I jumped back, startled, dropping my handbag in the process. Thunder cracked as a pair of strong arms seized me from behind, securing themselves tightly around my waist. I shrieked as fear spiked my adrenaline and I flung my head back hoping to make contact with my assailants face. I missed, he yanked me by my hair ripping strands and bobby pins loose as he flung me onto the asphalt in front of him. He was on top of me before I could even think to jump up and run away.
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They say, when you suffer a traumatic event, that often you block out the painful memories. You might remember small details leading up to the event but you block out everything happening around you during the circumstance. I remember everything.
I remember the exact moment the skies unleashed their pelting rains because it was the exact moment my assailant was able to effectively secure me in place to unleash himself in me. It was the moment my screams of defeat turned into muffled sobs of soul wrenching anguish. I remember the feeling of him brushing inside me like some foreign disease, his hot sticky breath grunting in my ear, calling me a "filthy,teasing whore."
I remember turning my head to the side in a daze and watching as a bird flew overhead seeking shelter from the down pour. I remember the loose gravel of the asphalt pushing into the bare skin of my ass like the teeth of some rabid animal as he rocked into me over and over again. He was wearing a mask but I will always remember those eyes, so very blue, staring out from it.
Most of all, I remember how when he was finally finished with me, he adjusted himself and casually walked away as I curled into a fetal position and prayed that he would come back and kill me, just get it over with and finish the job. I prayed he would end my shame. He never did come back and the police found me how he left me: Half naked and ashamed.
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