juan glared at the old woman. “I’m going to walk back to my truck and me and that pretty little lady are going to drive off. If I so much as catch you breathing the wrong way, I’ll shoot. Understand?” Juan tsked as the old woman slowly backed up to the driver’s seat, her shotgun and eyes remaining lockedon him. “Here sweetheart.” She passed me the shotgun. “If he moves, you shoot him, got it?”

The cold gun slid into my shaking hands as I struggled to hold it, pointing it at Juan as the old woman buckled in.

“Luanne,” he yelled, glaring at me.

The truck kicked into drive, and Juan bolted towards us. My entire being panicked as I shot the gun, my ears ringing as he hit the ground. The old woman slammed on the gas pedal as we tore away from him and onto the main road.

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