Send Me an Angel

Red Snow

"She doesn't usually act like this," Marcia commented. I silently thanked her for standing up for me. And literally standing up for me. She had an arm around my waist, allowing me to slump against her with nearly all my weight. 

"She's just had too much to drink," Derek responded flippantly. "She's a lightweight."

"She's not a lightweight! She's had more than this before with no problems! Something's seriously wrong, Derek. Just look at her eyes."

I opened my mouth to comply, but only mustered a groan. It felt like something was holding my shoulders, pressing me down toward the floor. My head and stomach spun as my vision blurred and darkened. Suddenly the colorful lights and upbeat music felt like torture. Marcia led me toward the door, doing her best not to stumble. "I need to get her home," she shouted at Derek. He shook his head.

"Let me," he insisted. "I know the way better than you do. Plus I was just getting ready to leave. You stay and have fun." Marcia didn't protest. She raised her glass at him as he lifted me up in his arms and carried me toward the door. 

Getting to the car felt like a blur. I was thankful for the viciously cold wind that pelted my skin as we headed down the driveway. In contrast, his musty car only felt like a prison cell. I grumbled as I turned in the backseat, trying to keep my head up. It kept lolling to the side, straining my neck. What was wrong with me? I had never been this drunk. No, I wasn't drunk. This was something else. Something that reeked of sinister motives. My head pounded as I forced myself to think, to stay awake, but the cold grasp of unconsciousness proved to be winning. 

I couldn't tell where we were going. We drove for a long time, which was odd considering the fact that I didn't live very far away. I drifted in and out of coherence, listening to the windshield rush against the falling snow. Derek muttered to himself at times, but didn't try to initiate conversation. He didn't appear too concerned.

The next time I managed to open my eyes was when I was jolted forward by the car coming to a sudden stop. Derek had gotten out of the car and opened the back door, eyeing me with lustful anticipation. My lips felt glued shut as my mind attempted to scream at him to get back in the front seat. His cold hands unhooked my seatbelt and fumbled their way under my shirt, pressing against my breasts. My tongue felt thick in my mouth, disabling any words I'd hoped to utter. 

"I know you want this," Derek whispered slyly, his lips against my neck. His breath reeked of alcohol. My thoughts grew more muddled as my eyelids grew heavier. No, I wanted to scream. This isn't what I want! Get off of me! He moved one hand to the front of my jeans, attempting to unbutton them. The next few seconds felt like a lifetime. There was a sudden flash of light before I felt an immense force drive Derek into me. I flew backward, glass glittering in the moonlight as I burst through the back window. I was thankful for my slacked muscles the moment I hit the ground, rolling for a few yards before settling in the slushy snow. More snow continued to fall around me as if nothing had happened. 

I managed to lift my head slightly to look for Derek. His limp body lay two or three yards away. I groaned, unable to keep my head up, and let myself relax. Quickly the snow under me began to melt and grow warm with a sticky, crimson liquid. My whole body stung, no doubt littered with glass, but I certainly wasn't hurt enough to produce that much blood. I slowly turned my head to the other side, only to lock eyes with Derek. Blood pooled around his head, his eyes wide and misty with regret and fear. My stomach lurched, and I slipped into unconsciousness.