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“Stop, Damien. Stop!” I plead.
“You want this. I can see it in your eyes,” he growls.
A fear in the pit of my stomach grows with every second. I don’t want this, this is not what we are supposed to do. This is a friendly date. What the fuck is going on?
“Don’t be a tease. Let me have some fun with you. I promise you will enjoy it.” He sits up, and I take that opportunity to lift my legs and kick away, trying to sit up in the process.
My back gets pushed up against the door, and my eyes widen in fear. “What the fuck, Damien? This was supposed to be a nice, easy date!”
“Are you fucking serious? It’s the drive-in! What do you think happens here? I’m fucking hard as a rock. You’d better take care of this, or you can get the fuck out.”
He moves toward me again, and my breathing picks up.
Without a second thought, I quickly turn and find the door handle. I scramble to pull on it, and the door opens. With my back to it and no time to adjust myself, I fall out backward, landing on the gravel ground.
I hiss as I feel the gravel cut into the skin on my hands.
A second later, Damien leans over and glares at me. “Fucking tease.”
He grips the door handle and slams it shut. Before I can even react, he is taking off out of the drive-in.
“Motherfucker!” I grit my teeth as I stand up and try to dust off my pants. I wince at the pain from the cuts on my hands. I need to get these cleaned up.
Looking around, I spot the bathrooms and head over to them.
I reach into my back pocket to grab my phone to call Addy. I am going to need someone to come get me. But when I reach back there, I realize two things: it’s not there, and it’s with my purse on the floor of Damien’s car.
“Fuck me!” How the fuck am I getting back? These are the times that you wish pay phones were still around.
Groaning, I walk into the empty bathroom and head over toward the sink. I wince when the water hits the small cuts. Swallowing hard, I pump some of the soap onto my hand and softly and slowly wash the dirt and dust off of me.
Once they are cleaned to my liking, I dry my hands and let out a breath. Looks like I’m walking back to the dorms. Can’t bethat far of a walk; we were here pretty fast. I could use the fresh air after what happened.
And what the actual fuck happened?
I was almost raped. By someone I thought was better than that. That thought alone makes me sick to my stomach.
What was going on with him? He like flipped a fucking switch on me. In a matter of seconds. I didn’t mind the making out, but he just went feral on me. Fuck.
Walking out of the drive-in, I take a look at the area around me. It’s fucking dark and creepy. Awesome. For a moment, the thought crosses my mind that maybe I should go back to the drive-in and ask for help.
But at this point, I just want to go home. And I need the fresh air and space to clear my head.
About thirty minutes in, I instantly regret my decision to walk, but I’m committed. This is so much farther out than I remember. I would hitchhike, but I don’t feel like being murdered tonight.
A rumble behind me starts to get closer and I move farther to the right, getting out of the way of the vehicle.
Continuing to walk, I wait for the vehicle to pass me, but it doesn’t.
I turn my head, only to be blinded by the headlights. I can’t make out what type of vehicle it is, but the headlights are up high, so I am assuming it’s a truck of some sort.
This is Texas after all.
I wave my arm to the driver to let them know they can drive past me, but it just still creeps along. My confusion is probably etched on my face.
Shaking my head, I turn back and continue walking when I hear the engine rev.
At that moment, my stomach drops, and fear crawls up my spine. With the slowest of movements, I turn back toward the truck, which revs its engine again.