That should be me...

goodbye...

We went straight to his house and into his room. There was a duffel bag sitting there with my hairpiece tied to it, and I opened it up to find my clothes. Which was a relief that I wouldn’t have to wear this lingerie anymore. I changed and retreated straight into Brent’s arms.

“I was so scared Brent. I want to just die. I can’t believe he did that to me.” I said as I started crying into his shirt again.

“It’s okay Jas I’m here now it’s all over.” He said adding the soft ‘shhh’ sound at the end as he stroked my hair.

All I could do was nod and hold onto him tighter as I cried. I was so happy to be away from it but I kept seeing it replaying over and over in my mind, I wanted it to stop but I couldn’t stop seeing it.

“We need to get you some food and then were going to the police, he deserves to be in jail.” Brent said lifting me up and setting me on the bed as he placed my shoes on me.

“Brent, how long was I gone? Just a few hours right?” I asked hoping there wasn’t more that I couldn’t remember.

“Actually you’ve been gone for a day.” He said picking me up again as he carried me to the car.

“I can walk babe, you don’t need to carry me anymore.” I said as he set me in the seat before running around to the other side.

“The last time I let you go you disappeared, that is not happening again.” He said before we took off.

We had pizza and some candy before going to the police station.

Brent told them everything that happened at the house then they made me tell them everything that happened with Josh. The memory of every move they made still in my mind.

Every slap, punch, bruise it all happened again as I told the police my story. They took pictures of my body and the bruises on my skin. They told me to stay with Brent and him to take care of me. I was so glad something was going to be done about Josh, I just couldn’t handle life anymore, and with him gone I thought it could get better.

We were on our way to the house when a huge truck hit the car. I screamed as I was shot through the window and cut with millions of little pieces of glass.

The hard pavement hit my body hard and I went black. I couldn’t remember anything, see anything or even move…

Brents pov

She was gone.. I saved her from rape but couldn’t save her life. I ran to her side on the road. Her skin was covered in her blood and soon so was my hands as I caressed her in my lap.

“Jasmine I love you, you cant leave me!” I cried out as I felt my heart rip from my chest.

The paramedics showed up and took her from me and placed her on a stretcher. Looking at her twice they covered her face and turned to me as her blood was staining my hands and tears were drowning my face.

“I’m sorry kid, your girlfriend, she’s gone. I’m sorry for your loss.”

I fell to my knees and cried my eyes out. Why couldn’t god have taken me instead!? Why did he have to take her from me!?