Page 52 of Safer Together
I kicked my legs out in front of me, trying to somehow try to get some sort of footing underneath me as he dragged me into his bedroom. No, surely he wasn’t going to do that, he knew how I felt about sex. I couldn’t, not now, not like that, him taking from me without my permission. I couldn’t let this happen.
My hands flew up behind me and I scratched and pinched as much as I could to Dylan’s firm grip. He didn’t relinquish at all. I then tried to punch his hands with my own. As soon as we crossed the threshold of the bedroom, he slammed the door shut and I heard the lock engage on the door. He picked me up as though I weighed nothing and he threw me onto the bed. “I had hoped that you would just give it up to me, but no, you had to be a totally frigid bitch, didn’t you? Doesn’t matter. I don’t mind you fighting me while I take what is mine.”
I scrambled up the bed, trying to get my hands on the bedside lamp. I felt it with my fingers and I reached to wrap my hands around the neck of the lamp. Before I got a chance to swing it, I felt a punch to the side of my face, black dots appearing in front of my eyes. Did he just hit me?
I felt his fingers on my chin as he jerked my face to look at him. “Try anything like that again and I’ll hurt you worse. You hear me?” I shook my head trying to get free of his grip, without luck. He was just too strong. “Spread your legs for me” he commanded.
“Never,” I spit back at him,
“Open your fucking legs. I won’t ask you again, bitch.” I tried my best to press them together; he released me and pushed off the bed, ducking down. Within two seconds he was back standing, with his baseball bat in hand. I scooted off the bed, trying to get to the bedroom door. That’s when I felt the crunch of my leg bones. He had swung the bat and connected just below my knee. I fell to the floor, and felt the agony in my thigh, I looked down and saw a bone protruding above my kneecap, my leg bone had been broken and forced its way through my skin. I screamed. God, I screamed.
“Help me, somebody please....”
My screams were silenced by his hand covering my mouth. “Shut the fuck up and spread your goddam legs.” He pushed me onto the floor and spread my legs and positioned himself between them, preventing me from closing them, even if I wanted to. I didn’t have the strength anymore, pushing my yellow sundress up my legs and above my hips, he reached down and stroked me where no one had done before, the apex of my thighs.
Knowing what was coming I tried to beg, “No, no, please don’t do this Dylan. Please don’t do this!” His laugh sounded from above me, his fingers continuing to touch me, before ripping my lace underwear and placing his fingers directly in contact with my virgin pussy.
“Ah, hallowed ground at last. Let’s change that shall we, Angie?” Without any warning he pushed into me, I felt the scrape of nails, his fingers, the pain was horrific, the shock even more so. How could he do this to me? I felt warm, wet tears cascading down my cheeks from my closed eyes. I didn’t want to see this. I didn’t want to see this. No, I actually couldn’t see this. I felt him shift above me, and then just as quickly I felt his presence again. He finally removed his fingers from me. “Open your eyes, Angie, I want to see your face when I take what’s most sacred to you.” I squeezed my eyes shut even more, his hand removed itself from my mouth only to reappear around my throat, squeezing, taking all of my air. “Open your fucking eyes,” he roared above me. Without meaning to I do, and then I felt him enter me.
“Jesus, fucking Christ you’re tight. So, you should be for a fucking virgin. Not that you are one anymore,” he teased me while pistoning into me. The pain is like nothing I had ever felt before in my life, he lets up the pressure just enough on my throat to allow me to suck in a deep lungful of air, never once slowing his punishing rhythm. “Ah, fuck Angie, I’m going to come,” is the only warning I got before I felt his heat fill me. I felt repulsed. I couldn’t get pregnant from this attack, I just couldn’t.
As he pulled out of me, we both hear the knock on the door. Not wanting to miss this opportunity I scream as loud as I can. “Help me!”
I heard the front door being kicked in. Dylan grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. “Arghhh,” I scream, the pain in my leg worsened by being thrown onto the bed, and then finally, the bedroom door came next, smashed inward, coming off its bottom hinge. I roll onto my back so they can see the damage I am in.
“You are under arrest for assault and battery.”
“He raped me, too” I managed to mumble out while the officer was talking.
He looked me over before continuing on with his speech, “for assault and battery and rape. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney and to have an attorney present.…”
I didn’t hear the rest of his speech as the blackness in front of my eyes took me with it, and I succumbed, gratefully, wanting nothing more than to escape the hell I was in and the excruciating pain.
