man must have put it on when he entered the room, it
is so bright it is burning my eyes.
I poke my
head out, only slightly, just so my face is exposed... and I blink till my eyes
adjust. My insides are clenching and I
want to vomit up all of Derek’s hotdog.
My bed is
at right angles to Sally’s. She is
currently on her chest, her head turned to the side, facing me, and he is
pounding against her bottom, which is raised; with his hips while he is focused
on the wall.
I can’t
hear her screams as much right now... there is like a piercing monotone screech
that is registering in my head. But I
can see everything. His penis is
stabbing her. And there is blood... lots
of blood. I now register that she can
see me... and although I can’t hear what she is saying, I can see from her lips
that it’s the word ‘no’, over and over. Her eyes are pleading, and she stretches her hand out in a stop signal.
Sally.
I am
burning... down there... a thousand times worse than any ‘ chinese burn’ that Craig Harris has managed to give me over the years. And I feel as though my insides are tearing,
he is tearing chunks from me and forcing them inside. I can hear him grunting each time he thrusts
forward, and I am dying each and every time that he does. I can also feel something wet slide down my
inner thighs. I am still screaming when
I see her face through my tears and turmoil. I instantly stop screaming. I am
jolting from his movements, but I am mouthing words to her and hoping she can
understand.
‘NO, NO,
NO, NO....’ I plead silently, mouthing the words over and over. I hold up my hand instinctively.
He howls a
guttural noise and stops. I am too late
to pull my hand back or simply lay it flat. He has seen it.
“The main
course has arrived... come here darlin ’.” He says,
pulling out of me and leaving me to fall forward onto the bed.
He moves
over to her bed, and begins to grapple under it.
“Come on...
I’ll be a bit more gentle with you honey.” He whispers fiercely.
Can he be
serious? He plans on doing this to her? My baby? My delight? No fucking
way!
The pain
between my legs is extreme. I can only
imagine what this would do to her if he managed to have her.
Fuck the
blood, fuck the pain and fuck my pants and panties. They’re gone; I rip them from my ankles and
stumble off the bed and out of the room.
Summer.
He’s got my
wrist, and despite telling me he’ll be gentle, he is yanking me to the edge of
the bed and hurting my arm. At the edge
of the bed, he picks up the edge of it and yanks me clean out from under
it. I am at his feet. He drops the bed and pulls me up. He is tearing the front of my shirt open with
one hand, holding my arms behind me with the other, and the buttons are popping
off everywhere.
Then, my
hands are falling back to my sides, and warm, thick sticky fluid is splattering
me. I can’t scream, since I am unsure
what is happening, so I continue to stare. He is crumbling, right in front of me. Sal is behind him, panting wildly, our biggest knife from the kitchen in
her hand, a wild look in her eyes and she is naked from the waist down. She has blood all over her... all over
her.
He is
moving again. So she jumps on him, and
begins to plunge the knife down in a stabbing motion. His throat is meaty and broken open. Blood is rising up through it. His chest is punctured everywhere, Sal is
struggling to hold the knife this time as she plunges it into him again, so it
clatters to the ground and her hand is sliced open.
She is
crying now... Sal never cries... but she is crying now. Big gut wrenching sobs. I go to her, and she tells me she is okay,
but that I need to go to Mrs. Prince and have her call the cops, so I do.
*
“What’s
with all the banging, and screaming, and wailing?” Mrs. Prince shouts from the
other side of the door.
“It’s me, Summer .” I
is so bright it is burning my eyes.
I poke my
head out, only slightly, just so my face is exposed... and I blink till my eyes
adjust. My insides are clenching and I
want to vomit up all of Derek’s hotdog.
My bed is
at right angles to Sally’s. She is
currently on her chest, her head turned to the side, facing me, and he is
pounding against her bottom, which is raised; with his hips while he is focused
on the wall.
I can’t
hear her screams as much right now... there is like a piercing monotone screech
that is registering in my head. But I
can see everything. His penis is
stabbing her. And there is blood... lots
of blood. I now register that she can
see me... and although I can’t hear what she is saying, I can see from her lips
that it’s the word ‘no’, over and over. Her eyes are pleading, and she stretches her hand out in a stop signal.
Sally.
I am
burning... down there... a thousand times worse than any ‘ chinese burn’ that Craig Harris has managed to give me over the years. And I feel as though my insides are tearing,
he is tearing chunks from me and forcing them inside. I can hear him grunting each time he thrusts
forward, and I am dying each and every time that he does. I can also feel something wet slide down my
inner thighs. I am still screaming when
I see her face through my tears and turmoil. I instantly stop screaming. I am
jolting from his movements, but I am mouthing words to her and hoping she can
understand.
‘NO, NO,
NO, NO....’ I plead silently, mouthing the words over and over. I hold up my hand instinctively.
He howls a
guttural noise and stops. I am too late
to pull my hand back or simply lay it flat. He has seen it.
“The main
course has arrived... come here darlin ’.” He says,
pulling out of me and leaving me to fall forward onto the bed.
He moves
over to her bed, and begins to grapple under it.
“Come on...
I’ll be a bit more gentle with you honey.” He whispers fiercely.
Can he be
serious? He plans on doing this to her? My baby? My delight? No fucking
way!
The pain
between my legs is extreme. I can only
imagine what this would do to her if he managed to have her.
Fuck the
blood, fuck the pain and fuck my pants and panties. They’re gone; I rip them from my ankles and
stumble off the bed and out of the room.
Summer.
He’s got my
wrist, and despite telling me he’ll be gentle, he is yanking me to the edge of
the bed and hurting my arm. At the edge
of the bed, he picks up the edge of it and yanks me clean out from under
it. I am at his feet. He drops the bed and pulls me up. He is tearing the front of my shirt open with
one hand, holding my arms behind me with the other, and the buttons are popping
off everywhere.
Then, my
hands are falling back to my sides, and warm, thick sticky fluid is splattering
me. I can’t scream, since I am unsure
what is happening, so I continue to stare. He is crumbling, right in front of me. Sal is behind him, panting wildly, our biggest knife from the kitchen in
her hand, a wild look in her eyes and she is naked from the waist down. She has blood all over her... all over
her.
He is
moving again. So she jumps on him, and
begins to plunge the knife down in a stabbing motion. His throat is meaty and broken open. Blood is rising up through it. His chest is punctured everywhere, Sal is
struggling to hold the knife this time as she plunges it into him again, so it
clatters to the ground and her hand is sliced open.
She is
crying now... Sal never cries... but she is crying now. Big gut wrenching sobs. I go to her, and she tells me she is okay,
but that I need to go to Mrs. Prince and have her call the cops, so I do.
*
“What’s
with all the banging, and screaming, and wailing?” Mrs. Prince shouts from the
other side of the door.
“It’s me, Summer .” I