Turning a Straight Girl Gay

Chapter 5: What Happened?

Of course, like all couples we had our bad days. And today happened to be one of them. There we were in Walmart, minding our own buisness when a cranky-looking middle aged man started to yell at us about how gross we were and how we should go to hell. Lacy stood trembling under my arm. A moment of silence was held between us as the man continued to stare. I simply smiled at him and told him to have a good day then turned around and walked away with a shocked Lacy the man staring at me in shock. Once the man recovered from his shock, he yelled after me, "Better watch your backs, smart-ass faggots!"  I sent the bird behind me for him to see and swagger walked away with Lacy snickering below me. After another ten minutes of walking around, we walked out and started off to grab a bite to eat. We never made it to McDonalds...

There was an errie and somehow wrong feeling to the air as we walked the rough sidewalks of our hometown. Something didn't feel right. I nervously looked behind us in time to see the same cranky man from Walmart running at us, holding a knife. We began to run, but unfortunately he caught Lacy and I wasn't about to leave her so I ran back. He quickly wrapped his arms around both our necks tightly just barely allowing us to breathe. Quickly and quietly he dragged us to a small trailer park near by. I knew this wouldn't end well. "Stupid faggots, told you to watch your backs," he muttered in my ear. 

Before I knew it, we were inside a small trailer with no windows and a padlock on the door. Great.. No easy escape. I looked to Lacy with a look of despair, regret, and guilt. Somehow I knew this was all my fault. I turned to see the man loosing his belt and Lacy scream as he grabbed her and tossed her into a bent over position against a messy counter in front of her. I tried to grab at the man, to tear him away from the love of my life but instead he grabbed me with one hand and pulled some rope off the counter. After much struggle from me, he had my hands tied to one of the cabinet doors. What happened next is all a painful blur that I'd rather not recall. 

I must've blacked out at one point becuase I woke up half naked outside the trailer home with Lacy on top of me, bruised and in pain. I examined my own body to find cuts and bruises not unlike hers. After gently shaking Lacy awake, I wrapped her in my arms painfully and stroked her hair. The poor thing was traumatized. I didn't know what to do next as I sat cradling my loved one, guilt eating away at me. I couldn't help but blame myself for our traumatic expierence.